She was addicting, her lips tasted like sin and her hair felt like silk. Her moans were soft, sweet, innocent. Her eyes were clenched shut as sobs rocked her body, her heat felt like a fist that tightened around his fingers, a flame that scorched his body. She was his, and his only. 

❝ Don't go out past midnight, you'll never be found. Keep your head down in the daytime, shadows will lurk in the darkest corners. Keep a Cross on you for the God up above will protect you from the undead. Lastly, keep in your house and lock the doors when the moon is full and pray that they don't get you.❞