"I heard it was amazing, but I didn't know it was this amazing," The Vampire says, removing his fangs from my neck. His mouth is covered with blood and not just anyone's blood mine. I am so weak I am surprised I am still alive. He puts his fangs back into my neck and continues to drain the life out of me. I don't have any strength in me to push him away. The more he drinks my blood, the weaker I become
"oh, my! I can feel myself getting stronger the more I drink your blood," He says, retaking a break from my neck. I try to push him away, but my hands drop down before they can even reach his body. "I won't move around if I were you. It will only make you weaker, and I wonder what a werewolf like you is doing here?" I want to speak, but the words barely come out of my mouth. "You don't
