"I...I... I'm sorry," his eyes were closing again, and not to sleep.
What to do!
"Here," I pushed my wrist to his mouth, "I give my blood to you, Finn, to survive and not die on me, now drink it, please." I pleaded. He wasn't moving. I brought my hand to my fangs and bit my wrist, I brought the bleeding wrist to his mouth. My blood flowed into his mouth. Finn's hand shot up, grabbed my hand and bit me.
I whimpered from the pain but kept my hand there. His hands held mine tightly so I won't take it away, he sucked every drop like a starved vampire, his claws digging into my forearm. My blood gurgled as it flowed out of me, its melody filled my ears. The pain had stop and I felt different, like the time he kissed me back at the dining table. I fell down, catching myself with my other hand
