I looked at him, my eyes darting from his pale face down to his side, where dark crimson blood was already trickling down his crisp shirt and dripping onto the floorboards.
Mmmm, I love the smell of that fresh blood. When was the last time I smelt it like this? My tongue moved along my teeth, still staring at the blood growing and dampening the cloth.
"What?" he wheezed, a faint, breathless smirk somehow fighting its way onto his lips despite the wound.
"Aren't you getting in?" He smirked, "Do you find me sexy now?"
"You're the one holding onto my car door," I replied coolly, staring straight into his eyes. "When are you going to let go of it and go fight your men?"
"Wow! Still Sandra, aren't you?" he rasped, a breathy, painful chuckle escaping his lips as he leaned heavily against m
