Sebastian's p.o.v.
Control, a strong word but a fragile thing...once broken it's hard to rebuild. I'd known it, I'd experienced it.
And that's why, I bit my tongue, too f*****g hard that it bleed. The taste of my own metallic blood slide down my throat and I breathed in relief, gulping my poisoned blood. It's better than tasting hers. I don't want to feed on her, I really don't. But she is just so...tasty. I gulped as my eyes again shifted to her bare neck.
She's speaking, giving some lame excuses to bring a knife in school. But honestly, I'm not listening. I can't hear one single word she's been saying. All I could hear is the sound of her breathing and the pump of her erratic heart.
It's been years since I'd drunk directly from the source. And I'd never even craved my mates before
