When he slammed my wrist against the floor, my grip on the glass loosened and it fell from my grasp and clattered out of my reach. I shrieked as his long lupine tongue rolled out of his mouth, slurping up the saliva that was dripping down his chin and he smacked his lips together, as if savouring the taste of his own hunger. The blood from the wound on his cheek dripped down onto my face and I was reviled by its bitter taste and yet invigorated by it also. As his snapping jaws grew closer and closer, I used the only weapon I had left. When I sunk my incisors into his face, in exactly the same place where the glass had opened up his cheek, the blood spurted thick and fast into my mouth and over my face. Daniel screamed a very human scream and tried to pull his head back, but I held on tight
