*She can smell it. Even through the drug-addled haze that makes everything around her seem dark and fuzzy and wobbly, she can smell his blood. She can practically hear it pulse through his veins with every beat of his heart, she's acutely aware of the little sound as it races through his jugular and--* P... please.
*Because in another second, she's not going to be able to--
--oops.
Too late.
She snaps upright, hand coming out to his shoulder, the other to the side of his head and pushing to expose more of his neck and throat. And she sinks her fangs into the area where neck meets shoulder.*
Yes! I still need to beat it but I thought it was fantastic.
*Because in another second, she's not going to be able to--
--oops.
Too late.
She snaps upright, hand coming out to his shoulder, the other to the side of his head and pushing to expose more of his neck and throat. And she sinks her fangs into the area where neck meets shoulder.*