He bit me.
He bit me.
I struggle to swallow as he drinks from my jugular and I let out a pained choking sound.
He BIT me!
This is it. I know the consequences, we've had this conversation so many times. Either he will drink me dry or turn me into him, either way my mortal life is over.
To be honest I'm glad, but that doesn't stop my body's natural instinct to survive. My limbs flail, trying to hit or push his stone like body away. I can't breathe. My lips form his name but my throat is filled with my own blood and the air can't get through. I'm drowning in my own blood and he is still drinking and moaning from the taste.
I feel myself being thrown back in time and I am forced to relive my entire life up until this point in a matter of seconds. My eyes tear up and I silently apologize to the people I'll leave behind.
Just as I start to go completely limp and my eyesight is going black I feel him roughly tear his teeth and mouth from my flesh. If I had the breath or the strength I would have cried out. His gorgeous eyes come into view, I can see them shifting like crazy from vampiric to normal. I feel the vibrations of his shouts but my ears are filled with white noise. He looks so scared. I feel my heart try to pump nonexistent blood, it hurts just like everything else. I wish I could breath.
Has time stopped now? I should be dead and he looks like he's moving in slow motion. I see his eyes finally settling to normal as he remembers his self control. He lifts his own wrist and bites and rips into it with human teeth until he gushes crimson.
Ah, I might live. And then I died.