Try to Take Her Blood

As soon as I feel her lips back on mine, I use the little strength I have to grab onto her jaw and hold her as close to me as possible. I move for her tongue with my teeth, trying to break more of the skin to get at more of Scarlett’s blood inside of me.

Before I manage to get any more of it, she pushes me back down, pinning my arms down next to me and pulling back the high again. I try to lunge for Scarlett again, but I don’t make any headway towards my goal.

Her eyes glow red again, as fury crosses her face. The solid surface beneath me and her grip keep me from shrinking back anywhere near as much as I want to. Without a single word, Scarlett sinks her teeth back into my neck, taking her time now. Her hands move from my arms, instead bracing themselves against the surface under me. I feel every pull of blood from my body, each one deflating me further.

The feeling of light-headedness and pure bliss coming from the act almost completely blanks my mind. My bread hitches at each new drain from my body. A feeling strangely close to an orgasm, though far more intense, starts creeping over my body, staring in my neck and working its way outward.

The whole thing feels so overwhelming that it managed to push out the dark reality of my situation, even just for a moment. I’m going to die.

As soon as the thought crosses my mind, fear shoots through me. I plant my hands against Scarlett’s shoulders, trying to get her off of me before I pass out from the blood loss. The feeling of my pushing doesn’t phase her, instead encouraging her drinking.

My mind races with anything I could do or say to get me out of this. Then, something hits me.

Without giving the thought a chance to really materialize, I feel myself starting to act, not entirely knowing what I’m doing. Tears roll down my cheeks and I dig my fingers into the fabric of Scarlett’s shirt. My emotions start crashing inside of me like an ocean during a storm. “Please stop,” I nearly whisper, my voice coming out strained.

Almost as soon as my whole scene started, Scarlett pulls away from me. She straightens herself up, turns, and spits out the mouth full of blood she’d just finished taking from me. “Sour,” she whispers spitefully to herself, before turning back to me.

“Listen,” Scarlett starts again. Her voice sounds saccharine sweet, though clearly dripping with disdain. “If you just apologize, we can all move on from this. I’ll give you the blood you want - more than, honestly - and we can just go on with our lives. God knows I have the time to forget all this shit.

“Otherwise, I’ll just leave you here. Maybe you’ll bleed out, maybe I’ve already taken too much and your heart will just stop, or maybe you’ll manage to hold on long enough that one of us will forgive you and you’ll get another fix. If I were you, I wouldn't risk that.”

Scarlett looks down at me expectantly, clearly waiting for an answer.