July 23, 2002 - 2:56 PM
For a moment, a very short moment, it seemed as if she had given into that kiss, letting his depth of feeling wash over her. However, within that same moment, it was gone, and she growled against his lips, giving in to instead that animal urge to tear and rend.
And she did with great abandon. She turned wild in his arms, nails clawing at his face and neck, ripping into his cheeks and tearing stips of flesh away. She revelled in the spray of blood that hit her face and mouth.
It was almost erotic - the pleasure she took in the taking of him. That pulsing vein in his neck held no interest for her then as she lapped at the gashes in his cheeks. She wanted to taste the flesh and not just the blood.
But the time came when the hunger grew, the beast called, and she spared not a moment longer, jerking his head back so hard she heard the thrilling snap of bone and the ripping of the skin across his throat as it was stretched beyond it's limits.
And she drank.
When it was over she stepped back, letting go of the cold, empty husk she'd created. Dark eyes gleamed as they took in the lifeless body that had crumpled at her feet.
İRen - 2002
