His scent was addictive. It was pushing me to let go. The air around us seemed to be charged with electricity. There clearly was a perceptible tension between us.

I was completely languid in spite of myself as though he was really able to influence my senses. My whole body was stretched out to him, in silent invitation.

I didn't understand what was happening to me. His ebony eyes plunged deep into my chocolate ones and seemed to look directly into my soul.

I forgot to breathe. I am both, fascinated as well as terrified. His hand is still clasping mine. His thumb caressing my palms sends shivers down my spine.

And then suddenly as though being possessed, I move ahead to place my lips on his. He traps my lower lip in his canines, as I feel them elongating.

I felt a coppery taste in my mouth as I'm abruptly pulled by the back of my neck. And then two sharp fangs pierce the flesh of my neck. I slip off into my unconscious as the blood leaves my system to fill him up with life.