You walk up to him, wetting your lips, his eyes, that blazing blue gaze, scrap over you. His face darkens with desire for you and you shudder at it…anticipating his lips on yours, his tongue in your mouth.

 

He lunges at you, releasing a violent and twisted roar, the sound splitting the silent night and scaring crows from the trees. As he fists your hair, he bares his fangs before ripping into the soft flesh of your throat...

 

Do you like to bleed, Chuck… well, you just bled dry…