The night was dark and cold, what we loved most of our nights dating. My boyfriend, Andrew, and I were making out in my apartment that evening. He kissed me down my neck and down my chest and……lower…
I moaned. He took a bite of my neck lightly. I giggled, enjoying every minute.
“I love you.” he said.
“I love you.” I said.
He continued to kiss me, this time, digging his toungue hungrily in my mouth. I moaned again, wanting more of him. Understanding my request, he pulled my shirt off and licked my stomach. I chuckled.
He moved up to my lips and stared me dead in the eye.
“You’re so beautiful.” I smiled.
He smiled and I thought I saw a long, sharp kanine tooth. I flinched.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing.” I said thinking I was hollucinating.
He kissed my lips again then trailed to my neck. He bit my neck lightly again. Then, he bit harder and harder.
“Andrew, stop. It hurts.” I said trying to push him off me.
But still he bit harder. A low growl escaped his throat and my heart stopped in mid-beat. Did he just growl? I thought. I felt something hot and sticky flow slowley over my neck. Thinking it was saliva, I reached up andf touched it.
I looked at my hand and screamed as I realized it was my blood…..