Chapter 94

And in speed, he was pinned against the wall with strength of mine that flowed effortlessly and my pointedly sharp canines feasted on the soft area of his neck.

His blood flowed out into the safe, eager haven of my mouth. It tasted amazing.

I moaned, sucking, drinking more. Ignoring everything I heard from him. I wanted more. Even when his heartbeat dulled under my hold, or when his resistance against me lessened, I couldn't stop. I never wanted to until I drank him dry. Like the monster I was. The fucking monster I was.

I jerked away from him as sanity and control returned. My hands and half of my face were covered with the blood of the man whose body slammed on the floor. Pale. Lifeless.

I did this. I killed him.

I jerked backward again as an army of emotions crawled into me. Fear. Guilt.

I dragged a leg backward again, not taking my eyes off my victim. This wasn't the first time I had killed someone, but strangely it felt different.