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can’t do nothing. I could beg, but somehow I don’t think begging is going to save me. And I get the distinct impression he’s not the remorseful sort.
    Especially when he laughs, and says, “I love a screamer. Keep it going honey.”
    I clamp my mouth shut.
    He’s looking down at me with real hunger. I’m surprised my blood would be of any interest to him, but from the look he’s casting over me it seems I’m the very best on offer.
    “Honestly, if you’re going to kill me, just hurry up and get on with it because I can’t bear to look at your ugly face a second longer,” I say, through panted breath, my heart pounding painfully against my chest.
    He laughs. Putting his hand over his heart, he says, “Ouch! That hurt honey.” A sly grin. “And I never said I was going to kill you. I’m just going to have some fun with you first. You’re a fighter. I like that. It gets me going.”
    His eyes drift to my mouth. He lifts his hand to it and runs his finger over my fangs; they came out as soon as I smelled the blood leaking out of my bag.
    I bite his finger, hard, but not hard enough to bite it off, unfortunately. I get a sharp taste of his blood in my mouth. It’s odd. Tangy, sharp, but nice. Very different to animal, and something altogether different to human I’m guessing. At least I’m still clean then.
    He doesn’t react to the pain. He just laughs again and puts his finger in his mouth, sucking the blood off. Then he removes it, holding it up in front of my face, and I watch in horror as it heals in a matter of seconds.
    They heal a lot quicker than we do. I didn’t know that. Shit.
    I attempt to wriggle free again, but I’m going nowhere. Even though he’s a small guy, I feel like I’ve got a truck sat on me.
    “Honey, when are you going to realise I’m going nowhere … and neither are you,” he smirks.
    My heart is hammering in my chest. It hurts, so much. Adrenaline is flooding my body and mind. The word, panicking, just doesn’t even cut it.
    “Now, I’ve had Vârcolac before,” he says in an easy tone. “It’s not so bad. It was a man of course. And not anywhere as near pretty as you are.” He runs the tip of his tongue along his top lip. “And well, you honey, you smell as sweet as sugar, and I’m sure you taste just as good.”
    Oh God.
    My heart leaps into my throat. Every fibre of me going into blind frenzy as I see him release his fangs. The panic quickly rears my body into action. I start fighting for my freedom again, kicking and yelling for help, but he’s unmoving.
    He tilts his head back, cricking his neck, like his readying himself for a fight. Then in one swift move he plunges his teeth straight into my neck.
    I scream. One single, piercing, painful scream.
    It echoes around the empty forest and bounces right back at me.
    Blood. There’s blood everywhere. Swimming in my vision. Roaring in my ears. Trickling down my neck, soaking into the earth below.
    His body tenses around me, clamping down harder, his knees tightening into me, the pain in my chest screaming a silent bellow as his hands pin my shoulders down to the hard ground.
    I’m completely immobilised and tied to his will. He’s sucking on my neck, harder and harder.
    He’s draining me.
    He’s not going to stop. He’s going to bleed me dry. This is it. I’m going to die. I’m actually going to die here in this forest, at the hands of a vampire.
    Of all the things I thought might kill me, I never ever considered it would be a vampire. I just assumed I’d die either old and alone, or if the Originals had me … well … when I could no longer give them what they so desire anymore.
    I can feel my body weakening. Emptying. I’m dying.
    I thought I’d feel relief when I knew I was going to die.
    End what I’ve become.
    End all of the pain and suffering.
    But I don’t. I just feel panicked. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die and never see Nathan again.
    I’m so tired. The pain’s starting to