Her eyes were like molten lava or maybe a better description would be a raging inferno. They burned bright with glaring anger yet showed indifference at the same time. Her short blond hair gave her an almost angelic look that contradicted her eyes. Everything about her appearance was perfect; no blemish of any kind marred her beauty. She stood before me like a goddess, a vengeful angel, and a bringer of death. And that was what she was, a bringer of death.
This beautiful creature smiled at me, showing me her sharp teeth. They were a brilliant white, the same as freshly fallen snow that has yet to be touched by the trampling feet of children. My breath got caught in my throat, if not because of her teeth than because of her smile. The smile was twisted, sinister, and mocking. She truly was a dark angel. Everything about this being was captivating, mesmerizing. I couldn't remember my name or my life; my only thoughts were centered on this being that stands before me.
The angel brought her small, delicate hand to my face and stroked my cheek like a gentle lover would to the one they loved the most. Her hand left an icy cold trail from my cheek up until her hand was in my hair. She suddenly fisted my hair and wretched my head to the side violently. The girl's twisted smile grew upon hearing my pain voiced through the cry that escaped past my lips.
The goddess brought her angelic face towards me until her face was buried in my neck. She breathed in deeply and then let out a small hum in pleasure. She then licked from collarbone to my chin, leaving a cold trail on my neck that made a shiver race up my spine. She then opened her mouthed and bit into the soft flesh of my neck with her sharp teeth. I immediately cried out. The pain was excruciating, unlike anything that I had ever felt before in my lifetime. I writhed within the dark angel's grasp but all that earned me was more pain as she restrained me with a strength that was not possible. I was trapped and I was dying.
I could feel my blood, my life source leaving my body with her rhythmic sucking. The more she sucked the less pain that I felt until I felt nothing at all. My mind and my body were growing numb; all that was left was a small feeling of contentment, of resignation in the face of death. I had heard the cliché that you will see your life flash before your eyes or that you see a brilliant light when you are on your deathbed. I experienced neither. I didn't even think of my loved ones as I died, my brain was too far gone to. My senses started to fade. Blackness was slowly creeping in at the edges of my vision. It slithered along until all I saw was the blackness and nothing else. The sound of the goddess sucking my blood started to sound muted, like it was coming from farther than a couple inches away from my ears.
I took in a deep breath and let it out. That was my last breath before the end.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, the book and it's characters belong to Stephanie Meyer