STEPHENIE MEYER.

Sharp teeth. Fire, crimson eyes. One word. Bloodlust. A group of them surrounded me. I looked around. I was trapped. And scared. So scared. I turned around to try and atleast run. But a guy stepped in front of me. He put his hand around my throat. I whimpered as he leaned closer to my throat and whispered, Mine, forever. And then he bared his teeth, as if he was going to sank them into my awaiting, smooth skin...

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