Her heavy, fast breathing, erratic pulse and heart rhythm were resounding in his ears. It was driving him crazy, it needed to stop. He threw his head back as she pressed her cupid bow lips on his neck. His vision hazed as he drew back his lips. Suddenly he jerked away, hiding his face as he hid in the shadowed corner of the bed. Thinking he was playing, she crawled after him.
"NO!" He cried. She pulled back and looked at him. He had gone so pale it was unnatural.
"Leave me!" His ivories were changing, making speech slightly difficult. She jumped off the bed to the door. Shaking slightly she reached for the doorknob.
"Tell no one." He hissed.
"Am I understood?" He asked raising moon colored eyes. She shook and opened her mouth to scream. As she inhaled a hand clapped over her mouth.
"You just had to do that." He gave into the call and violently tore her throat. Blood spattered the wall and soaked through his clothes.
Shakily he sat up, drenched in sweat from the blood dream. He raised his hand before his eyes. His skin was deathly pale and tiny blue veins traced his alabaster skin. It was still dark out; he had a chance to feed. Quieter than fatality he climbed out the window. Unseen he stopped in a farmer's cow field. The steady beat of many hearts pounding in his head. He ran a hand over the neck of the nearest bovine, his sensitive fingers finding the beating pulse under the flesh. Resting a hand on the animal's neck with the other on its shoulder he bared his teeth. Sharp eyeteeth sunk easily into the beast's neck. Thick, crimson liquid flowed into his throat. Desperately he fought the orgasmic feeling that came with feeding. As the beast's heart slowed he pulled away.