John awoke to a horrid pain in his neck. "Ow." He whispered, rubbing his neck. This only made the pain worse; he looked at his hand and saw blood. The crimson slipped down his palm and down to his forearm. Shocked he quickly jumped out of bed and flew into the bathroom.
Examining himself he saw that there were two fresh tooth holes in his neck. This was quite concerning, considering that fact that he only knew of one person or troll rather who could do this. The Heir's neck started throbbing and a wave of pain went throughout his entire body, causing him to let out a blood curdling scream.
The pain was unbelievable; everything hurt and John couldn't breathe. Great, like my asthma didn't already make it hard enough for me to breathe. John thought bitterly as he began to lose consciousness. Blackness blurred the sides of his eyes and eventually swallowed his vision.