He grabbed my upper arm and yanked me up, herd enough to leave dark , fingertip-shaped bruises across it. I was whipped around and thrown against a cold steel wall. I let out a short yelp of pain slip from my lips, which was quickly muffled by his rough, grimy hand. He hissed and jabbed his bony knee into my stomach, causing me to gag and double over in pain. The wind was knocked out of me, and I struggled to breathe as he slammed my head into the wall and pressed his thumbnail to my cheek, causing blood to well up at the incision. I felt the substance dripping down my cheek, warm and foreign. I could never stand blood. Bile rose in my throat, the taste bitter and sickly sweet. He brought his face to mine, closing his eyes and shakily sucking in the scent of my blood. His lips turned up in a manic grin, with eyes a deep black from thirst boring into my brown ones. He continued to stare up at me as he lowered his mouth to my neck and, without warning, sunk his teeth deep into my flesh.
As I began to writhe on the ground, I watched his expression soften, and he gently removed his teeth from my neck. He kissed the wound gently and stood slowly, looking down at my tortured body.
"See you later, gorgeous."