He carried her further inside the woods and laid her on the grass of a clearance.
Tearing her clothes off was easy because she didn't fight. In fact, she even helped to loosen his clothes.
He wasn't used to that. Women were sort of a weakness for him, but he couldn't remember when was the last time a woman had given herself willingly to him. That made his conscience rise up again, but he was too far-gone to stop himself.
When he penetrated her, as he torn up the flimsy skin of her virginity, he covered her mouth with his hand muffling a scream of pain. The smell of blood hit his nostril and the hunger added an abandoned edge to his lust. He thrust rhythmically, pulling her closer and loosing himself in the pleasure of that dance.
Her body tensed with discomfort. The insanity of what she'd done hit her hard with that sharp pain and she panicked. She didn't want to die after all, and now, the fear of him was replaced by a new feeling. With him inside her now, tearing her apart, she felt completely conscious of herself, her body and everything around her for the first time in her life. She felt alive, like she had never felt before. And she realized she wanted to hold on to that feeling for as long as she could.
His thrusts became harder and faster. She moaned with pain and he felt ready to reach his climax. He kissed her neck, tasting the salty warm skin, coordinating his thrust with the beating of her heart.
An explosion of pleasure made him scream, unleashing the beast within him that carved its fangs on her neck multiplying his pleasure to infinite, relieving his hunger with the taste of the sweet hot blood from her veins.
She screamed too when she felt the bite and her blood flowing to his mouth. She started to debate herself but he was too strong, too heavy for her to move. "Stop, please stop." She begged. "I changed my mind, please. Don't kill me." She began to cry helplessly beginning to feel weaker.
Her pleads reached that part of his brain that was fighting his own nature and Hal forced himself to stop. He got away from her slowly feeling his limbs heavy and the physical pain from the separation.
"Run." He said in a low guttural and inhuman voice. She tried to move but felt too tired. He turned to her, pitch black threatening eyes and a trembling red stained mouth. "Get out of here. I can't hold myself much longer." He said under his breath, clinging to the ground, pulling chunks of grass with his fingers. She looked at him confused and a little dizzy, feeling about to pass out. "RUN." He screamed to her.
A rush of adrenaline woke her up and she stumbled away from him, running back to her house.