Another short chapter. Sorry.
Dracula's black eyes glittered in the darkness as he stalked forward. His fangs slid down, his jaw lengthening. Alex scrabbled back from him, terrified.
"I thought you were giving me a choice," she whispered.
He chuckled softly. "Alexandria, my dear, I am giving you a choice. My choice."
She shook her head, soft brown eyes becoming wet with tears. "No. You can't."
"It will only hurt for a moment... darling..."
And then he lowered his mouth to her neck. Pain, pain like nothing else, filled her as he bit into her flesh and her veins. Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, but the pain was too much for her to scream through. She could feel her blood leaving her, his cold lips and tongue and teeth suckling at her wound....
Then he had moved back, and she was weak and exhausted and dying, and he was holding her up.... He slashed at his own neck with something sharp and silver and the cold black blood began spilling out... and he pressed her mouth down hard against it.
"Drink, my dear, dear Alex, drink," he whispered.
It was filling her mouth, the sharp taste making her eyes water, but she was determined not to swallow... yet how could she not? And as it trickled down her throat, she knew she was doomed.