The next thing I knew, I felt my neck burning. My eyes opened wide and I tried to scream. I was barely able to take in my surroundings: I was still in my room, and I saw a well muscled shoulder right before my eyes. I frantically tried to feel at my neck, as the pain scorched my chin and then my cheeks. I gasped to realize it was spreading. My hand touched something cold. Skin. Edward's cheek. Suddenly I realized what was going on, and through the blinding pain, all I could think was, it's not worth the pain. And I felt myself going lightheaded.
My hand stayed on Edward's cheek as his lips and teeth stayed on my neck. He couldn't stop drinking. I blacked out again, my love for Edward and my profound sadness at the realization that I wouldn't get to spend my life with him after he killed me mixing exceedingly painfully with the physical feeling of having my skin ripped apart bit by bit.
