My Chemical Romance
Jasper P.O.V
As I put my lips to his throat, I wondered how I'd managed this far. His warm tangy blood pulsed evenly millimetres beneath my deadly fangs. I'd decided to listen to my Ipod for 10 seconds, just to give time for the venom to spread. As I turned my Ipod on, I unclenched my teeth. I honestly might have had lockjaw for the amount of time it took me to move the muscles in my mouth. Then with a strange ravenous snarl, I sank my teeth into his throat.
Good God it was incredible!! The warm blood, tangy and sharp, flowed freely into my mouth. How the hell had I managed to stay vegetarian for all these years?? This was beyond bliss, beyond pain. This was living.
The timer bleeped loudly and I pulled away, gasping. But it was useless. The scent of blood was choking, I was drowning in my own sin.
This was when he started to scream, loud, agonising screams of pain. I suddenly stopped dead. As he screamed and writhed, I remembered the hundreds of times it had been me, and the unbearable fire burning through my veins. I'd often wondered how the evil people who'd done it to me must have been feeling. But now I knew exactly how the sadists felt. I didn't want to be one of them. I pulled away, yelling in actual pain as my burning throat was hit by a wave of freezing air. I bit my hand and ran off into the woods.