The narcotic warmth faded, replaced with a more intimate and natural one. It helped to clear the fog from her mind that left her detached and aloof. She stirred and blinked her eyes. starting at the blurry jaw and cheek of the man beneath her. This was John, the man that claimed to trust her with his life. He wanted to be with her. To spend his life with her. To love her. And she was killing him. She had killed him, actually. The second her teeth pierced his skin. Even if she stopped now he would still die. If he rose again, as she had, then Penny would kill him. If not Penny, then someone else. The blood in her mouth swelled her cheeks as she forgot to swallow. She squeezed her eyes shut and gulped it down, then continued sucking. Not seeing him didn't help, she still knew. She still felt him. She still touched him. She still loved him. "No!" Beth gasped as she lifted herself from his neck. Her hand slapped against him, pressing hard to stem the flow of blood.
