Bloodlust

Suddenly he let out a scream and locked eyes with me and I could tell he was no longer in control. His black eyes had turned crimson and his nails morphed into claws. Shit! I thought over and over.

"Um, Demon guy? Are you ok?" I asked nervously. He grabbed my uninjured arm and pulled me close to him. His claws dug into my skin leaving bright red beads of blood.

"No, I'm not ok!" He growled. "And it's your fault!" My shirt left my shoulders bare and with his clawed hand he slowly ripped open my right shoulder. I screamed. It hurt like hell and as the blood rolled down my chest and back, he dipped his pinky in the blood and drew something on my forehead. I barely noticed because of the fiery pain in my shoulder. He leaned down and grabbed a knife. That's when the adrenaline kicked in and the pain started to subside. I tried to push his hand off my wrist, but his grip was too strong.

"Let go of me!" I roared. He snarled and pushed me to the wall. Fear shot through me.

"I won't till my bloodlust is satisfied!" He growled and close the space between us. Wrapping his other hand around my wrist he dipped his head to my neck. I could feel his hot breath and shivered. "I should snap your neck already and be done with it." He whispered, "But I won't." I didn't know if I should have said anything, so I kept my mouth shut. I felt the cold blade lift from my skin as he let go of my wrists and he dropped the knife. It fell to the floor with a clank. He kissed me and even though he just attacked me, I kissed him back. Each kiss was rougher than the last. His warm hands slid under my shirt and pulled it off. Cold air curled around my stomach but was quickly warmed by our body heat.

"I shouldn't do this." He said, backing up. Disappointed yet relieved, I grabbed my shirt from the ground and put it on. His eyes and hands had returned to normal.