Chapter 73 - Possible Danger

She's was dozing off way too fast. Her eye lids that had long fluttered close, going still and stiff.

"Fuck. Fuck!" He cursed, holding her almost limp cold body in his arms as he attempted to lay her on the bed.

He knew he should have stopped, he knew he should have stopped himself a long time ago.

He had taken too much.

The smile on her face was a plain show of the euphoria he had given her while feeding from her. There was no possible way she would have know that she was dying. She wouldn't even be able to sense it.

He was quick to have her back against the soft bed and a part of his palm that he dugged his claws in pressed to her mouth, so that his blood trickled through her parted lips, into her mouth, and down her throat.

She gulped almost too weakly, but that was adequate. His blood would find its way into her system and that should be enough.

Hopefully.

Then he pulled back, his claw pulling out of his palm, his skin sealing up, his blood drying up.