“Oh' F*ck! F*ck!” "Alaric!" he shouted. He strode towards his beloved with unwavering determination, his mind resolute in its purpose. Without a moment's hesitation, he knew exactly what he must do. His mind was in such disarray that coherent thoughts eluded him.
"Love," he pleaded desperately, "please hold on. Don't leave me now. His words flowed with a steady cadence, while Emaline's gaze drifted upwards towards the ceiling, lost in her own thoughts.
A torrent of blood spewed forth from her lips. Alaric appeared to be endeavoring to revive the crimson fluid emanating from the left side of the woman's neck.
"Please," he pleaded with a desperate tone, his heart racing with emotion, "my love! Wait a moment," Alaric pleaded, unable to bear witness to her distress. He had momentarily forgotten that he was a vampire, capable of achieving the seemingly unattainable.
"Keep your eyes open! Keep your eyes open!" he yelled at the woman, determined not to let her lose consciousness.