_ Help Us

~Renata's POV~

I stand frantically in front of the door to the apartment of the girl I saw by the window, begging to let us in.

The door doesn't open. 

I bang my fist against it again, harder this time. "Let us in!" My voice is raw, my throat burning from all the screaming. "Please! He's dying!" 

Still, there is no answer. 

"I know you're in there! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!"

I press my forehead against the wood, panting. Pretty Boy's blood is soaking into my shirt, hot and thick. It smells so delicious… like steak on a sizzling summer grill. 

My stomach growls, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. I'm so hungry, and the scent of his blood is making my mouth water. I try to shake off the feeling, telling myself I'm not a monster. 

I'm here to save him, not eat him, but it's hard to resist the urge.

 His breathing is ragged and too shallow. He will die anytime soon if he doesn't get help. Fuck.