Digital Artist currently working on his first novel - The Sleeping Eye
He pinned her to the ground, his fingers digging into her shoulders as he struggled to keep hold. She thrashed beneath him. Her torso twisting, legs kicking wildly but he persisted.
"But, your not a Vampire." stated Max. He had been through this a thousand times with Tom but it always fell on deaf ears.
With every bite her senses exploded. As the cold flesh rolled around the inside of her mouth she savoured the bitter taste like it was her last.
The stress seemed to have gathered at the front of his skull. It felt like his head was being crushed between two solid slabs of stone, the rough surfaces grating against his damp skin.
As the shards of glass began to enter his body, the transparent razors slicing through his flesh, he knew he had made a huge mistake..