Her eyes glowed bright.
It coloured red.
His blood tasted good.
Very addictive.
Abel watched her relish the new unfamiliar feeling. While she drank from him, he worked on her hair, brushing through it for everytime it sleeked down her face.
But it was almost exceeding a minute now. She was drinking too much and very fast that he'd begun to dry up.
She needed to stop.
-"That's enough now." Abel hinted, grinning a smile to impress. But Victoria wouldn't. She pulled in deeper until the sharpness of her fangs injured him the more.
Abel winced in pain.
"I told you to stop!"
Again, she ignored him.
He then attempted to shove her aside by pulling at her hair.
She wouldn't budge.
At the start, he got up. She also with him, refusing to let go of his hand.
She was about to bore a crater in there if he didn't stop her.
"Don't make me hurt you." He barked. But his shout fell on deaf ears.
