Madam Harris tried pushing him off, but he was too strong for her. She tried kicking him in the crotch and biting his lip, among other things, but his kisses were relentless. He didn't stop even when her face turned a sickly shade of blue due to the lack of air.
Madam Harris' cries were muffled in the kiss; her knees bucked, and a surge of pain ran through her body when she felt sharp teeth sinking agonizingly slow in the swollen flesh of her bottom lip.
Her body was gradually weakening, she could feel herself losing consciousness, but the lack of air wasn't to blame; this man was a vampire, and he was bleeding her dry.
The officers couldn't silence their gasps at the strange man's bold actions. 'Did he just kiss her?' they all thought in shock, and he was still kissing her.
