As Jude felt the sharp sting of Grace's teeth piercing his skin, a wave of pain and panic washed over him. He struggled against her grasp, his mind reeling with disbelief and horror at her sudden attack. With every heartbeat, he felt his strength waning, his blood draining away under the relentless assault of her thirst.
Desperation clawed at his senses as he fought to break free, but Grace's hold was unyielding, her grip iron-tight as she continued to feed upon him. With each passing moment, Jude felt his consciousness slipping away, his vision growing dim as the darkness closed in around him.
Yet, even in the throes of his own suffering, Jude's thoughts turned to Grace, to the woman he had once known and loved. He couldn't bear to see her consumed by the darkness, to watch as her humanity slipped away into the abyss. And so, with the last vestiges of his strength, he whispered her name, a plea for mercy amidst the chaos of their final moments together.
