Laura tried to writhe. She tried to turn her body, to urge Emma off of her, but her limbs were bound tight. Emma was too strong. There was no hope of getting a sound out, as the steel strengthened fingers of the vampire dug into Laura's skin, bruising around her nose and mouth. Laura's vision blurred as the edges of her sight melted into a fuzzy black. The room darkened and spun. Laura's stomach did flips and turns. She felt like the bed was tilting away from her, falling towards the far window and the only thing keeping her on was the straps and Emma. She felt herself falling, the world getting darker, herself getting lighter, everything slipping between her fingers, everything falling, as darkness took her.