Post by xBlackxAcex on Mar 4, 2021 21:29:19 GMT
"I will stop." Saint rested her hand over his shoulder, peering into her ocean depths and allowed himself to feel the raw allure of being carried by waves.Her body was warm, and the heat was distinct from the warmth of her clothes. It closely resembled the sun's warmth, and he could almost smell the sunshine on her skin. I will not kill you. You will die a fair death Mira Vandenburg. Human blood was the purest life essence for a vampire were words from his father he remembered clearly. Although the late vampire was somewhat of a skeptic, Saint came from a true lineage of purebloods where the bite was most sacred. He couldn't drink from just anyone for the lasting effects that came with it. His ancestors, many-a-great grandparents disregarded the notion, and it led to the quick demise of the bloodline. As Saint was the last living member, his father warned him to stay vigilant and cautious who he bit when the time came. Thinking his father knew about his cursed mind, he was wise to advise his son of the faith lying before him.Three decades passed and thousands of lives were killed before his eyes found Mira at the underground fighting club. Craning her neck, his lips passed over the flesh in search for the best vein. His lips pulled back, and his fangs scraped the soft skin. He pressed lightly, but he didn't break the skin.
"There's a knife beside you. If I'm not able to stop, stab me. Be careful not to cut yourself." He breathed.
Kissing the vein was his last warning before he sank his fangs deep into her jugular vein. The first taste of blood exploded on his tongue, and he couldn't get enough. However, her body was quickly its warmth, and her heartrate was getting uncontrollable. Taking her in his arms, his eyes squeezed shut as waves pummeled him. Fists rained down on his head. Stop, you'll kill her! He took his mouth off her, detecting a very faint pulse before it gradually slowed to a stop. "Mira." Saint gasped, wiping his mouth. Laying her down, he observed her body. She was cold but not dead. She smelled undead, so he took it as a good sign. The rest of the transformation was out of his hands and up to the human.
"There's a knife beside you. If I'm not able to stop, stab me. Be careful not to cut yourself." He breathed.
Kissing the vein was his last warning before he sank his fangs deep into her jugular vein. The first taste of blood exploded on his tongue, and he couldn't get enough. However, her body was quickly its warmth, and her heartrate was getting uncontrollable. Taking her in his arms, his eyes squeezed shut as waves pummeled him. Fists rained down on his head. Stop, you'll kill her! He took his mouth off her, detecting a very faint pulse before it gradually slowed to a stop. "Mira." Saint gasped, wiping his mouth. Laying her down, he observed her body. She was cold but not dead. She smelled undead, so he took it as a good sign. The rest of the transformation was out of his hands and up to the human.