Page 25 of Blind Bite
He bit again, this time at my wrist. The pain barely registered through the growing numbness.
My thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. Images flashed before me—my mother teaching me to ride a bike, my father’s proud face at my high school graduation. Mysti curled on my lap during late-night study sessions. Amelie laughing as we painted each other’s nails in our living room.
Jamie moved to my other wrist, greedy for more. “Usually the fear makes it sweeter, but tasting the pleasure through your veins really made this... to die for,” he commented between swallows. “Sorry, horrible pun, terrible timing.”
More images flashed though my mind: the tattoo designs I’d never create, the children I’d never have. The degree I’d never finish. All the potential possibilities for my future evaporated with each drop of blood he stole.
“Just a little more,” he groaned, returning to my neck.
My body felt impossibly heavy as his grip anchored me to the desk. I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. My arms hung limp at my sides.
More memories flashed—my first kiss behind the bleachers to a jock who wanted to ‘try a goth’, the day I got accepted to Witherford, and the feeling of a tattoo needle piercing my skin.
“So good,” Jamie murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. His lips detached themselves once again only to come to my mouth. He bit into my lip as he kissed me. My blood dripped into his mouth as his tongue assaulted me. It was weirdly passionate, even though this situation was anything but.
A surge of strength hit me. This was my last chance. I could feel the fight leaving me every second that passed. I gathered all the energy I had left and bit his tongue, hard. Jamie growled, pulling his head back quickly as blood sprayed between us.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Dove,” he spat. His hands grabbed my chin and pushed my head back, bearing my neck to him once again.
I couldn’t fight anymore as he fed on my neck once again. I could no longer even find the will to be afraid; a strange peace settled over me as I accepted what was happening.
This is how I would die. Not old in bed, surrounded by loved ones. Not in some dramatic accident. But here, on a desk, drained by a monster wearing the face of a man I’d desired.
My heartbeat slowed, each thump fainter than the last. Jamie pressed himself against me, chasing the fading pulse, determined to take every last drop.
The room dimmed further. The pain receded. In its place came a profound acceptance—almost relief. No more disappointments, no more trying to find my place. No more feeling like an outsider.
As darkness claimed me completely, my final thought was oddly comforting.
At least someone finally found me irresistible.
Chapter Eighteen
Darkness swallowed me whole, then spat me back into a strange dimension. I floated somewhere between life and death, my consciousness bobbing like a cork that fell into the wine bottle.
I saw a blindingly bright light, then eternal darkness again.
Was this all that existed after life? No angels, no golden gates to welcome you? Truthfully, I’d always believed in reincarnation, and was mildly disappointed that I wasn't being reborn as a cute kitten. After what I just went through, I could use a little pampering.
“—completely irresponsible—” A woman’s voice rang out, sharp with anger bled through my haze.
I sank deeper and deeper into the void.
Coldness spread through my limbs. Yep, my life was fading, my body letting my soul go. My grandmother always said there’d be a tunnel of light. But every time the brightness came, it faded just as fast.
“—could have exposed us all—” it was the woman’s voice again.
A deep voice responded. “She was just supposed to be dinner.” The rich tone was familiar. Was it Jamie? The man who was my violent end.
I drifted away on a current of nothingness.
My mother’s face appeared, then dissolved. Her heart was going to break when she finds out what happened.
“—the elders will have your head—” the woman’s voice hissed.
“Felicity, I’ve never lost control like that before. You should’ve tasted her,” Jamie sounded almost petulant.
Felicity. The bar owner? Why was her voice carrying into my afterlife?
