Alison had never experienced such pain in her life. Tears were pouring and pouring down non-stop. She jerked as hard to pull out of his grasp and did, cradling her arm in pain, still crying. Her arm looked disfigured. The bone that broke pushing up through her skin, the bruised look and uneven skin tone, but what was worse was the aching feeling traveling all through her arm. She knew it was no point in screaming. She knew he would stop her. She focused her eyes on him. Anger, pain, sadness all in her eyes. The man's crimson eyes locked on her and he smiled at all the tears running down her face, watching the blood that ran and dripped from her neck.

He wanted it.

He wanted it now.

She watched him stare at her and without warning, he came at her and shoved her hard against the brick wall, her head slamming against. Pain spread through the area and her vision blurred. Her head slumped, hanging, swaying slowly back and forth. The pale hand pushed her head up against the wall, the other pinning her good arm against the wall. Slowly he leaned in and smelled the sweet scent of her blood, driving his wet tongue out and licking some of the blood up. Her body tensed and trembled.

He froze.

His eyes widened and he stared at her with confusion.