The wind blew fast and cold, people trebling and shivering from the bittercold that prickled against there skin in the darkness of the night. The moon shined above, watching, but the crimson red was watching as well. They were flickering from person to person. The slick, wet tongue running over its mouth, imagining the taste. Imagining the silky texture caressing its mouth. Pale fingers gripped the edge of the rooftop building, head peeking down from the darkness, legs bent, moving restly, ready to prey. Suddenly the eyes flicked to a teenage girl, the eyes closing in on her, piercing down watching her every move as she's shoved against a brick wall in between two buildings. Lips were being forced upon hers with craving and the breath of alcohol brushing against her mouth, mixing with her breath. A jacket being being peeled away revealing flesh of a arm, clear flesh flowing with blood. The pale fingers tightened even more on the rooftop, legs moving faster with anticipation, with urges.
The girl wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, who was forcing himself on her with hunger. The man suddenly stopped, slowly he pulled away and back up, the girl looking at him confused, “what's wrong? “ she questioned. He didn't say a word, but just stare at the girl with hurt in his eyes and shock written all over his face. “What's wrong?! “ she urged again. Again he said nothing, but suddenly he began to cough and hack, blood coming up and out of his mouth