And if I Die Before I Wake...

My eyes were wild, I knew. They burned with desire as I looked at her. No one could be so innocent as she in this very moment. She had given up. My claws, still fully formed, were digging into her arms yet again and I heard her whimper in pain.

I leaned down near her neck. "No one will hear you scream." I muttered. My fangs scraped against her skin as I spoke. "No one will come to find you, Morgan. You are mine."

There was a soft pop as my fangs sunk deep into her jugular. She convulsed beneath my grasp before her body gave in and succumed to the paralizing venom now taking the place of her blood. She whimpered again and I detached myself, letting her fall to the floor with a thud. I didn't want to stop. I wanted to drink and drink until I exploded, but I could not. My senses had returned enough for me to notice what I'd done. She was dieing.

I gazed at her limp form, her chest still heaving from overexhersion(sp?). I ran my tongue over my fangs and tasted quicksilver. The metal was supposed to turn humans mad, maybe that's what it had done to me? My venom surged and I felt the urge to keep her again. I wanted to feed on her flesh, but the crumpled body on the floor was hardly worth it.

The obsessive urge to keep the human as my own persuaded my to gather her up in my arms and take another bite before leaving with her. The air outside was cold; it seemed to threaten unveiling me if I made a sound. I moved with agonising speed to the rat hole I lived in and burst through the door. I didn't care how loud I was, the insane desire to keep her propelling me foreward.

I heard my father and his mistress leave their room, laughing menacingly. I did not care. Not even when they called to me did I stop moving. I felt a hand on my shoulder and only then did I turn to snarl at my father. It was a feral. leathal sound that made him stop dead in his tracks and stare at me for a moment in terror. I did not wait to see his reaction, but turned again and entered my room.

I glanced at my night table and saw my medicine. I scowled at it, and after laying Morgan down in my bed, chucked it out the window. I heard the tinkling of shattering glass as it hit the ground.

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Morgan awoke slowly, goraning a bit from the remaining soarness of the bite marks I had created on her neck. She was confused.

"Am I still human?" she asked as she examined her skin. The blood still rushed through her veins and her heart beated on its own. She did not understand it.

"Yes."

"You bit me."

"Yes."

She was quiet. She was observing me. I had come to my senses, and she knew that, even if she found it hard to believe.

"Why did you take me here, then?"

Now I was quiet. I did not want to answer her, this was not something average humans should know. The theater had scratched the surface of the concept, but had twisted it to fit a human's stand point. I heasitated, but answered.

"I suppose you would describe it as... choosing a bride." I said. I did not meet her gaze, instead studying her feet.

"Oh." she mumbled. Her voice cracked, and I saw a splash of liquid near her foot. She was crying. "A-and... what does that mean?"