Prey

Chapter 19

Doe's POV:

I fought uselessly against the hand pinning my wrists to the ground above my head.

That familiar, infuriating giggle sounded from above me, coming from the woman whose body was effortlessly keeping my body still and secure against the floor.

I dared to meet those golden eyes through the tears I was desperately blinking away.

Only to be met with a content smirk and a look in her eyes that told me she was thoroughly enjoying the scene before her.

"Aren't you tired by now, pet?" She spat the last disdainful word, the five individual claws that had already pierced the skin of my neck burying themselves deeper.

Trying and failing to hide the strain that feeling caused, I could feel the warmth of my own blood trailing down the skin of my neck, and taste it in the back of my mouth.

I choked back my need to cough, only imagining what that would do to the claws already in my skin.

"We've been at this for far too long," her words echoed around the space surrounding us as soon as they left her mouth, "We both know how this is going to end, delaying the inevitable is only going to hurt you more,"

The last word echoed louder as her fingers flexed again and her claws sank even deeper

An excruciating cry forced itself from my lips this time, the sound garbled from my own blood rising in my throat.

Still, I thrashed again, whether it worsened the wounds in my neck or not.

I was a goner either way.

The vampire on top of me snarled, thoroughly annoyed by my disobedience.

Then slowly she inched herself down, her face only a few inches from mine.

"Your obstinance is going to be your downfall," She growled, her grip on my wrists turning painful.

I knew that.

It was something I had accepted a long time ago.

With that small bit of determination building, I finally released the cough that was building within my throat.

The vampire flinched as my action caused a splatter of my blood to stain itself upon her flawless skin.

The image of the furious line between her brows was short-lived.

Without another word and with a quick jerk, her hand pulled itself from my neck, fatally tearing the skin and whatever else she had internally punctured out and away from my body.

My eyes snapped open nearly as fast as my hand found the front of my neck, my opposing elbow hurrying to push me up from my side laying position.

My racing heart and heavy breaths seemed to have translated from that hellish dream, a phantom pain still radiating from my neck despite knowing that it was intact.

I even hesitated a second before forcing myself to swallow through my dry throat, reveling at the lack of that metallic taste.

Still, that wasn't enough to calm me down.

As much as I wished it was, as much as I wished that the realization that what just happened wasn't real, my body never wanted to cooperate with me.

I immediately kicked the blankets off of me, already beginning to feel myself starting to sweat.

Whether it was from my illness or panic, I didn't know, nor really want to know, I just needed it to stop as fast as possible.