"Someone!" I screamed. "Anyone!"
I was running for my life, literally. My boyfriend was after me, it wouldn't end well. He had lost an appetite for animals, and longed for my blood.
"Jillian!" He cried. "Come here my sweet!"
Just then the worst thing came to mind, he could be super fast. I mean faster than nascar fast. Just as well, he had thought the same (or maybe he read my mind again). He stopped short in front of me.
"Why won't you let me?"
All I could do was pant.
"You told me you wanted me to turn you the moment I met you."
"I changed my mind." I gasped.
"But I can't change mine." He said coming up behind me, holding me tight against his muscular chest. "I can't wait to taste your blood. That sweet, scrumptious, liquid. Especially, yours. Oh, that lovely taste, almost too good to explain."
"Please, don't." I pleaded.
"Oh, but I will. You will be my queen. Right there beside me."
"Oh but Jillian, you'll love it."
"No, no, no."
"Yes, yes, yes."
"Please, no. Donavan, I love you, but please don't do this to me."
"But if you love me, you'll want this."
"Enough talk, how about some action."
He moved in on my neck, breathing icy breath on me, sending chills down my spine. I screamed in despiration for a hero. Just then, I felt myself falling to the pavement. I heard punches, kicks and awful moans of pain.