Barrow Fields Sometimes the unknown is good

His voice filled her ears like venom, her mind a blaze with contempt. She tried to struggle, to get away and yet she couldn't. He's form pinned her, and his wickedness became prevalent as he caressed her, searching for something. Shalon could only hope that he let her live, what a foolish predicament to find herself in. She would surely berate herself later, if there was a later.
 
She tried to peer at him, and see what he was looking for. Her silver orbs caught the flash of white, and before her body could react his fangs pierced her delicate flesh. Shalon gave a yelp of pain, and a fierce growl. She tried once more, more vehemently, the get free from his grasp. For the moment, her blood filled his maw, and she was stuck until he lost himself in her blood. When he slacked slightly she took it upon herself, squirming out of his crimson embrace.
 
She wasn't done, the pain while prevalent made her blood boil. Turning on him as quick as he had jumped her, she lunged her his neck. Hoping to catch him in distracted state of which her blood caused.