Chapter Fifty-Five- Lucas

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"Ok. Put your head back."

She did so. 

"Tilt it a little so I can see your neck."

Again, she obeyed.

"Ok. This may hurt a little." I said.

Then I focused on something that made me mad. I focused on the day that dumb Gerald Jervis insulted Cassandra, and how angry I was. My fangs sharpened. I bit.

Amazingly, she was quiet, still holding my hand as I injected my venom into her bloodstream. 

Shame I wasn't the same.

This was the best thing I had ever done. Her blood tasted like sweets to kids, or... dang thats the only reference I could think of- because my brain was like 'AGHHHHHH!!!!!!! BLOOD!!!!!!!!!'

I couldn't do it.

I'd suck her dry.

Oh my God. Twilight Flashback. 

Dang that sparkly Edward Cullen and his occasional accuracy with vampires! 

I withdrew sharply. Robert Pattinson would put any guy off. 

I wiped my mouth and lay her back on the bed, cause this would be the last nap she had in a long time. 

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