He held the stake above my head ready to end my life. I closed my eyes ready for the rest of the world to be shut out, for my heart to stop. The sound of our rapid tired breathing to come to an end. But as I wait with my eyes closed shut it never comes. I hear him drop the stake and I open my eyes. The blood on his left eyebrow from our fight drips onto my upper lip and he just stares at me. I try to fight the urge not to lick the blood from my lip, but decide agaisnt it being that he was going to kill me seconds ago. The taste is sweet and salty and I can tell it was mixed in with his sweat. I flick my tongue over my fangs and the boy lets out a shaky breath before collapsing on top of me. It's silent for a while, his body on mine, the taste of his blood still lingering in my mouth. The boy raises from on top of me sitting on my lap and stares intently at me; confusion clear in his eyes. He grabs his stake and gets up and leaves; running.