Fledgling

I stood, listening to the cool rain that sliced my icy breath into shards of light. My skin was cold, yet I stayed standing. His eyes never left mine, drinking in the bloodlust I fet for him. His face was fresh, not a scratch. Something the luxuries of blood could heal, easily. I could not remember the last time I'd drank. My teeth raised, bared enough to flash my breath-taking snarl. Then he was an inch away, arms out-stretched, lightly gripping my shoulders. I pushed them away, roughly, not letting go of his shoulders. With undeniable strength, I leaned into his marble neck, carving my granite teeth into his toughened flesh.