Just One More Bite

Just One More Bite

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Marcilla is not your typical vampire. She is different than most of her kind just in the fact that she has some serious issues. But now she's running from herself and all she knows... even the man of her dreams. Or is he even the one for her? But why would she run in the first place? Because she wants just one more bite. It brought tears to my eyes. I pushed them down in my mind and took a deep breath. Bad idea! I hadn’t eaten in almost a week. I threw myself out of bed on the opposite side to him. I needed to put space between us and fast. Just one more bite. I could still see the scar at his collar bone from before. It terrified me. I couldn’t do that again. I could hear his heart rate go up. I could almost feel his warm blood trickling down my throat. I shook my head. I needed to clear the air. In a flash I was over by the window. Since my brother had told him the truth about us, I figured it wouldn’t really matter anyway. Plus his life might have been at stake. I threw open the doors to the window and took a deep breath of fresh air.
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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