Eliza could feel the pulse in her neck in expectation of a sharp pain. Her hair was standing on end. Hot blood was pounding through her body, and it was telling her to fight back. She struggled, but to no avail. Her leg snapped under her, a hyperextension of her knee. Somehow, her adrenaline managed to override the sensation. She couldn’t run now, even if she had gotten away. What was the point though? He was certainly much stronger than her. Mr. Neroni was a vampire, and he was going to kill her. This was it. She hadn’t even seen Australia.
His mouth came down, fangs first. Eliza winced in anticipation. She felt his mouth on her neck. It was cold. Of course, he was undead, right? But, why didn’t it hurt? Why didn’t she feel like she was dying? She felt the prick of the fangs again, but it was like a dull pin hitting the toughest part of her heel.
“Daverro!” growled Mr. Neroni.