Stare Into the Abyss - Part 1

The blood trickled onto my tongue with a sweet taste; I had to doubt whether it was blood.

“There you go,” he whispered.

The liquid traveled down my throat and after that one sip he pulled his wrist away from my mouth. I sensed my body regain a sliver of strength, enough to allow me to stand on my own. I wondered if this man’s blood had the power to heal me. He wanted me alive. He had only said so. With that, an idea sprout into my head. I let my legs give way beneath me and let my weight fall completely.

“I told you don’t drain her dry.” Blue eyes stared at the man behind me. He seemed irritated with him and continued to force his wrist against my mouth. The blood was still fresh against my lips. The moment it trickled onto my tongue, I secured my teeth on his wrist and bit into his skin with all my might, sucking in as much of the sweet liquid as I could in the few milliseconds I had.