[color=a2d39c]"Well... here goes."[/color] Ashlynn hesitantly grabbed Martin by the collar of his torn shirt.
[color=a2d39c]"[i]I make you mine.[/i]" [/color]As she moved he mouth to his neck instincts took over and swiftly she bit down on Martins pale and exposed neck.
With forceful hunger she drained him. She had to bring him close, the closer the better. She could feel his heart race trough her sensitive teeth, she felt closely and drained til his heart rate dropped to a dramatic low. She had turned a bunch of rednecks and werewolves for her sire, she was starting to get good at it. But not every 'patient' had survived. And this man was not in any sense of the word 'tough'.
She had to be careful. When Martin reached critical point she expertly ran a scalpel down her wrist without hesitating and pushed the bleeding cut in his mouth. He drank. He drank a lot. Then he collapsed. Now she had to wait. See if he would survive.

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The sharp pain of sinking canines soon faded.
A burning feeling like a thousand smoldering talons scorching lines across his skin.
Laying him bare before a bright light. Not pure or holy. Nor bleak or searing. Sober and true it was.
*Dun dun*
*Dun dun*
All Martin could hear. All he could feel.
*Dun dun*
*Dun dun*
Was deafened by the sound of his heart beating. Or was it hers?
*Dun dun*
*Dun dun*
Boiling hot blood trickled into his mouth. Martin could feel sink into his body and surge trough his veins.
It felt like nothing he could even imagine. This was the feeling of nature and it's antithesis combined, as pure and impossible as it could get. 
*Dun dun*
*Dun dun*
It felt hard to imagine himself standing there, wrapped in the arms of death, disguised so beautifully.
He felt removed from the world, yet closer to her.
*Dun dun*
*Dun dun*
Martin felt light, he could feel his humanity slip away from him.
Without remorse he let the blood wash away all he was. He would look forward.
*Dun dun*
*Dun dun*
Then it all came crashing down. The world crumbled and faded into a swirl of shadows. He literally fell down. 
The ground making intimate friends with his back and left arm should hurt, but it didn't even register with Martin he was far away.
*Dun dun*
*Dun dun*
With his last conscious moment he looked up at an angel and smiled.
Martin slipped away into darkness. But he would never be allowed his dreams again.
And he would know it by the red grass and the tumultuous skies. This was the realm between again.
A meek *pop* and a small cloud of confetti showered Martin. The group of other Martins from his last visit to the edge of his sanity stood around him clapping and nodding approvingly. Holding champagne glasses with blood.
[color=fffffe][b]"̢̀͡ Welcome to the club. "̸̶̴͠[/b][/color]