James floated in what seemed like empty space for a short amount of time. He couldn't tell which way was up, or which way was down. All he knew was that the darkness that surrounded him made him feel cold and weak.
Suddenly he felt something grab onto him and, as he frantically squirmed around in a vain attempt to see or feel what it was, he felt a pair of very sharp fangs pierce his neck. As the fangs sank into his flesh he went stiff for a brief moment before crying out in pain.
The pain certainly got him moving as he squirmed around even more in a frantic search for whatever it was on him. Feeling his hands land on something solid he went to throw it off of him but suddenly felt very weak, even weaker than what the darkness made him feel.
It would seem that the sudden moving around as he was losing blood was a very bad idea as a dizzy spell hit him. Only one thought entered his mind at this point. Was this how he was going to go out?