The moment she pierced the skin, her world exploded in a glorious burst of warmth. 

The bite was pure ecstasy. Something about taking her prey while they were awake and aware made the act that much more pleasurable; Mila felt it overwhelmingly now. For the first minute or two, she saw nothing, heard nothing and felt only euphoric bliss. Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, she knew the girl was struggling against what was happening, but Charlie’s soft sounds were ultimately lost on her. 

Her hands kept their hold Charlie’s wrists as she bit down, but gradually they began to loosen, then slide down the girl’s arms and tangle themselves into her hair. The whole process was virtually silent, save for the occasional slick sound of lips on skin or her own sighs of content. Gradually the shock of pleasure became a gentle glow and she began to become dimly aware of her surroundings again as she continued to take and take. She became aware of Charlie’s hands against her head, holding her close. The realization sent a curious flutter in her chest. She shouldn’t have been surprised though, she knew Charlie would be feeling a euphoric rush of her own. Still, the image she had suddenly of what the girl’s expression must have been at the climax of that rush seemed to pull Mila out of her bloodthirsty frenzy and into a different sort of trance…

Stop. [i]Stop![/i] She needed to stop [i]right[/i] now, if Charlie was going to be ok. Mila had already taken more than she usually did, when she wanted to be sure her prey would be able to recuperate afterward. And yet, it was so difficult to pull away… This was the best she’d had for as long as she could remember. Maybe [i]the[/i] best. But it would be over forever if she didn’t stop now. That thought should have been enough to make her yank away…It was something else though that finally did it. Big blue eyes, enchanting laugh, that charming lip bite. She imagined them dying at her hands and was suddenly pulling away from Charlie’s neck, panting heavily, and letting her head rest on her roommate’s chest. 

She lay there for a moment, exhausted, eyelids heavy. Suddenly she stirred and hurriedly pressed her ear more firmly to Char’s chest, listening for a heart beat with a horrible sinking sensation in her stomach. Where was it…?! There! She thought she felt something but it was weak. “Charlie..” Her tone was so different from the alluring one she’d used earlier. It sounded faint. “Charlie, can you hear me?” Mila raised her head and sat up to hover over the girl. She placed a cool hand against both cheeks, her eyes scanning frantically over her features. “Char, open your eyes,” she demanded hoarsely. A hand moved to her neck, but this time it wasn’t to lust after her pulse but rather to beg for it to come back strong again. 

“Please wake up,” she whispered. A line of blood still lingered from her lip. A bead of it trembled from her chin before dropping onto Charlie’s cheek. Mila quickly rubbed it away with her thumb. Her fingers moved down to the two small bite marks that were still quite visible. Two gaping wounds in an otherwise beautiful, slender neck. She touched them gingerly with her fingertips and blood colored the ends of them red.