THE DARK SIRE: ACCOLADES (Special Edition Issue, March 2021) | Page 54

smiling . It was an evil and chilling grin , but it wasn ’ t the smile itself that caught my attention , it was his teeth which jagged at my mind . They were perfect : straight , white , even ; a phenomenon unusual to such a time and place . What was most unbelievable though were the long , pointed canines that seemed to have appeared from nowhere . I had seen no such fangs in his grin before that moment , so I stared at them in disbelief . I was utterly unable to pull my eyes from a sight so strange and so clearly out of place .
He grabbed my arms again , pinning them back against the brick behind me with a quickness I was not even able to register . As I looked up at my hands pinned to the wall trying to discern a way to break his hold , he placed his mouth against my neck as if to kiss it sensually , causing my skin to crawl . It was not a kiss I felt the next instant however , but exquisite pain as those long white teeth thrust themselves viciously into my neck .
Let me tell you , no pain in the world compares to having fangs sunk into the tender flesh above one ’ s jugular . I could feel those teeth sinking into my neck , like an ice pick shoved viciously into the muscle . A scream burst forth , but my attacker clasped his hand over my mouth once again , blocking all sound . I could feel my energy leaving me , as well as my will to fight . But fight , I knew I must . Fight or die .
Struggling against his clenching grasp on my arms , I was unable to free myself ; as if the hands clasping me were made of steel . I could no more cause them to release me , than I could have stopped the jaws of a wild cat from ripping me apart .
As the strength flowed from my body , consciousness fled me and I started to spiral down into darkness , which seemed eager to reach up and pull me in , like a long lost lover . Just when I thought the darkness would swallow me whole , the pain gradually receded . The downward spiral seemed to reverse itself as I tried to hold on to what consciousness I had left .
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