A deep, ruffled growl escaped the girl, her lips
pulling taut like a rabid animal. She pressed hard against
my thumb that was clamped on her chin. I pushed the tip
of my thumb into the flesh of her cheek, feeling the rigid
teeth inside her mouth, and twisted my pinky in and up to
pin the jugular like a pinched nerve, draining her strength.
She was forced into submission.
I inserted the needle directly into the center of the
right hole on the girl’s neck and firmly pressed the plunger
until every last drop of the clear solution was injected.
“Let her go and stand back. Be ready for
anything!”
The girl’s body convulsed, and her jaw clenched.
Her mouth drew taut as strained grunts, like the undead
pulling itself from fresh graveyard soil, crept through her
curled upper lip. Her hands shook uncontrollably, the
fingernails growing to long points. She grabbed the left
side of her neck with both hands and jabbed the points of
her nails into her own flesh. The bite mark seared, like
steak on too hot a grill, and burned red hot. The girl’s
shoulder blades contracted, and she thrashed herself on
the soft mattress. A tragem symbol of vampire ownership
appeared across the bite mark that was now healed. The
girl’s grunts turned to a low, gurgling growl as her blue
eyes turned red and her canines grew to long sharp tapers.
She sat half-way up, face snarling, right arm shaking. Her
face was no longer that of the kind girl that laid in bed
when I first arrived, but of a disfigured creature spawned
by the devil at death’s door, with jagged teeth, sunken eyes,
tightly pulled thin skin, and prominent pointed cheek
bones.
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