Never have you seen him smirking the way he is now—and it was almost a bit scary.

You’ve had prior knowledge of Blade’s need for blood. He’s told you countless times to get away from him, to leave him alone, simply to avoid becoming his next victim.

But you just don’t listen, do you?

“I told you to stay away.” He mutters breathlessly, panting against your skin.

His breath is fanning over your face, his voice gravelly and hungry. He nearly resembled a feral animal, having finally caught up to its pray.

“Just one bite,” he whispers, “one bite… please…”

His tongue slid over his glistening fangs. He was dying to feel your flesh against his lips, to feel the way that hot, sweet blood would pour into his mouth. He would do anything to feel the warm crimson trickle down his chin.