I felt the cold grip of Death’s hand against my throat, choking on to it as I struggled like an animal, desperate to get out. I yelled, cried— screamed. Every fiber of my being was overcome by panic. “What are you doing?! Let me go! Don’t do this! Don’t do this to me!” My nails dug deep into his flesh, as his left hand swiftly covered my mouth, wrist pressed violently against it as he pinned me up against the wall. Once again I tried to tear away from him, but his body pressed mine against the wall, crushing a few ribs; feet floating in mid air, as he continued to hold me prisoner. “Please!” My cries and sobs muffled by the monster’s arm. “Shhh” He purred softly into my ear, kissing my neck, the rush of adrenaline heightening my senses— I could feel my heart racing, coming up my throat, as I cried inside. The throbbing of the hot blood against each and every single one of my veins, painful.

Death, breathing down my neck. Death, chuckling, laughing— mocking me as I struggled. I don’t want to die. Not yet! Please! Jan! Eric! Please! Help me! Someone, help me! I bit the wrist that prevented me from calling out for help, tearing at the preternatural flesh, and out streamed the life out of him, into my self. A heated wave of poisoned blood. The fiend roared with laughter. He lived for this! The struggle, the rush, the helplessness of his victim. Yes, his victim. Nothing more than his victim. A toy. A Source of entertainment. A feast. A disposable object. Moving on.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I lost consciousness. A violent shocked passed through me, and a sudden paralysis took over. I could no longer move. My body, a mass of dead weight. A rag doll. A puppet. I couldn't fight my assailant anymore. I hadn't the strength. I felt my eyes slowly roll to the back of my head, as I drifted into a a half-conscious state. From then on, everything ran in slow motion. Two sharp daggers pierced at my throat, sending one last wave of unbearable suffering though every square inch of my body. I felt the life drawn out of me gulp after gulp. Flashes of blurred images rushed before my eyes like an old film playing backwards. A dream. An illusion. My life flashing before my eyes as it was slowly drawn out of me— drawn out into oblivion.

I could not breathe, only swallow. Swallow the blood in hopes for a single breath; in hopes of one last breath. What a miserable way to die. I’d lost all control over my body. Mind blurred, senses numbed. I tried gasping for air. I was choking, and my lungs were filling up with the poison I couldn't cease to drink. A toxic substitute for oxygen. All I managed to take in was his blood. His blood. His life. His death. Drink from me, and live forever... Soon, there wasn’t the slightest bit of a struggle left in me. No more resistance. No more grief. Just a tingling sensation; an overwhelming flash of warmth flowing down my spine, enveloping my limp body. Peace. Tranquility. Silence. Understanding. For once put out thy light... one cannot give it vital breath again. I was already dead.