Her eyes leaked despair as she stared at him. Spluttering. One hand clutched her throat, the other outstretched for her ‘love’. She lay on the bed, red spreading like a virus from her neck. He turned to look at the scene, before disappearing through the door.
That time was not as bad as the first. He did, however, care very much for this woman. They just weren’t meant to be. He needed to stick to his own kind. He needed to leave this lifestyle behind.