Book 4, Illumination

Zeke gasped in pain as the fangs sunk in. He was parylized .Unable to move.
Zeke felt he was loosing himself... He had no strength.
"Die."
He managed to whisper... Barely.
He looked pale, the blood draining from his face, his heart beating faster.

Nikki immediately stopped and sat up. She looked at Zeke, eyes glossy. Her eyes were engulfed in silver, blood on her fangs. "I wish I could." She said in a soft whisper. She got out a knife and looked at it, then Zeke.
There was still blood in him, though she didn't drink the rest, sure of the consiquences. She gave a slightly sorry look. "You may be one of the worst people I have met, though I am still sorry." She shook her head slowly, sitting next to Zeke, "Some people say things to get people angry . . . Some just," she sighed, "Are misunderstood." She shrugged, "I don't know which you are, though I shouldn't be the kind of person doing this.
She set the knife down, "Would you like to speak? If yes, tap the ground, if no, close your mouth." She had covered the wholes on the side of Zeke's neck, slightly sparing him for the moment. Her eyes were filled with saddness, yet craved for more blood.

Aly grinned.
"That's a shame! I was going to ask one of you out."

Newt and Charlie simotaniously rolled their eyes together.
"Bisexual means both ways."
Charlie said.
Newt pointed at Charlie.
"Why would you want to go out with a CHILD?!"
Charlie pointed at Newt.
"Why would you want to go out with a guy who could be killed at anytime?!"
Newt growled slightly.
"Thanks Charlie."
He hissed.
Charlie shrugged, grinning.
"No problem!"

Meanwhile.

Zeke narrowed his eyes, feeling lightly dizzy. everything was slightly blurry but he heard her clearly, the knife shining in his eyes. He had no chance of escaping so he might as well say something short, snappy and to the point.
He didn't bother to tap the floor. With the little strength left in him he spat to the floor.
"Bitch.I...Be... Misunderstood.I would kill you.. You leave me.. Barely enough blood...I'd kill them."
He whispered..Or rather hissed, hands on the floor, on his hands and knees.

New book. Book 5, Forget Myself.