Jamie moved but not fast enough. The ashtray clipped the side of his head, drawing blood. He snarled, his face no longer the handsome facade, but all vampire. He dived across the bed towards Charlene, grabbing her by the throat and pushing her off the back of the bed. He found his feet on the other side, never missing a step. He slammed her against the wall, lifting her feet high off the floor. When they were eye to eye, he grinned evilly.<br/><br/><strong>"That's going to cost you... now <em>shut up</em>!"</strong>he spat the last. He hadn't been caught off guard for a long time. He didn't much like it.