<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg533802#msg533802">Quote from: Bliss on 24-02-2008, 21:41:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The snow and ice on the street made it so that she barely heard the slide of tires on pavement as the car skidded to a halt. Her head twisted to one side, shielding her eyes from the glittering spray of snow, ice, and shattered glass.<br/><br/>The cold took her breath away, as did the sudden weight of him against her, on her lap, and she was coughing as she jammed the muzzle of her gun into the base of his ribs and growled through the chilling realization of what he'd done, "GET. OFF."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Oh, I'll get off!" the creaute snarled. The gun to his ribs didn't even slow him down as he grabbed her shoulders and without ceremony sunk his fangs into her neck. A sharp pain, followed by a feeling of...bliss mixed with mortal terror, it was unclear wich feeling was the dominant one.