<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg534254#msg534254">Quote from: Swedish Steel on 25-02-2008, 15:10:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"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.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Her mouth dropped open in what most women would likely have been a scream, her eyes going wide and blinking as the feeling of mixed delight-and terror washed over her - along with the realization that he was biting her.<br/><br/>BITING. HER.<br/><br/>Without warning her stiff finger squeezed on the trigger, to unload the gun at an upward angle through his middle as he sat on her, snow filtering in through the shattered window.