BloodLust - Twilight

"Hey, I had a really nice night with you. Would you want to grab a room with me?" The brown-haired man looks Amy up and down, like a predator sizing up it's prey to gorge itself later.

She stands outside the modest motel room, arms crossed. "I do already have this one booked." She dangles the key in front of him.

"Perfect. May I come in?" He looks hesitant to make a move to step inside.

Thinking he's just a gentleman, just this once, she nods. "Sure." She slides the key in and steps inside behind him, firmly locking the door. The deadbolt clicks and he's on her immediately without any warning, lips on lips, skin on skin. Her clothes hit the floor and he kisses down her throat. "Look, dude, I invited you in for a makeout session, not a hookup." She pushes on his chest. "I'm serious, dude. Rape is illegal." She pushes again and again, but he doesn't budge.

"Wrong move." He pins her hands against the headboard, growls and goes for her throat, ripping and tearing through her flesh.

"Ahh!" She gets out in a gurgled scream, choking on her own blood.

"Shut the fuck up, dumb bitch." He shoves a hand over her mouth, slowly draining the life from her. He stands and wipes his mouth, cuts his wrist and presses it against her lips. "Drink or you will die." She presses her lips together with what strength she has left. "I said, drink. You don't want to die just yet."

"W-w-why?" Through blurry vision, she looks up to see his wrist covered in blood and dripping down through her lips in a steady stream. Without another word, she latches onto him and drinks.

"Good girl. You will be a perfect addition to my army." He pats her head until her eyes close and everything fades to black.