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single hoarse word: “… helllppp …”
    David didn’t bother responding. She was beyond help. He made a snorting sound deep in his throat as he continued to stare at her neck. He licked his lips and yanked at the chains binding his wrists. There was a scrape of iron against stone as one of the bracket bolts gave way another infinitesimal amount. He could feel her heart beating and savored the way it sped up as she sensed his hunger.
    She shook her head weakly. “ Nooooooo …”
    The part of him that was still human, some withering remnant of his conscience, was repulsed by the thoughts swirling in his head. But this voice of dissent was no match for his deepening hunger. If he could get to this woman, he would kill her without hesitation and drink every last sweet drop of her blood. He yanked at the chains again, this time putting more strength into the effort than ever. Shiny tears were spilling down the woman’s gaunt cheeks. Her terror excited him, added fuel to his exertions. He bellowed his rage and yanked mightily at the chains again and again. But he soon realized there was a limit to how far he could pull the bolts out of the stone. They were anchored pretty effectively, despite the slight amount of give he’d initially experienced.
    He opened his mouth wide and screamed out his frustration until his lungs were burning.
    And then he screamed some more.
    He only stopped screaming when he sensed something rushing toward him from below. He glanced down and saw a sleek, pale shape coming straight at him. It was her. It could only be her. She was coming to punish him in some new way, to maybe rip out his throat to silence his screams. He realized he was wrong an instant later. The sleek white blur solidified as it alighted upon the emaciated woman to his left, hanging onto the bound hag as easily as a bird grips a tree branch. He had been right. It was the vampire. She held his gaze for a moment, a ghoulish grin etched across the pale, angular planes of her beautiful face.
    David shook his head. “No. No. She’s mine.”
    The vampire laughed, but said nothing.
    She raked the nails of her left hand down the front of the gray-skinned woman’s torso, opening five angled horizontal gashes from just above her right breast down to her waist. Dark blood leaked from the rents in her flesh. The vampire dipped her fingers in the blood. Thick globs of crimson dripped from her fingertips as she raised her hand to her mouth. David’s heart shot into overdrive as he watched her slowly lick the blood from her fingers. He was already painfully aroused, so there was no need to overtly sexualize the blood-drinking, but she did so anyway, drawing the full length of each finger slowly in and out of her mouth, groaning and curling her lips in a parody of fellatio. David moaned and bucked against the chains binding him to the wall. He cried out and strained toward her with all his might, but both the vampire and the bleeding woman remained frustratingly out of reach.
    The vampire laughed.
    Then she let go of the gray-skinned woman and fell away from her, speeding back to the blood-stained ground far below. David watched her sleek form slice through the air, knowing she’d land as lightly and easily as she’d alighted upon the bound woman. He wondered if he could do the same thing. It wasn’t something he sensed innately, the way he knew he’d recover from most any grievous injury. His brow furrowed as he gave it deeper consideration. He was a new vampire, but she’d been this way a very long time, centuries, perhaps even longer. Maybe the flying thing was an ability he could develop over time. Being bound, however, flight experimentation wasn’t an option anyway, so his attention soon shifted back to the bleeding woman.
    Her glassy eyes stared at him, bespeaking a silent, anguished plea.
    Help me…help me…
    He didn’t care about helping her. The realization should have disturbed him, but it did not. He understood now the