Charles let his body sink against the bookcase and allowed the other man to hold him up a bit. He felt weak, and exhausted. His eyelashes closed a bit, and he viewed the world through half veiled lashes. The man at his throat paused and moved to look at Charles. Charles looked back, his body a picture of post-orgasmic languor. A smile formed on Charles lips, and it was one of the most precious smiles of his life. Unbeknownst to him, it would also be his last.

The face gazing into Charles’ face was smiling also, and two sharp bloodstained fangs glistened menacingly in Charles’ view. Charles panicked, his heart thudding against his chest. He twisted trying to escape, but the man who had inspired his orgasm was strong, so much stronger than Charles could ever hope to be.

And the man holding Charles was hungry. His desires would be sated with Charles’ body, but Charles would not survive the encounter. Within moments, it was all over, the most interesting aspect of Charles’ life would be one never shared with the world.