The stench of the grave settles on my skin as he whispers to me.
A ragged scream locked in my throat as tombstone teeth pierce my flesh.
Agony tears through me, ripping away shards of myself, the spaces filling with cold, dark energy. Hunger awakens like a ravening beast craving the hot metallic taste of blood.
Torn, bloody lips descend, breathing power and death into me. My body spasms, fighting the call, spine bowing, straining, so close to snapping.....
Blood, slipping between my lips, coating my tongue, trickling down my throat, unlocking the scream that's been fighting to be heard.
Quiet now. Stillness. Hunger sated.