Becoming a Vampire

"Take. Feed on my blood," the vampire Peterson said first to Ella, his voice laced with anticipation, as he crunched down and placed his arm, which he had bitten and was flowing with blood, close to her mouth.

Ella, who had lost so much blood and was on the brink of death, struggled to open her mouth, but managed to part her lips slightly, allowing drops of Peterson's blood to land on her tongue.

She gasped as the first drop of blood touched her tongue, feeling the metallic taste spread and invigorate her senses. A few more drops landed on her tongue, coating it and trickling down her throat.

The pure metallic taste of blood was both refreshing and exhilarating to Ella. In a matter of seconds, she could feel her life force surging back into her body. However, the single drop was not enough to satisfy her newfound hunger. She craved more, longing for the blood straight from the source. Determinedly, she held Peterson's arm and began sucking forcefully, filling her mouth with his bloo