Lifeblood

Blood dripping from the knife
sliding down her soft, pale skin
His tongue laps at her tender flesh
Tracing the slashes to her skin
Breathing in her lifeblood, her essence
She squirms and wriggles in her bonds,
Growing ever weaker as he feasts upon her
Finally, that moment
Between life and death,
When all hangs in the balance.
A sharp poke in her arm, then a cool feeling.
Blood slowly drips into her body,
giving her new life.
He whispers in her ear -
Rest well love, for I shall hunger for you again soon.