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I was locked, my eyes fixed with Christian's. It seemed he was more intrigued with me than I was with him. He appeared to be maybe one or two years older than I was, how handsome he was, if it wasn't for those fangs, surely he could have been an angel. His ocean blue eyes filled with regret, sorrow, blinking back the pain he felt, my tears freely tumbling down my face. Almost as quickly as he had began the older brother stopped, his lips parting from my skin, talking to his little brother.

"Christian it's your time."

I felt Edge's strong grip loosen, his hands gently pushing me forward. I felt weak, but I didn't think I had been drained this much. My legs buckled below me, stumbling into his waiting arms. I gripped desperately onto the sleeves of his white shirt as I fell, drawing us both to our knees landing hard on the forest floor.

His lips replaced his brothers, slowly, gently tasting the redness that dripped from my wound. His arms strongly gripping my back preventing me, from falling. My hands rested almost lifelessly around his neck, each finger twined in those locks of perfect gold. One hope, one last desperate chance, I had to try.

"Please....please, I don't want to die....please save me." My voice hollow, whispering desperately, the forest silent, only his ear hearing my plea.

I must have shocked him, his grip loosening, I felt my body falling lifelessly dipping backwards to land like a dead long to the earth below. Blinking frantically I tried to regain my senses, what was happening to me. I could not move, my limbs frozen waiting for the life to completely drain from me.

Once more I blinked hard, managing to witness the bloodied wrist coming towards my mouth.

I heard the cries of Edge, and the voice of Christian, yet their words made no sense, muffled, distant like ghosts. I did not care, this taste, so strange, powerful, flowing though my body. My mind focusing solely on it, all my power needing to take in this sensation. I drank wildly from Christian's wrist, drawing from him, sucking, desperately trying to take every drop of his redness I could. I needed it, begged for it. Each gulp I swallowed, I felt it gliding down my throat, surging though my body, giving it life, strength, a feeling I could not describe. All I knew was I wanted more of this liquid, better than any wine I had ever tasted.

My eyes slowly closed, capturing the image of this man, this Christian, kneeling over me, his stained wrist pressed against my lips.

It felt as though I was floating, my arm, my left one hanging limp. I could tell we were moving, traveling somewhere, where was I? Where was I being taken? A small moan escaped my bloodless lips. Pain flooded though my body, as though a hundred needles were repeatedly puncturing my skin, stabbing at me, ripping my flesh. I lurched in pain, my body twisting tearing me apart. My eyes wide, not in fear, in madness. I blinked hard several times. Slowly, a hazy world come into view.

I felt my body being lowered from a cradling grip, my feet hitting the ground below. Christian his strong hands gripping me frantically, Edge stood behind me, his rapid breathing filling my ears.

I didn't know what I was doing, my body rejecting my urges to call itself. My body flew around me wildly, screaming like a wild beast. My legs lashed around below me, I felt it collide with the blond that held me. Each breath bent on freedom, surges of madness washing over me. I wriggled, squirming frantically in the hold he had me under. Every muscle tensing up, the blood pumping though my raging veins. My heart thundering inside my chest, an uncontrollable pain, gripping, squeezing at my heart. My body once more lurched wildly around me, muffled screams blurting forth from my mouth, incoherent screams. I could tell my words made no sense to their ears, they made no logic to mine either. Words, mumbling, dribble splurging from my mouth.

Suddenly it hit me, the realization of what I had become, what my Christian had dome to me. I was going mad, my mind spiraling downward into a pit of madness.

End Part 4