The Beast And The Blessed
I had never seen a picture of a vampire bite, but even from the stories of the way the venom tortured the victims, I didn't picture it to look like this.
The bite mark was on Damien's right shoulder blade, the skin around it purple and raised. His veins stuck out prominently where the discoloration faded, pulsing like black snakes beneath his skin.
His arms were raised, holding himself up against the wall with his head hanging forward under the spray.
My mouth opened, and I couldn't find the words, but Paxton beat me to it. "That looks gnarly, man."
Damien's head whipped around quickly, his bloodshot eyes widening as they landed on me. "Charlotte."