draining him until his heart stopped.
He heard a moan from behind him. Gina!
He leapt to his feel and raced to her. Falling to his knees at her side, he pulled her into his arms. She was pale. Deathly pale. The arrow had caught her in the chest and she was bleeding profusely. He could hear her heart rate weakening by the second.
"Lance?" she whispered, her hand reached out to touch his face but she was too weak.
Her hand dropped limp into his lap.
"Oh God Gina, oh God!" he stroked her hair from her face. Her chest as covered in blood. It flowed out quickly from around the arrow. Not certain he was doing the right thing but knowing he had to do something, he took hold of the arrow.
"I'm so sorry honey," he took a deep breath before cautioning, "This is going to hurt."
She nodded, closing her eyes.
In a quick, swift motion he dislodged the arrow from her chest leaving a large gaping hole in its place. He pulled his shirt off over his head and held it tight to her chest, applying pressure to the wound.
"I love you Lance," she coughed, as blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth. "I'm so sorry."
"I love you Gina," he bent down, kissing her on the forehead. She was so cold. The sweet heat of her body draining fast. Her words kept repeating themselves in his head.
She loved him.
"I don't want to die, Lance. Not now. I need to be with you," a single tear trickled from the corner of her left eye. She coughed again. More blood.
"Gina? What?" she had passed out, but she was still alive, but barely. It would only be the matter of seconds before she would be gone. Lost to him, forever. His mind was whirling. What did she mean? She was a hunter, sworn to kill his kind. Could she possibly be asking him to-to turn her?
Time was running out and so he made the most important decision of her life for her.
****
Gina opened her eyes. She felt strong. She felt powerful. And fuck was she ever hungry ! It was a hunger unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life. A savage hunger deep within her that consumed both her body and mind. She imagined she felt like someone would after being off cocaine for a couple of days.
Sitting up she looked around. She was sitting on Lance's bed, looking down she noticed she was completely naked. There was a small, barely noticeable scar on her chest.
Sudden flashbacks came rushing to her. She had gotten to Lance's house to see there were already a couple of hunters there preparing to kill him. The first had fired, missed. Lance had gotten up and attacked the first hunter. A second hunter fired a shot at him, but the second one didn't reach Lance, instead it went through her chest.
She had died. Cradled in his arms.
She told him she loved him and he told her the same.
Where is he?
Hungry-so-hungry
Then there he was, standing in the doorway of the bedroom holding a glass of red liquid.
He crossed the room and sat on the bed handing the glass to her. "Drink up, you'll feel better once you do."
The liquid smelt so, so good. She took it quickly and drank as if she were a man trapped in a desert without water for a week. It helped, but the hunger still lingered, she wanted more.
"Thank you."
"How are you feeling?" he held the side of her face with his hand, his thumb stroking her cheek as he looked deeply into her eyes.
"Good. Hungry," but more than that. The feel of his hand on her cheek was sending electric jolts of pleasure through her. Her hunger for food, quickly being replaced for something entirely different. Her desire for him, multiplied several times over now. All of her senses seemed to be heightened.
He chuckled, knowing exactly what she was longing for. "We need to talk for a moment. Then," he smiled that wickedly sexy smile that turned her knees to jell-o.
"You turned me," she stated.
"I. Reacted on impulse. I'm sorry. I hope this is what you wanted," despite the smile genuine concern was lurking him is eyes.
She leaned forward until her forehead was touching his
He heard a moan from behind him. Gina!
He leapt to his feel and raced to her. Falling to his knees at her side, he pulled her into his arms. She was pale. Deathly pale. The arrow had caught her in the chest and she was bleeding profusely. He could hear her heart rate weakening by the second.
"Lance?" she whispered, her hand reached out to touch his face but she was too weak.
Her hand dropped limp into his lap.
"Oh God Gina, oh God!" he stroked her hair from her face. Her chest as covered in blood. It flowed out quickly from around the arrow. Not certain he was doing the right thing but knowing he had to do something, he took hold of the arrow.
"I'm so sorry honey," he took a deep breath before cautioning, "This is going to hurt."
She nodded, closing her eyes.
In a quick, swift motion he dislodged the arrow from her chest leaving a large gaping hole in its place. He pulled his shirt off over his head and held it tight to her chest, applying pressure to the wound.
"I love you Lance," she coughed, as blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth. "I'm so sorry."
"I love you Gina," he bent down, kissing her on the forehead. She was so cold. The sweet heat of her body draining fast. Her words kept repeating themselves in his head.
She loved him.
"I don't want to die, Lance. Not now. I need to be with you," a single tear trickled from the corner of her left eye. She coughed again. More blood.
"Gina? What?" she had passed out, but she was still alive, but barely. It would only be the matter of seconds before she would be gone. Lost to him, forever. His mind was whirling. What did she mean? She was a hunter, sworn to kill his kind. Could she possibly be asking him to-to turn her?
Time was running out and so he made the most important decision of her life for her.
****
Gina opened her eyes. She felt strong. She felt powerful. And fuck was she ever hungry ! It was a hunger unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life. A savage hunger deep within her that consumed both her body and mind. She imagined she felt like someone would after being off cocaine for a couple of days.
Sitting up she looked around. She was sitting on Lance's bed, looking down she noticed she was completely naked. There was a small, barely noticeable scar on her chest.
Sudden flashbacks came rushing to her. She had gotten to Lance's house to see there were already a couple of hunters there preparing to kill him. The first had fired, missed. Lance had gotten up and attacked the first hunter. A second hunter fired a shot at him, but the second one didn't reach Lance, instead it went through her chest.
She had died. Cradled in his arms.
She told him she loved him and he told her the same.
Where is he?
Hungry-so-hungry
Then there he was, standing in the doorway of the bedroom holding a glass of red liquid.
He crossed the room and sat on the bed handing the glass to her. "Drink up, you'll feel better once you do."
The liquid smelt so, so good. She took it quickly and drank as if she were a man trapped in a desert without water for a week. It helped, but the hunger still lingered, she wanted more.
"Thank you."
"How are you feeling?" he held the side of her face with his hand, his thumb stroking her cheek as he looked deeply into her eyes.
"Good. Hungry," but more than that. The feel of his hand on her cheek was sending electric jolts of pleasure through her. Her hunger for food, quickly being replaced for something entirely different. Her desire for him, multiplied several times over now. All of her senses seemed to be heightened.
He chuckled, knowing exactly what she was longing for. "We need to talk for a moment. Then," he smiled that wickedly sexy smile that turned her knees to jell-o.
"You turned me," she stated.
"I. Reacted on impulse. I'm sorry. I hope this is what you wanted," despite the smile genuine concern was lurking him is eyes.
She leaned forward until her forehead was touching his
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