The girl stepped towards me. Her movements were smooth, like a snake. I had an idle thought: when she struck, would I be poisoned?
Her already sharp teeth had elongated into unmistakable fangs. She bared them in a pleasant smile.
"I am sorry about this. But need is need, and I take what I get. I wish I could promise that it wouldn't hurt."
I turned. I tore my lips open against the invisible force holding them closed. Displaced air brushed the back of my neck, and I sensed her above me as she leapt.
I didn't even have time to scream before she struck. Everything went as dark as the starless velvet sky, and then the pain came.
That was the night I died. And yet it was the night that I really began living. The night my life changed forever.