Sensual Gabe, my inner voice cheered
My heart beat faster, keeping time with his.
"Snow," he murmured, foraging a trail of hot kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and to my collarbone. My lips found his neck, and I kissed him. Once. Twice. He smelled like sweat, soap, and more. The scent of his blood. It sang to me. I kissed him again, directly on the quick beating pulse. An unquenchable ache slammed into me.
"Yes," his voice pleaded. Urgent. Needy.
He wanted me to bite him. I sensed it. He wasn't being subtle either as he pressed his neck into my lips.
It seemed fitting that Gabe should be my first.
My canines grew, and I sank them into his flesh. He shuddered.
The first taste of his blood was something I'll never forget. Like lust and love combined. A heady combination.
All my life I struggled with food, and settled on strictly vegetarian, but in that moment-the instant I tasted Gabe's blood-I knew I'd never crave anything else ever again. It was exactness, precision, completeness. And I couldn't get enough.
I sucked harder, yanking his neck closer. The more I drank the more I needed...
"Snow! Stop!" Professor Pops' voice sounded far away. He tried to force me off Gabe, but I was stronger. Faster. I withdrew my fangs momentarily, and sat up, sending the palm of my hand smashing into Professor Pops' sternum. He let out a grunt as he smacked against the wall with a crack.
There were others in the room. From the edges of my blood-filled vision I heard their cries of concern.
"I told you something like this would happen."
"We shouldn't have left her alone."
I closed my eyes to clear my head. Who were they talking about? It couldn't be me.
Someone gently pulled me off Gabe. I opened my eyes, and saw Dorian's concerned face.
"Snow. Can you hear me?" he asked.
"What happened? Gabe and I were training and..." I followed Dorian's gaze. On the floor lay Gabe, his body twisted at an unusual angle; part of his neck gaped opened. He was covered in blood. So were my hands.
My body began to shake. Not Gabe. No! "Is he-?" I couldn't finish. Please, no. "Tell me," I shouted.
No one moved.
An unbearable agony crawled up my stomach, into my chest, and settled in my throat. I screamed, the sound unearthly. Most of the brother's and Professor Pops covered their ears. But I couldn't stop.
"Snow." Dorian sounded more pained than he looked, and he looked completely broken. I pulled out of his grasp.
Gabe is dead. Gabe is dead. I... killed Gabe.
You're one of them now, my inner voice spat.
The brothers, and Professor Pops regarded me like I was an untamed animal-a monster.
The scream in my throat grew louder, and I bolted. As I went through the Museum of the Supernatural, the glass cases shattered. I stumbled up the stairs, through the front door.
Windows broke.
Glass fell like rain.
Still I couldn't stop.
I ran.