The Pact

His nickname ilicited the response she was looking for. Though, his grip fell just shy of the mark she needed him to hit. The muscles in her neck were already clenched so tightly around his hold. Sephiran’s fangs had to be so close to the fatal injury she craved. Unfortunately, the girl was simply paralyzed in his grasp, though if she could just wiggle enough to nick the vessel of life, there would be nothing that could be done. Bleeding out seemed like a fairly decent way to go. From what she knew, the individual just felt weaker and weaker until they lost consciousness. It had to have been like falling asleep. Alas, the weight of his body kept her fixed in place. That, matched with the loss of blood and restricted oxygen … her vision had begun folding in around her. She was vaguely aware of her head being bashed into the ground again- though it didn’t hurt so bad anymore. She couldn’t really feel much of anything.

Aurelia’s eyes dimmed, as they fell into a narrowed half-closed state. Not totally unconsciousness, but nowhere near present either. She felt numb, her limbs tingled with phantom sensation. Or maybe it was real. Maybe she died after all. She simply could not tell.
- exit via fade -

"Aurelia Veratti"