"If you don't hold still, it's going to be painful for you, little kitten..." Ashton whispered almost tenderly in my ear and I froze in fear.

I whimpered. Warm blood ran down my shoulder in a trickle. After he let go of me, I gasped for air.

He wiped the blood from his mouth in disgust: "I hate it when they taste like fear..."

"Mmmmh... I don't understand you in that respect, brother. That's exactly the aroma I love the most..." Blake growled throatily, pulling on my hair and turning my head so that I had to look him straight in the eyes.

Into his deep black, frightening eyes.

His smile was devilish, his fangs bared and gleaming dangerously in the light.

"Please..." I begged him desperately, tears streaming down my cheeks.

But his smile only grew wider.

He clearly enjoyed my moment of helplessness and despair.

"Scream for me, Cindy..." he whispered softly.