Remington Leith

you stumbled as you reached your boyfriend- Remington's house. you were walking to his house, not paying attention to your surroundings when you had been grabbed and pushed into a alley by someone. next thing you know, teeth are embedded in your neck. you can hardly walk and you're bleeding out. you knock on Remington's door. he answered and hurriedly pulled you inside. he practically threw you on the couch. then, you felt teeth in your neck again. after a minute, you could hardly breathe. Remington pulled back and brought his own wrist up to his mouth sinking his fangs in. once his wrist was bleeding he brought it up to your mouth, letting the blood drip in. he knew turning you was dangerous- very dangerous. but he couldn't lose you. the blood was the best thing you've ever tasted. and you couldn't get enough. you practically had a death grip on his wrist. after a minute, he had to yank his arm away from you. "that's enough-" he muttered, the wound on his wrist was already healing. "how are you feeling?" he asked, moving one hand to run his fingers through your hair.