"She is satisfied at the moment.
Better to hide in the bathroom until I heal."
The blood, so rich and red and iron scented, flows like runny pudding from my neck wounds.
She bit into me too deeply tonight and the now tainted blood flow will not cease.
I dare not go back into the bedroom in this state of leaky faucet.
She might tear me apart with her bloodlust, again, and that is never a pretty sight!