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I awoke to the darkness around me. For a moment, I forgot that I was in the coffin. I punched and kicked at the lid to no avail. I felt trapped and going insane because of it. Cristian warned me what to expect. The cramping of my stomach reminded me of how much I needed blood. My stomach screamed in pain; feeling the animal need ripple through my body.“Let me out!” I screamed. I knew I was in a coffin because of the velvet lining, but where?  I thought I could open the coffin by pounding the lid with my hands and fists, but I was too weak. I studied the lid and noticed the nails that welded the lid securely to the case.When I hit the lid, the bolts moved outward a little more each time. I pounded and pounded until the lid popped off with a large crash to the floor. Regaining a little bit of my strength, I pulled myself out of the coffin and slithered onto the floor. The walls of the room were bare, clear of pictures and paint. I rubbed my hand across the cold wall, feeling for any sign of life on the other side. It was concrete–dull, gray concrete. What was this place of pain?My stomach knotted inside from either the hunger or the change. I doubled over to help alleviate the pain, but it only grew as I sobbed. “Please, let me out, or kill me now.”“You know I can’t do that, love,” Cristian sighed.“No! You can’t keep me here.” I pounded more and slid to the ground. My fingers found the crack underneath the door. I grabbed the bottom of the door with my hands and shook as hard as I could. The door rattled but didn't budge. My inhuman strength was gone.“Please!”I waited for his response and leaned against the door while he ignored me. In a deep sultry growl, I begged him to let me go. “Cristian, I will do anything you ask. Please help me.” I pressed my body against the door hoping that he could sense the need.“Anything,” I growled in a deep voice I had never heard from myself.“No.” He was firm.“I need you, love.” I mimicked his voice which now irritated me to no end.“No.”I bit into my own wrist hoping for at least even the tiniest bit of blood. All it offered was one tiny drop, enticing my hunger even more. My skin felt as dry as paper. I couldn't even feel my own heartbeat, but his was loud to my ears.“Come in here and love me,” I purred. Signals from my body invaded his mind. I felt his resistance through the door.  “I can feel you, Cristian. You need me.”“No.”“You, bastard! I hate you!” I fell to my knees and sobbed dry tears for what seemed hours. I cried until I fell asleep.
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I am not sure how long I slept, but I awoke in a fetal position. My eyes would not open, but I was able to see through my eyelids. It was horrible. The hunger was no longer in my belly, but it ached in my muscles and in my veins. My heart dry heaved every pulse until it couldn't pump any longer. I was dying, or at least I thought so. I felt drugged as if my senses and limbs were numb, but I was still coherent enough to hear the world around me.The door finally opened. Cristian peeked in and stared at me on the floor. I felt the streaks of hot tears on my face. His forehead furrowed and his frown was the saddest I have ever seen. He was crying for my pain.Rage poured out of my empty veins. I felt that he fed recently and it angered me! I smelt the blood on his breath. I felt his pulse thudding against my skin as he picked me up. I sensed the very essence of fresh blood invading his corridors.Drink me! It called to me, beckoning to me. Take me!“Fuck you!” I screamed at him.I wanted to lash out and hit him. I wanted to scratch out his eyes and drink from the sockets. For a moment, I hated him. My head screamed and I was going insane. I knew he felt my need, my hate, and my anger. I could feel the pain I caused him, and deep inside, I regretted it.He carefully picked up my wilted body from the floor. With my head on his chest, his heartbeat pounded on my temples. Help me! My mind cried in pain.Soon love. He spoke to me in my head. He couldn't