The black spot stood up from the ground and the fog slightly faded revealing its appearance. It was John who rushed to lift Rose from the ground with all the energies he had left in his body and then try to open the door as fast as he could, his hand was shaky and he was panting for the fatigue and pain but he kept strong. The door finally budged and John dragged her body inside and closed the door behind him.

With one more effort, he lifted her body and walked toward the sofa to lay her there so that he could try to heal her wound.

Blood kept coming out of his chest, he was plowing through, at each step he took his energy lowered down a bit. He never felt that worn out, he finally approached the kitchen and grabbed the glass of wine to drink from it, one more glass he drunk up in few seconds. Sipping from it like water in the desert, but he didn't felt better. The wine oddly enough wasn't healing him nor making it feel better. Which made his condition even more worrying.

His energy wasn't coming back and his wound kept bleeding.

John felt even more tired, the pain and the weakness of his body wasn't typical of a vampire indeed he was losing all his powers and his overdeveloped strength and capabilities only to turn back into a human thus would only mean one thing. A brutal painful death.

John didn't have any intention to give up on death, as he knew his death would drag with him Roselyn's death too. He hastily searched in the fridge and grabbed one more bottle to drink more animal blood mixed with wine but again, the wound didn't heal one bit. It was too severe to allow his body to recover with only animal blood.

John knew what his last chance was, he had a desperate need of human blood. That idea was what he would use as a last resort. His mind drifted to think about Roselyn as he could scent her blood like a call of the most addictive substance in the world but he was hesitant whether to feed on her or not.

John felt like he was starving for days and like what a normal human with an empty stomach in front of a banquet full of delicious dishes would do he was afraid he would end up feeding on her so merely to lose control and eventually end killing her.

Despite his concern, he didn't seem to have any other option, it was either risking her life by biting her or having the certainty to die and let her die as well for not having healed her.

He walked toward her in a slow walk as it was difficult to keep his balance when his head was spinning and his vision was so unclear and blurred. His ears were ringing, he growled mentally scolding himself for being that weak.

When he finally reached Roselyn he kneeled to glance at her wound, it was so deep that he could almost see her bone through it. Only the smell of blood gave him a sudden burst of energy and he inhaled that scent trying to use the energies he earned from the scent to control his senses.

John licked the blood around the wound, as he swallowed down drips of blood he could feel the blood's taste like a burst of energy that made his blood speed inside his veins and his heart regain some beats. His eyes slightly reassumed their usual spark yet there were still dark and their usual redness didn't revive.

A fraction of a second after his fangs dipped inside her wound making Roselyn jolt as she awakened and screamed in pain when she felt the excruciating pain.

She gazed down and when she saw John tears of commotion filled her eyes and a painful smile curved her lips, "John." she murmured clenching her fists to bear the pain.

He aspired more blood and the taste was heavenly, he closed his eyes to sink in all the pleasure and the burst of energy he received. He could feel his organs being revived and his wound healing itself as his body began to function more properly.

Now he had to depart, Roselyn already lost so much blood and if he drained more blood to her he could risk killing her. His eyes turned off their usual redness and he commanded himself to depart, but his body was opposed to his mind, the taste was so exquisite and his organs were so addicted to it that he could feel it in all his body and it was so hard to pull away from that sensation.

John clenched his fists, maybe provoking some pain would help him to come to his senses and depart but the effort turned out to be as in vain. The taste of blood had inebriated his senses so much that he was completely addicted and he lost full control of his mind which wasn't listening to his orders and wouldn't let him move an inch to depart and free Roselyn from his bite.

Roselyn's heartbeat slowed down, pain was soaking her. All of a sudden she felt even more worn out of energies and visions of her life began to appear and pass through at her sigh. It was like she was living again her memories, but only her positive joyful ones.

In the trace she was in she could see herself as a child making cakes with her mom, playing with her sisters, and making up fairytales before going to sleep. The memories were so vivid she thought for a second they were real.

Until the sound of a female's voice woke her up, "Roselyn..." she couldn't recognize the sound but all she could say was that suave voice sounded like a lullaby.

She gave up to that sweet melody as more memories kept passing through her eyes and pain faded away overwhelming her and welcoming her in a new dimension, where the pain had stopped and she felt so relaxed that her eyelids were heavy and she blinked few times before shutting her eyes.. Her hand that was gripping over her knee to bear the pain dropped down the edges of the sofas.