B2 036 - In All Forms and Colors

LUCAN.

"No! No! I’m sorry! Patrea! I said I’m sorry." I watched as black veins crawled on the skin of her neck, starting from where the bite was, and watched in terror as she choked in front of me.

I didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t breathe.

The pain in my chest was killing me, and I just wanted to succumb to it, but I couldn’t just let Patrea go.

Her eyes fluttered before they shut, and