After giving in to him, he took her to an inn and rented a room. The whole time, treating her with such gentle care, she couldn't help but to trust him. She was naive, and when he told her he would end her suffering, she believed him. She never thought of the consequences of eternal life, of the taking of life. All she knew was she didn't want the life she had. She was willing to do anything to rid herself of her present existence. She was willing to give her life over to him.
He walked her up to their room, his arm never leaving her waist, his cold body penetrating through her thin and worn clothing. She shivered and pulled closer to him, though he only made her shiver more. His cold body seemed to suck the warmth right out of her. They walked into the room together and he motioned for her to sit on the bed. She did so, still quivering half from fear and half from the cold. She sat on the bed as he stood there admiring her. His eyes wandered up and down her hungrily, his tongue running over his lips and fangs as his eyes fix upon her neck. A vein throbbing in her neck held his eyes captive and he began to move closer to her. She saw the way he was looking at her and it only added to her uneasiness. His eyes seemed to looked right through her, seemed to pierce her skin with passion. His face was now inches away from hers, and his eyes were staring straight into hers, straight through to her soul. In a flash his lips were a hair's diameter away from her ear and he whispered,” Don’t be afraid, love" in a voice so soft yet strong, so quiet but so piercing. Piercing like his eyes, piercing like the cold of his skin against hers, piercing like his fangs would be, sinking into her soft flesh. She tried to pull back, but he was to quick. He knew her every move before she had even began to move. His clammy hand quickly and firmly, yet so gently, grabbed her neck, "You're not going anywhere, my dear." he said, this time not so softly. He kept his grip on her neck as he kissed her, in a way she had never experienced before. His kiss was so deep, that she lost herself there and gave herself over to him completely. His hand moved down from her neck to her back, met by the other hand to untie the laces on the back of her shabby dress. Once untied, he pulled it off of her in one swift motion and looked over her perfectly former naked body, reveling in it. He pulled her into his lap, she now was like a rag doll, completely entranced by his kiss. He bent his head down kissing her breast softly, awakening her from the trance as she leans her head back in passion. A small moan escapes from her lips as his cold lips surround her nipple. He kissed up her chest to her neck hungrily, that animal like lust had been awakened in him, and he was out for her blood. His lips caressed her neck for a moment, finding the exact location of that one vein. One hand firmly grasping the other side of her neck. His fangs finally sink into her living flesh. A gasp from her lips is the only sound other than the faint noise of him sucking on her neck. In his mind her heart beat echoed, loud at first, then gradually growing weaker and more faint. She was in a state of ecstasy. The severe mixture of pain and pleasure was like nothing she had ever felt before. He forced his fangs out of her neck and sank them into her breast, this causing another gasp of pleasure and pain from her. His tongue massaged her nipple as he sucked the remainder of her life from her. He did this to distract her from the pain, and it worked. She felt her heart slowing, but she didn't feel the pain of death. As he hears her heart beat come right to the point of death, he pulls his fangs out and teats his wrist open with his own fangs, and shoves it into her mouth, uttering only one exasperated word, "Drink." She did as he said and sucked on his bleeding wrist. His rich blood flowing in her mouth, she felt herself change into something completely not like her former self. Her heart began to pump again with the vampiric blood and her eyes opened with new sight. A hunger and lust was awakened in her and she refused to let go of his wrist. "That's enough, love." he said, a bit irritated, his teeth slightly clenched, but she would not release him. Once more, this time more of a growl, "I said that's enough!" Her eye darted up to his with a defiant look and she continued drinking. He pulled his wrist away and sat looking at her laughing, rubbing his wrist as the wounds healed. "Aren't you a feisty one." She licked her lips and newly formed fangs and said not a word.