“Marl, you’re really pissing me off,” I whispered threateningly.
He pulled my hair back and kissed my neck. I could feel his fangs even through his unbelievably soft lips.
“You know you love me.” He smiled against my skin.
I whirled around and saw his eyes were filmy red. He was so hungry he had made the scene invisible and soundless to everyone on the car.
Morgan stopped thrashing and swearing once he saw the vacant look on all the other fellow passengers and the lust of hunger in Marl’s crimson eyes.
My mouth went dry.
“My sweet, tell me,” he took my hand, “does he taste good?”
I didn’t know what to say. Marl had always had a taste for music crazed people and, me.
“Not him,” I said.
Marl stopped cold and I tugged at our hands, pulling him back towards me.
“What?”
I prayed Morgan wouldn’t say anything.
“He tastes like garbage, such a dissapointment. You don’t want him.”
Marl was too smart though, he said, “He knows too much and I’m damn thristy. Besides, he’s such a pretty red fountain.”