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in the trigger guard, there was a soft pop, and he yelped with surprise

and pain as one of the bones snapped.

He fell back, trying to get away, and I seized an ankle, jerked, and

pulled him down. His left fist swung up and slammed into my face, but

with little effect. I managed a weak, backhanded swat and left him

half-stunned. In another second his arms were pinned to the ground and

he was utterly unable to break free. It was easy to hold him still even

though he was built and muscled like a wrestler and outweighed me by a

good eighty pounds. He looked up at my face hovering inches from his own

and whimpered.

The man's heart and lungs were thundering in my ears like a train. All

my senses were sharp and new and wonderful. I could even smell the

blood, an exciting scent when mixed with the sour tang of fear. On his

thick, rough neck the skin seemed oddly transparent where the large vein

pulsed. First it disturbed, then it tantalized. My mouth sagged open,

dry and aching with sudden thirst. I felt drawn to it like a cat to

milk.

He gagged and his bladder let go as my lips brushed his throat, then he

passed out.

I jerked back, wondering what the hell I was trying to do. Pushing away

until I no longer touched him, I lay facedown in the spiky grass,
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shaking like a fever victim until the thirst faded.

With a hand under each arm, I dragged him backward over the irregular