Felix had never been through something like this. She looked so scared, so nervous, so upset. She didn't want to hurt him, but he felt like of anything he deserved to be hurt. The world would be a happier place if she managed to kill him at that moment. He didn't say anything as she freaked out and finally gave in.
Her fangs sunk into his neck and he felt an odd tingle spread through his body to his limbs. A pulsing heat that faded and grew, every time it faded, he felt stronger, but it grew faster then it faded, and when it grew he felt weaker. So much weaker, he was so tired...
Felix felt his eyes slowly close, his head fall forward onto her shoulder, his body and mind were so exhausted. So this was what it felt like... it almost didn't hurt, in fact there was hardly any pain, only a mild tingling sensation through his whole body. It almost felt good.
Felix took a deep breath and felt the air catch in his throat, he felt like coughing but he didn't even have the energy to do that. Suddenly her fangs left his neck, small droplets of blood dribbled down from the bite wound and stained the collar of his shirt a crimson red.
She was saying something, but he couldn't understand her. He heard her, but it was like it was muffled, the sound of the room drowned out in the own rushing sound of his blood as it rushed to fill the empty spaces left from it leaving his body. With every pump of his heart it rushed faster and faster, making him dizzier.
The room spun and the tingling started to go away. The warmth turned into a heat too hot for him to stand, his temperature rose into a feverish state, and his cheeks became flushed. What had been so cool was now so hot, he couldn't stand it, it would drive him insane.
Suddenly though, coolness touched him, coolness like an arctic breeze on a hot summer day. The coolness started at his lips, and slowly spread through his body, relieving the pain, sharpening his mind. Slowly his senses began to clear, and his eyes focused once more. His hearing came back at the same time, and he suddenly realized what had called him back from the brink of insanity.
She was kissing him.
Felix could taste the lingering droplets of blood that had stuck to her mouth, as well as the minty freshness of the mint she had shoved in there before kissing him. Blood wasn't a new flavor to Felix, he had tasted all kinds in order to get a sick reaction out of his torture victims. However he had never tasted his own, let alone tasted his own because a vampire who had just drained him, was now kissing him, blood still on her lips.
Felix's mind sharpened roughly and he felt his hands grab her shoulders. However, he didn't push her away, he sat like that, feeling her soft lips, and suddenly he was kissing her back. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, one hand moving up to the back of her head as he kissed her roughly, sitting up slightly and pressing her back. His mind as sharp as steel as he gripped her hair and shoved his tongue into her mouth.