CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THREE

While Francis was looking at Trisha's unmoving body, he felt the long, sharp fangs of Dr. Peyton Giovanni sink into his skin.

Before he could fully grasp what was going on, it dug deeper into him and he felt the skin around that part swell like it will burst open due to the massive influx of blood that through there, escaped his body.

His veins twitched and curled and as the tip of Dr. Giovanni's fang came in contact with the slimy veins that transported blood to the necessary parts of the body, the most momentous wave of pain he had ever experienced in his entire life coursed through his entire body.

Francis' eyelids shut tight and because of the immense pressure with which they were shut, around his eyes were wrinkles that ran into each other. He bit his lips hard, too, as he tried to contain the pain. The taste of blood filled his mouth not long afterwards.

When the pain subsided by a considerable amount, Dr. Pey