The Howler! Part fifteen I was still on the sofa when I woke up but Taylor had left. In his place was Aaron. Aaron was smiling at me then he helped me to sit up. " You look a state, Louise." " At least I don't wear the same clothes all the time." After a long silence, Aaron said " your in love with him aren't you? More than you loved me." " I don't know. When I'm around him it's like a magnetic pull but around you it's like you've always been there for me and always will be." I answered. A couple of hours later Taylor came in and was in a bad mood. I thought - this is going to be fun. A maid popped my lunch on the coffee table and left. Taylor grabbed me by the arm sinking his nails into my skin, pressed me against the wall and dug his teeth deep into the tender skin of my neck. He was drinking so much of my blood that by one minute I was so weak I could barely breathe. My head rested on his shoulder while he drank. By five minutes I fell from his grasp and landed on the floor. Taylor dropped to the floor and resumed drinking my blood. When he was finally finished I was nearly dead from the blood loss. Taylor threw me over his shoulder and dumped me on the bed. He flipped me over so my back was bare and started slicing it open. Blood pooled onto the bed, the floor and all over me. Ten minutes later Taylor disappeared and Aaron showed up. He found me in a pool of my own blood. I was hardly breathing. He gently touched me and I screamed. Aaron wiped the blood from my face and exposed skin. But blood was still pouring from my back. He turned me so he could see my back. His face paled. I was dying. Aaron tried feeding me blood but it didn't help and he had no idea what to do.