Dennis was starting to panic. This wasn't supposed to happen. The body was supposed to want to keep blood in, and even as he tried to put his fingers to her neck to stop the bleeding, he felt the thinness of her blood trickling past, almost like water.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed as she cried feebly for help. No, no, no, this wasn't happening. Why was she still bleeding? For the first time Dennis was feeling his own hint of fear. He didn't want Rosmerta to bleed to death, he just had to find a way to stop it. She wasn't struggling against him, which made him worry. "Come on Rosie, you should fight." But even then, he knew that if she was moving about, she'd lose even more blood.
"Don't do this now!" he cried out to her, anger at what the hell was happening, anger at the fact her blood was tainted and that it was just oozing out of the bite, and anger that the one meal he didn't want to kill was slowly starting to die. He knew it. He could hear her heartbeat start to slow - far too slow to be healthy, and he shook her. "Come on!"