Dennis was hearing the heart beat slowing down and he could feel the warmth of her skin slightly starting to cool off.
"No, no, no," he said again, hopeful for a moment as the blood flow began to stop, but then he looked around the bead to see that there was so much blood - so, so much of it, and it was all tainted.
This wasn't happening - it couldn't - yet there was a bare whisper of a heartbeat, and even he knew that if the bite mark in her neck closed over now, she wouldn't have enough blood to survive.
"Damn you, Rosie, to hell," he said as he stood up, shaking from the sheer reality of what was happening.
He didn't want her to die, and yet the blood spilled all over the sheets and that had soaked through her clothes was evidence enough of that fact.
He'd left victims in much a similar state before, albeit without the blood everywhere. Why was he so concerned now?
Because you weren't supposed to feed from her - you were supposed to keep your head down and people wouldn't know you were back. Could you have killed anyone more high profile in the town?
He started to pace at the end of the bed, not sure of what the fuck he was going to do now. If he ran - which was his first instinct - he'd have to run far and fast and never come back again. Not only that, he'd have to hope that Jander would never find him.
Perhaps he could let Jander take the wrap for this? It was a thought.
But no, he was going to have to hide the fact he'd bitten her, and as he turned back to the bed, he couldn't really hear a heartbeat any more.