Bloody Cheat

His hand, I should say claw, tightened around my throat; his black sharp nails drawing blood from the back of my neck where it slid down my back, staining my shirt.

“You cheated on me,” he snarled and eyes glowing a dull yellow, “and now you will pay the price.”

“Aaron stop, I didn't mean to but I swear to god I’m all yours: their yours,” I croaked, tears from pain and sadness.

“I can smell the sickly sweet aroma of vamp all over you, so don’t lie.” With his other hand, Aaron plunged his claw into my swollen abdomen as blood pooled around us, pulled out the twins and opened his jaws.