Nate felt the tickle of something at his neck, sharp and prickly and wet. Teeth. The man was either very mouthy or a vampire. He immediately twisted his head away, intent on keeping his neck away. He had had a vampire's teeth in his flesh before. It was not a sensation he wished to repeat.

But he couldn't move his arms. Bell-boy had an almost unnatural strength to him considering his smaller size. So, with a grunt and a yell, he used the only weapon he had; his head.

He began to buck his head, slamming it into his opponent's as hard and as often as he could. A ringing followed each hit, but the buzzing had gotten louder. It didn't even drown it out.

Spots started rushing through his vision, explosions of light with each violent jerk of his head. He twisted his chest as well, hoping to disorient and throw the man off him, release that unnatural grip.

A few flies had gathered on a nearby wall, a few on the opposite, moving in jerky patterns.


((You'll have to forgive my absence. I had a wild last few days...))