Krystal grabbed him by the neck and pushed him again, against the wall. She popped the lid off the vile and poured the liquid in his mouth. She covered his mouth so he couldn't spit it out.

One of the advantages of being a vampire was that you didn't have to breathe. Dominic didn't swallow it.

Krystal grabbed his hair and pulled his head back thus the liquid moving to the back of his throat.

Dominic coughed it up, then forced his tongue against the roof of his mouth. He wasn't going to swallow it until one of them were dead.

Krystal banged his head against the wall, hoping he would get dizzy and swallow it. If not, she would take the other antidote vile that she kept in a syringe and inject it straight into his blood.

Dominic spat it at her.

She pulled the syringe out of her pocket. Biting off the lid, she stabbed the syringe into his neck and pushed down the pump, "It's gonna hurt alot more this way you should have swallowed it you idiot." she pushed him to the floor backing away, wiping the spit with her sleeve.

"Ahh!" The syringe dropped from his neck as Dominic fell to his knees. It felt like being turned into a vampire, the flames rushing along his veins, except now the flames we slowly turning cold. Too cold. Insides burning now with ice, the blood he'd recently consumed bubbled to his lips and streamed down his chin, his body rejecting it like a poison.

Krystal rolled her eyes, "Humans are so pathetic. There the deal is done, You killed Connor, I cured you, good luck with that." she said, walked away into the night, disappearing.

Covered in vampire's blood now, he just lay there, stoic and vacant.