Suddenly, Allon felt a pang of panic in his chest. This wasn't right. There was something wrong. There had to be. There had to be another step, what was Judas thinking? He wanted to say something, but his tongue felt heavy in his mouth. Instead, he took action.
With his last bits of energy, he grabbed onto Judas's hair and used it to pull his neck towards his mouth, and while it probably felt like he was struggling to pull Judas off of him, he was actually struggling to bite him. He did, too; hard enough to draw blood. By then, it was too late. The second he tasted Judas's blood, it was too late to turn back.