Such a blood-filled gurgle was muffled by the creature's hold on her throat.
Trembling with pure fury, the girl tensed her worked muscles against the thing attached to her. She struck the side of its head, the shoulders, anything she could imagine that would do damage, but to no success. For her efforts, she was gripped around the temples and her head was knocked into the ground.
An ambush had defeated the young martial artist, as this creature had leaped upon and pinned her effectively to the dirt; a hand clasped around her arm and the other now on her face.
She had simply been returning to her home- not a long walk in the least- in the disappearing daylight. Indeed, she could still see the last fiery wisps of the sun on the horizon as the day died out.
Then how did this creature attack her?
It had been safe! Her senses screamed. Not even dark and there was quite a clear path to her house!
It didn't make sense, but the girl did not care at this moment, and her only desire was for her to be rid of the beast.
She could feel her very life force being pulled from her as it drank from the wound he had made on her neck. Extreme exhaustion and grief was overpowering and without relent. Endless, it seemed, as the beast sucked all the more fiercely.
And then, without seeming cause, the thing tore its fang teeth from her neck brutally tearing the unprotected skin. By then however, the girl's agony was so intense that she did not even have the strength to issue a sound of pain.
As the fiend lifted itself up from the incapacitated child, she could see very clearly that this was no mere animal or demon. Though, she had already been aware of what attacked her.
A self-proclaimed hunter of Blood: a vampire.
It was in the guise of a man, fierce and animalistic though the disguise might have been.
Porcelain perfection was this vampire, with glassy, almost luminescent silver orbs. An exaggerated, whip-like pupil sat in the midst of that eye; more like a feline than any of men. And such a face. Angular but full, it was Adonis on earth, quite simply. Not a drop of the red liquid upon his face, even on the glittering fangs that had gone into her like a serpent's. The coming night was reflected upon his hair, which was cropped short and had a flare that showed its movement.
How purely she hated that beast.
With some fraction of her strength she climbed to her feet. The creature remained in a half-crouch, becoming as a gargoyle, simply staring. Not even the slightest emotion was on his face.
Her body shivered as she continued to step backward slowly away from him. Never were there purer feelings of helplessness and dread.
But then the beast wasn't there anymore.
There was not even a moment to completely register that fact, before he appeared, wrapping her from behind in a malevolent embrace. Skillfully in that moment he had slipped his hand under her arm to grab her opposite shoulder and used his other hand to hold to her neck; first two fingers on the side of the face, and two nails sitting dangerously on her undefended throat.
"Why do you think you can leave?" he spoke menacingly in a voice that was more of a hiss than a melody. With his nails he began to dig into her neck.
She bit back her pain and defied him bravely, "I won't die by your hand! My life is not yours to have!!"
The girl brought her hands up to where he was harming her and grabbed his fingers. In a quick, severe motion she pulled them backwards, making him tear them away from her face. She continued to pull as she brought her head into the beast's face violently.
He was forced to release her as he grabbed at his now bloodied features. His nose looked slightly deformed as the girl turned to face him.
But somehow, in some way, it began to reshape itself right before the girl's eyes.
A look of horror came over the child as she turned and ran desperately. Perhaps if she could just get to where she had come from, the friend she had just previously left. . .
It was no use, however, as she saw the creature adjacent to her in her flight.
"Do you still continue to resist? It is useless!" he yelled, and vanished once more.
The girl could hardly look before her as she nearly ran into him.
Her masterfully honed reflexes acted prior to her registering what was happening as she changed courses and dove to the side to avoid him. The creature seemed surprised, for as she lifted herself from the roll, she heard to pursuit.
On she ran without the slightest thought of looking back. Her companion's home was before her in an instant, and she barreled through the door and locked it behind her.
The mother of the friend was in the kitchen and ran to see what happened. She stayed silent, for it was the unfortunate fact that they did not share the same language.
"Desculpa." She huffed, out of breath. It was some of the few words she could say in the woman's tongue. Quickly she stepped into her friend's room.
This girl she knew was not of the North, but of the Southern part of the Americas. Coming to the States just a handful of years previous, her English wasn't flawless, but enough to be an incredibly trustworthy companion to the girl that entered her room.
The child that had just escaped death all but collapsed in the girl's arms. Her friend's face twisted in concern and her eyes watered with threatening tears.
"What happened to you!" she demanded, attempting to place the victim on her bed but lacked the proper strength to do it effectively.
"Don't let it in here-!" the girl replied as she fell upon the covers. She was weak and fading fast into unconsciousness. With all her remaining strength she fought it back, "Please…! Don't let me go!" A great amount of effort was put forth to keep her eyes open. She reached for her friend.
Without hesitation the companion embraced her, shedding tears for what she did not understand.
"I won't ever!" she assured, shivering from fear for the drained girl.
"Don't…" she couldn't stay awake any longer. Whatever happened was unknown to her as he eyes closed, engulfing the girl in a deathlike sleep for God knows how long.
But her episode was far from complete.