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She ran, fast as she could, through the forest, through the mass of trees, their roots trying to trip her. She jumped atop a large fallen oak, not quite making it over.
She fell, hitting the ground hard.
The wound, bloody and stinging, complained painfully at the fall.
"Pretty little girl, come out, come out, wherever you are."
She sobbed, scrambling up and taking off again.
They were all dead. All of them. Oh god, they were dead.
She chanced a look behind her, only to find herself flat on her face in the dirt.
" Run and catch, run and catch, the lamb is caught in the blueberry patch!"
"No…" She tried to stand, but found that her right leg wouldn't move without shots of fiery pain engulfing her. She must have sprained or broken it when she fell.
Off in the distance, He continued on, each note seeming closer and closer. "Run and catch, run and catch, the slayer is caught in the blueberry patch. Heh, heh, heh!"
His laughter terrified her, in a way she'd never been before; it was the essence of pure evil.
She tried crawling, but knew it was over. There was nothing she could do. He had drained her of her magick, all of it, and she knew He had broken her emotionally and mentally. There was no escaping Him now.
She felt a hand run gingerly through her hair, softly at first, until he yanked hard enough to snap her neck, had she been human.
"Pretty slayer, I have you now."
He chuckled, face morphing into a demonic nightmare.
"Goodnight, luv. Sleep tight…"
He leaned down, fangs brushing the soft flesh of her throat.
She closed her eyes…