Author's Note: I was bored and got this idea from Twilight, but it doesn't really have anything to do with it so...yeah.
The fear was like an epidemic in my mind, taking over me. White clouds of vapor were blown into the icy twilight air with my every gasp of breath. Flushed and tired, I knew my exhaustion was getting to me, every one of my darting footsteps a mile long. I whipped around the dark corner of the road, searching the gloom for a safe haven. Rushing behind a bush, I shrieked and jumped in fright as I had disturbed a covey of birds. Evidently, it was already pretty late, and I needed to get home. But there was one problem.
I was being followed.
At first I thought it had been a joke one of my friends was playing on me, as I had just left a Halloween party my best friend had. But hadn't I felt a strange presence by me since earlier that day? Even at school during art class (one of the lucky ones who has this elective), I had felt a cold gust of wind at my back and a shadow in the corner of my eye. When I had turned, no one had been there. I had blown it off as just someone walking by that I hadn't seen, but was it? There was a strange conviction I felt that there had been someone there.
Peering through the branches of some witch hazel bushes, I saw no one on the street. Relaxing slightly, I shut my eyes and let the intoxicating scent of the leaves calm my pulse. Then a hand rested lightly on my shoulder. My eyes popped open and I whirled around to see who it was. Stepping out from the darkness, a silhouette of a person became visible.
Observing the shape of the tall shadow, I smiled sheepishly. It was my brother. "What's your problem? You're looking at me like I'm the Grim Reaper or something." He grinned. "You think a vampire is gonna come get you?" I scowled. He snickered and dodged my hand as I went to smack him. "Come on, we have to get home." He said.
I stalked out from my hiding place and headed in the direction of our house. Once again, a hand grasped my shoulder. "Okay, the joke's over! Can't you stop?" I muttered crossly without turning.
"I'm afraid I cannot," murmured a voice so unlike my brother's. It had a strange accent despite being in fluent English. The voice was a bit similar to someone from a foreign movie or something. I stiffened. Staring back at the one who had his hand still on my shoulder, I gasped. His eyes were jewel-like and crimson, and his lightly shimmering skin was deathly pale. The hand upon my shoulder was colder than ice. "Humans are such bigots, thinking that the only thing out in the world are humans and mere animals," he said conversationally as my cheeks blanched. He looked pleased and smiled as he saw my reaction, as if he enjoyed my panic. Fangs glistened in the moonlight. "It seems that any other creature is an interloper to you. My plan for you all is much worse than the extent of your ignorance."
His eyes narrowed maliciously. "I've decided to start with you, my dear sweet child." At this point, my terror had reached breaking point. I leaped to the side and sprinted away. A twig broke under his foot as he moved to catch me. I knew no more from then on.
The neighborhood echoed with the sound of my terrified screaming. Then it was silent.