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Not a star can be seen in the sky as the moon illuminates one side of his face. He prowls behind her, smelling her sweet smell.
Blood.
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She walks down the road feeling uneasy. Something bad is about to happen. She looks behind her…Nothing.
She breathes a sigh of relief and as she does, a high-pitches scream shatters the silence.
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Cruel red eyes.
She stares in horror.
Blood red eyes.
They look into hers, mocking her. She is about to die. He knows it, she knows it.
But still he does nothing.
Mocking her.
She is about to die.
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He is beautiful, inhumanly so. Something strange is happening.
She wants to move; her body has frozen.
She looks on.
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He is coming towards her. Red eyes glint.
A black smile.
He crushes her. Drinks her sweet blood.
Delicious.
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She looks on in horror.
She has been sucked dry. A rag-doll.
She feels her heart beating. She stumbles back.
She runs.
Images flash through her mind. She does not want to remember. A dry sob.
She will never tell.
No-one will believe her.
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Tell me what you think!
Fattoad
