This is my very first story, ever. So please be nice. It's just a short story I worte today during school, so I apologize if there are any spelling or grammer mistakes. Please R&R. No Flames. Constructive critisim only.
She continued to run, tears clouding her cobalt blue eyes. Her chocolate colored hair, which usually fell beautifully down to her lower back, now flew behind her as she ran through the forest, tripping over loose rocks and upturned roots. She didn't dare look back, only forward as she willed her converse covered feet to go faster. She could remember all too clearly why she ran. That inhuman beauty. Bloody red eyes. Razor sharp fangs. And that poor woman at its feet. Eyes wide open; both lifeless yet filled with terror. Her throat brutally torn open as her blood covered both her and the beautifully terrifying creature.
Scarlett was ripped from her vile memories when she heard a defining roar and a hard body collided into her right side. She flew through the air, landing head first on the rocky terrain. Scarlett moaned, reaching her hand to her head. It felt warm and sticky. She pulled her hand back. Even in the dark of night she could tell that the substance dripping from her hand was her own blood. A low growl hit her ears and she turned towards the sound. Her eyes could barley make out the 6'3" creature. The only way she knew it was really there was by the blood red glow of its irises. In a flash it was in front of her, crouching so that they were face to face. Scarlett was finally able to get a good look at it, or rather him. He had pale skin, really pale skin. It was just about as white as the moon. He had black, shaggy hair that hung in his face. All his clothes were black and tattered, and he was covered in blood. He was the most beautiful man Scarlett had ever seen. The creature bared its fangs and lunged for her throat. Scarlett had no time to scream.
The next morning, the police arrived on the scene. Scarlett's body lay haphazardly on the forest floor, her throat torn open. They classified cause of death as an animal attack. They notified her mother of this, paying no mind as the woman fell to the ground in hysterics, grieving the loss of her only daughter. But no one would ever realise the horrors Scarlett faced the night before when she stared in the face of death. If she were alive, she would pray for a more merciful death like and animal attack. Instead of having to relive her bloody red death.