Summary: Turning into a vampire never was this convoluting… At least prior to this occurrence.
Character: Shippo
Word count: 126
Song: Static-X: Cold
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"Help me!" He was curled up in on himself, hoping they didn't remember his existence.
He rose up by unforeseen forces, and screamed.
"You'll be like us now, adolescent cub." They chanted.
Fiery red blood pored out of Shippo's mouth, as he attempted to speak. Speaking was only to be in vain for the Kitsune, though. The stars were spectators to a harsh crime. The darkness embraced him like a long lost lover, as they enclosed around the frightened boy.
An insipid white hand reached out and clamed dominance around his throat, in a vice grip. The figure brought its maw to Shippo's neck, and a blood curdling shout echoed among the hilltops. He curled in a tight ball as the pain chafed at his sanity.
