I walk down the alley, furtive, cautious. It is a cold, dark, starless night; snow fresh on the ground.
I glance behind me, a dark stranger, perfectly still. I shiver and hurry on. My breath clouds in front of my face as I walk, down the alley.
I look back again. The stranger is closer. His dark, green eyes bore into me, and no breath clouds before his red, red lips. I break into a run and he runs with me, never once falling behind.
I falter as we near the end of the alley. A dead end. I turn and look at the stranger. I am lost in the deep pools of his eyes, and still drowning in his gaze, I feel strong, cold hands catch me as I fall. I feel his teeth against my throat. Blackness engulfs me