Something or someone had jumped in through my window and ran at me and an alarming speed, slamming me into the nearest wall. So hard I was almost knocked out. There was something covering my mouth. I couldn't scream. whatever it was, Its face was out view, it slouched over me. I was tightly pressed between the thing that jumped in through my window and the wall. Movement was impossible, whatever it was it was strong. I tried to struggle but it only pressed harder.

"Mmph! Mmph!" I screamed. Trying to kick my way to freedom.

"Do not...move..."

I became very still...It...it talked! Could this be the monster the towns people were chasing? Just one thing did caused so much grief? Wait. If the answers to my questions are yes...well...looks like my luck had to run out sometime.

"Blood...I need blood." It said in a low breathy voice.

Its head was low, resting on the crook of my neck. Out of view. It was breathing heavily. I could feel it. Its hand slipped from my mouth and down my neck, the monster fell to his knees in front of me. Finally free, I helped it the rest of the way down; my foot connected with its shoulder and it fell backwards onto my wooden floor. Weak. Exhausted. Leveled.

I whipped my rifle around and put the monster in my sights, finally able to get a good look at just what it was. But this...monster...looked like a man, despite how pale he was. He was dressed in a red suit and had a red cloak around his shoulders, only a crop of orange hair on his head. And his face...he had sharp features and a large scar on his face. It stretched down his cheek and tugged at the edge of his lips. But he wasn't...frightening, or monstrous, not in his current state anyway.

I was breathing rapidly. Confused "What- what are you...and why are you here." I snarled. "You stumbled into the wrong house, monster. Are you what's been terrorizing the town?!" He simply stared at me, as if waiting to see what I was going to do next "Answer me!" I pulled the lever on my rifle, prepared to put a bullet in its head if needed. He flinched slightly, raising his hands in defense "well?!".

"...No." He answered.

"No. What?"

"I am not...your monster..." He was still out of breath, droplets of sweat had started forming around his face.

"Then what the fuck are you doing jumping in through my window."

"Please...I need blood." He begged. His eyes were slowly closing.

"What?" I asked. My rifle still pointing at his head.

"Listen...to me. I am not your enemy. Help me...and I will tell you...everything. What has been

attacking your people...and who I am, but if I die, You...and all of your people will...as well."

"And just how in the world do you expect me to trust you." I stared at him ludicrously.

"I admit...It is a gamble. But...it is either my life...and the truth...or yours...and your people's"

This has been going on for too long. I have to know. The bloodshed must end. The people in the village have suffered so long while I've watched in the sidelines, this could be my only chance to redeem myself. To truly help. But this is such a ridiculous deal. Who or what, is this thing. Can he really help or give me answers? Am I gullible enough to believe him? Too many have been lost...

I sighed. "What do you need..."