A/N: Okay, my A/N's are gonna be a little different this story. I'm only gonna have one fact per chapter, and I want to be more professional, so Fang is gonna stay out of my A/N's for this story. He's pouting.
Question of the Chapter: What is your favorite mythological creature? I LOVE Pegasus's (the flying horses from ancient Greece).
Prologue
Fang POV
The breath whooshed out of my lungs as I was thrown back against a brick wall by an invisible force. And by invisible, I don't mean "I don't see anything there". I mean, it's moving too gosh darn fast for even my dinosaur (or whatever Max calls it) vision to track it's movements.
I slid down to the concrete alley floor, trying to see past all the pretty stars and birdies. But then I was lifted into the air by my throat, gasping for breath. I heard a low growl, and I could begin to dimly see the dark shape looming in front of me.
It looked human shaped, with shiny, swept-back hair. I could see an unnaturally bright glint off of its teeth (whatever 'it' was) from the moon. There was lots of swishing and swooshing, so I thought they were wearing a cape of some sorts.
My musings were drowned out when I felt two sharp things pierce my neck. It stung like crazy, and it felt like a leech- there was sucking involved. Now, if you're like me, and you grew up in a dog crate being experimented on 24/7 (which I highly doubt), you would freak out if two needles- that's what I thought they were- pierced your neck and started drawing your blood. So that's what I did.
I shouted, twisted, kicked, punched, squirmed- anything to get this creepy pedo-rapist-voodoo-murder (we can call it CP for short) off of me. I guess CP didn't like that, because he (I'm gonna go with male gender) dropped me with another growl. I didn't waste any time on the ground- I hit it running.
Sprinting off towards the outside of the town (which, ironically, did have lots of trees around it), I looked behind me. I didn't see anybody or anything. But that didn't mean CP wasn't still following me. He probably went to go get his pedo-van.
I ran through the deep woods, dodging tress, bushes, and evil vines. I couldn't hear anything at all, outside of the rasp of my breathing and the swish of my pants. But I knew he was out there, and I knew that he would be coming back for me.
I kept hearing whispers, too, which really freaked me out. And then, every so often, I heard the swish of a cloak. Also scaring the bejeezus out of me was the fact that my pulse was racing (and I hadn't been running long enough for that to happen), I was sweating (and it was like 30 degrees out), I could feel my blood literally heating up (not a pleasant sensation), and that my vision was going tunnel.
All those factors caused me to gradually slow down, then stop, lean against a tree, and eventually fall to the ground. The last thing I saw before blacking out was a pair of glowing eyes.
A/N: Oooh ominous! I hope you liked it- it's my first attempt at horror writing. And… I'd love a beta :D
Fact: I'm going trick or treating tonight. You're never too old for free candy :D
Okay, guys, you know what to do. R&R- do it for the waffles! Have a very, very, very scary and happy Halloween :)