I turned cold, my blood freezing inside my skin, as I ever, so, slowly, turned around.
Creeper was covered in blood, from head to toe, smiling hideously down at me. He was breathing heavily, his shoulders falling in motion with each ragged breath.
"Well, well, well, looks like desert came early,"
He breathed, staring down at my bleeding hand.
"Desert?"
I cried in a shrill voice, edging away from him.
He licked his lips, slightly exposing a bloody smile of fangs. "Sure, I admit, Frankie over there, was tasty enough, but you,"
He stopped, his smile growing bigger.
"You will be absolutely, scrumptious."
Another squeak, shriller this time, escaped from my throat, as I backed away from him. He strolled towards me, matching my stride.
"P-P-Ple-Please!"
God, my stuttering was horrible!
"Don't d-do this!"
I cried, holding back my arm from him, as I continued to back away.
"Hannibal was right to want to eat you, but he however, can contain himself much more than I can."
He sneered widely, continuing to lumber towards me.
Creeper grabbed my wrist of the hand that bled freely, bringing it up between us.
He stared at it, lost in his wave of bloodthirst. He watched eagarly as every drop of blood, oozed down my pale skin.
"I'll just have a little taste, is all,"
He mused, bringing my hand towards his face.
"N-no, no, no, n-n-no!"
I sobbed wildly, without tears, just overwhelming fear. He licked my arm from my elbow up my wrist, where his grip was.
I shuddered, gasping at the texture of his tongue, it was worse than sandpaper, feeling sharper. A low groan of horror and disgust, slipped out from my throat, as I felt sickly weak. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes, with a lopsided smile of fearsome teeth.
"I was right, you taste better than I thought you would,"
Just then, he let go of my wrist, instead, grabbing me by my shoulders, pulling me to him.
He pressed his face into my neck, sniffing very, very loudly and deeply, as he sniffed from my collarbone up to my ear.
My breath was sucked into my chest, as I trembled harder than I ever did in my whole life, within his grasp. I was whimpering, I had never EVER come close to whimpering.
He stared at me, angerily this time.
Then, he sniffed again, harder than before. It seemed like he was getting mad that he couldn't find the source of which made me a good snack.
His grip on my shoulders tigthened.
Oh yeah, he was pissed.
He growled inside his throat, sounding like a small outraged roar of somekind, which echoed inside of my eardrums.
Then, he licked my collarbone to my chin. I tried to struggle out of his grip, gasping loudly, feeling the vile hot breath on my skin, but he was too powerful.
He pulled back fiercely, glaring into my blue eyes. He grabbed my jaw hard, clutching it in his hand, as he brought my face closer to his, studying my eyes.
"I can't figure out which part of you, I want,"
He growled, low, his angered voice barely audible.
"It could be your eye," He looked at my left eye, glaring at it more than the right one.
"Or, it could be your ear." He tucked my hair behind my left ear, rubbing my earlobe between his thumb and index fingers.
He kept glancing at his two options, trying to decide amongst himself. Just when it seemed like he was going to explode with anger, he sighed deeply, annoyed. "Oh well, I'll just have to take both."
He grip immediately dug into my skin, as I tried to push him away, crying out in fright. His opened his mouth wide, displaying those teeth of his and so much more. His throat seemed to thump with hunger, thriving with hot breath, as it came towards me. I silently said goodbye to my family one by one inside of my brain.
Goodbye, Mom.
Goodbye, Dad.
Goodbye, Alysson.
Goodbye, Max.
So, this is how I die? Eaten by somekind of creature with annoyed hunger problems? The Fuck!
I was about to scream, being the official signal to mark my demise, as another noise interupted it.
Clink.
Clink.
Clink.
Clink.
It was a sharp tapping, somewhat beside us.
Creeper heard it, too, slowly closing his mouth to look behind him.
You've got to be kidding me.