You hear faint screams in the distance as this creature approaches you with a look of extreme hunger in her eyes. You turn around to run for the door.
Where are you going my sweet? You're not leaving me are you?
She quickly flys to the door and locks it before you can even turn around. She looks into your eyes, wanting you, craving you, desiring the taste of your crimson as she hasn't fed in quite sometime.
You can't go anywhere now my dear. Your mine now little mere mortal. You can't run nor hide from me. I will find you.
You run but she crawls to you seductively. You stop and stare, entranced you stay still. She rises to her feet and embraces you and sinks her fangs into your neck draining you of all the crimson that coarses through your veins. She moans in delight of tasting sweet mortal flesh and blood.
As she pulls away and releases you, she tosses you onto the floor laughing as you barely live on the brink of death. She walks to the window and disappears into the cold, dark, lonely shadows of the midnight sky.
