'H-

help-

' Words tremble weakly from your throat, drowning underneath the wailing wind. The storm was furious; forming iron walls of rain that blocked every dusty road and lane of your idle country town. 'Please

help-

'

And your escape.

You thought you knew better than to trust the rumor mill

.

A few murmurs here, a hasty funeral with a closed casket there, and then two more exactly the same. It had everyone - from haunted elders at the local pub, to children on the playground - uttering only one word.

Vampire.

And then, you 'd seen it-

him.

Just the thought itself is enough to send your aching legs surging towards the nearest, faint yellow light on the midnight street. Safety. 'H-he 's comin ' for me- please- '

Terrified to even turn your back, you

race

to bang your fists against the oak doorway of the building. For fear of seeing

those eyes