THEY ZOOMED THROUGH TREES, THEIR WIND WHIPPING THROUGH THEIR HAIR. It was a cold night, rain previously falling beforehand. The leaves littering the forest floor were wet and moist and with each step, their feet had found their way into the crevices of the ground where water had found home in. They needed this fresh air. It filled their lungs to the brim, exploding in pure ecstasy in their body. This run was exactly what they needed.
Everything was right in the world for them. Until they got whiff of the tantalizing scent. The scent of that dark red metallic substance that was the weakness and strengths to all creatures of the night. And so they pursued it. Rushing through the forest, following the scent like a mouse to a piece of cheese. As they ran, their dark form showed. Fangs, blood red eyes, dark lines on the skin below their eyes. They were no longer a being now. They were a vampire. And they were out for blood.
Finally, their chase for blood came to a halt as they arrived in the town square. They hid behind a building, peering to see where the blood was coming from. And they did. A young woman with another who had a gash in her hand. As the friend tried to stop the blood flow with a rag, the blood kept oozing. It was useless. And the vampire was hungry. Checking for bystanders, the vampire surged forward.
"Uh, can we help you?" asked for the woman with a gash in her hand. She was talking through the pain, wincing as she went. Her friend glared at the vampire, confused at the vampire's arrival.
"No," began the vampire as their dark form showed. The girls screeched in fear but it was too late. The hunger had taken over.
"But you can." And with that, the vampire tore through the first woman's carotid artery, draining her completely of blood. Her friend ran, trying to escape her inevitable death but it was useless. The vampire loved a good chase. The blood of the first woman was exemplary, better than the vampire had ever tasted. It quenched their thirst. And finally, just as the vampire drained the last drop of blood, the woman's head slid right off. Her head fell to the ground with a thud and the vampire stared at it shocked, amused and still hungry.
Focusing on the latter emotion, the vampire did what they wanted to do. Get the other woman. Vampire speeding over to where the woman tried to enter the Mystic Falls Grill, screaming and banging on the door, the vampire repeated the same process as before, tearing into the woman's carotid artery, draining her of every last drop of blood. And just like her friend, her head snapped off, her head hitting the floor with a deafening thud. Wiping their lips, they dragged the body and carried the head to where the first woman laid and dropped them both off in a dumpster behind a trinket store.
