Monster in the Wood

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She sighed heavily and slumped against the wall. She sat there with her knees pulled up to her chest. After a while she got up, tried the door once more before heading up stairs back to the room she had previously been in. As she walked down the hall to the room she heard someone talking. "Why can't she remember me?" She heard the man muttering to himself from the other side of a door. She stood next to the door listening. "We were so close when we were little..." She didn't wait any longer to hear anything, she ran to the room she had been in, slamming the door behind her. Before she knew it there was a knock on her door. She was sitting with her back pressed against the door, keeping it shut. "What do you want?" She asked. There was no reply but she swore she could hear someone breathing behind her door. She pushed a little harder to keep the door closed. With no warning the doorknob twisted and the door started to open. "Go away!" She practically yelled. She heard a snarl like sound and peeked through the opening of the door. The man looked pale, long-sharp toothed, and monstrous, even for a vampire. She screamed and tried closing the door. He pushed it open with great force. She fell to the ground, eyes wide in fear, heart beating fast. Before she could get up, she felt murderous pain in her neck and screamed in pain. She could feel her blood running down her neck. Her eyes started closing from blood loss. The man realized what was going on and immediately pulled away, backing up. "Samantha?" He whispered in a scared like voice. Before she could reply her head hit the ground softly and her eyes closed, blacking out from blood lost. The man started freaking out, he rushed over but paused thinking he would end up hurting her again. "I'm so sorry..." He kept muttering over and over. He slowly picked her up and set her on the covers of the bed in the room. He ran down stairs faster than you could say "monster" and was back in the exact same time, holding a damp cloth. He pressed the cloth to the bite marks on her neck, feeling great guilt. Eventually the blood stopped running out of the wound, but he still left the cloth there knowing it would keep her neck cool and help it to heal. After he was done he moved and sat in a black chair at the end of the bed, staring at his hands in his lap, silently.