Bloodlust

Rain was falling from the night sky at an impossible pace. The streetlights, giving off barely any light, were shaking as the wind battered them. The tarmac of the road gleamed with rain, puddles forming here and there. A girl was running, panting, desperately moving forwards as she tried to outrun her pursuer. A shadow followed her panicked movements easily, rapidly catching up. The girl saw the lights of a house just a little further ahead, giving her relief and a false sense of security. She pushed onwards, desperately trying to make it to the lights. Her feet, however, failed her. She tripped on the kerb, pain searing through her ankle. The shadow the she had tried so hard to evade had finally caught her. She slowly looked up at the figure glaring down at her. This wasn't a human. It had a distinctly animalistic sense about it, its red eyes glowing in the darkness that seemed to swallow everything up. The girl looked into its eyes. Big mistake. It growled at  her, fangs bared and getting closer to her.

"No!" She screamed, finally realising the fate that awaited her. "No! No! N-!"

And then silence. No noise aside from the rain, still coming down, but softer now, washing red away, down the drain. The vampire got up, its fangs dripping. Its figure melted into the night as the girl, once known as Kate Miller, lay still on the pavement, undisturbed by the rain. She would now be known as Victim 8, the latest murder in a recent string of supposedly unrelated killings. The police would say her death was the effect of a car crash, apparently not noticing the way her skin was chalk white, or the two suspicious holes in her neck, or even the way she had been bled dry. The neighbours would say that she was always a reckless girl. Her teachers would say that it was a pity. The newspapers would say she had done nothing wrong. Nobody would say the truth.