The Blood of the Rabbit

       Jason Drow couldn't stop running. If he did, it would catch him, and it'd be all over. He could feel the blood dripping from where the creature scratched him. Jason couldn't believe he was going to die at the age of 17. He looked around wildly, looking to see if the creature was anywhere in sight. He was in an old, dated mansion. As he turned to continue forward, he was face to face with the monster. It looked like a man covered in a thin, long, white, blood stained cloak. The bottom of the cloak was tattered and covered it's feet, and was soaked with a mix of Jason's and it's own blood. It's face was enclosed by the silky cloak as well, covering it's face, only to show it's bright, sunken, blank eyes. It grasped Jason's neck and lifted him of the floor with one arm, his feet a foot away from the ground. They stared into each other's eyes, Jason's full of rage and fear, the creature's blank and empty. 

That's when the pain struck. The monster had gripped Jason's right arm with it's sharp, clawed fingers, also concealed by the cloak covering it's entire body, and ripped his arm off without hesitation. Jason wanted to scream out in pain and horror, but that would only give it what it wanted. He looked at the long, white ears coming from the top of it's head, like the ears of a rabbit. As the blood dripped from where his arm used to be, Jason asked, struggling to form his words,

"Why? Why kill my sister? Why hunt us down and then rip us to pieces? Tell me!"

The beast did not speak a word. Instead it dropped him to the floor, where Jason's side met the end of a rusty nail jutting out from the rotten, wooden floor. He simply grunted as he held in the agony. The last thing Jason saw was those sharp claws heading to his eyes. The last thing he heard was the sound of something eating. The last thing he felt was the pool of blood as it met his finger tips. Then there was nothing.