The stolen darkness

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Crona gasped as darkness choked him. He could feel them, their rough hands, so hard on his weak body.

“They have come! The vampires have come!”

He could hear the screams of his people. His mother was there, his brother too.

The entire Witch clan felt like family, and now, they were dying.

All he could see was darkness; he had been kidnapped and bound. He could feel the fabric of a blindfold covering his eyes, tied tightly around his head.

He was being held upside-down, by a tall man. He was strong, and lean.

The man was a Vampire.

They had come during the night, Crona had been asleep. None of the Witches on campus were prepared for an attack. He could hear them now, his people struggling to put up a fight.

He was scared. His mother had told him stories about the Vampires when he was very young, the horrific things that the blood sucking monsters would do. He had heard stories of murder and worse, torture.

He was panicking. He was so terrified of his fate, scared of this Vampire, worried for his people.

He couldn’t move. He was so scared that the man had just walked straight up to him and grabbed him.

Crona didn’t try to run or fight. He was so scared of the enemy they now faced that he blindly surrendered.

“Help me! HELP ME!”

The voices of his people echoed in his head, they rang through his ears and screamed into his soul.

He so desperately wanted to scream too. But he couldn’t. His voice had vanished in his anxiety.

He could feel the man walking, and the darkness swallow him up.

This was it. This was the end.

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