Mixed genre oneshots

#4 ~supernatural

She gazed into his hypnotic eyes as ink jet black as a night sky. She was drawn to him slowly walking forward her long flowing nightgown swaying in the winters cold air. She took in every detail of the pale aristocratic cloaked figure in front of her. His skin so thin and coloured like ash, his tall slender figure and the eyes. The eyes that were so distant but so close, so icy but could make one melt. She stood in front of him. She placed a hand on his cheek, the tough cheekbone digging into her palm. He took her hand and spun her until she was trapped within his grasp facing the silent woods in front of her the brilliant white full moon blinding her. The figure tilted her head to the side his stone cold hands freezing her jawline. She whispered aloud but only to be met with deafening silence. The figure's teeth raked over her warm skin as the girl let out a gasp. She prepared herself for what was coming next. The figure lifted his head back up before his sharpened pearly white teeth pierced the skin drawing blood. She moaned aloud half pleasure half pain. The feeling of blood coursing through her veins, the figures teeth impaling her neck like a knife. The figure removed his teeth the girl collapsing to the floor the dewy cold grass swallowing her whole. The figure gripped its crimson red cloak and tugged it upwards until the figure was blocked out. Then a moment later it dropped and the figure was gone in its place a bat mirroring the colour of the cold night sky above.