Creatures Of The Night: Part 1

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Before my eyes could comprehend what happen, a shot of pain, flared up my spin as my back hit the brick wall, with so much force that my vision went slightly blurry from the impact.

The man had one made on my throat, keeping me in place while the other punctured my skin, bruising it's surface. "Now what is a pretty girl like you doing following me?" he questioned, voice slick with poison and lust. Yet as I went to answer he question, he tightened his hold on my throat chuckling as I whimpered at the lack of air. 

"Ahh, what was that you were going to say?" he said moving closer and closer so that we were now inches apart, I could smell the unpleasantness of his breath as it hit the surface of my lips. I struggled to get some distance between us, but it was no use, this only lured him closer. 

"what, a fighter" he whispered in my ear, his hot breath fanning my neck sending unwelcome shivers of fear down my spine. When I didn't respond, he turned his head towards me, lips grazing my skin as he spoke "this should be fun".

Just as I thought he was going to force himself on to me he backed away, letting me gain my breath as his hand left my throat. To my surprised when I looked up I was met with red eyes. What the-. Before mind could understand, his smirk stopped my train of thought.

There was something inhumane about the way his smirk sat. His tongue seem to pock at the sides of his mouth as if it were a monster, waiting his chance to escape.

I watched puzzled when I noticed that his lips were no longer a natural light pink but were now paint in a black substance that seem to slip past his lips, as his tongue licked his upper lip. It wasn't only his lips that were now coated in this dark liquid but also his tongue that was no longer regular but had morphed into a snake lick tongue.

"What the-"was all I could manage to say before, the creature lunged at me. I closed my eyes bracing for impact. Is this how I'm going to die?

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