Teeth

The bitter cold midnight air froze in my lungs as my bare feet pounded against the unforgiving forest floor.

I couldn't let him catch me- not again.

I could see a break in the trees, the moonlight leaking through the clearing like water on a parched tongue.

Just as I was about to step into the moonlight and out of his territory, a strong arm snagged my waist.

Hot breath tickled my ear as my capturer whispered, "Gotcha, love."

I stood paralyzed with fear as he gently began to nuzzle into my neck, whispering the word "mine" over and over.

I began to squirm, trying to escape his vice-like grip. This must've snapped him out of his trance as black began to bleed into his once blue eyes.

"Now we can't have my little fawn running away again, can we?"

I began to scream and thrash as his teeth began to elongate, and, without warning, he plunged them into my shoulder.