vampire runaway

vampire runaway

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Her heart was beating out of her chest, her legs were shaky and it damaged her body after several meetings with the hard ground. She was running through the forest that surrounded her town. Her bare feet begging for her to stop. She couldn't remember where she left her shoes, but that was the last thing on her mind. He is right behind her. She could feel him. Kristen looked behind to confirm her suspicion, but she saw no one. Maybe he had given up, she hoped. Her breath was flattening out. She slowly rested her back on a nearby tree. She finally let her guard down, and he noticed it. And within a second, his icy fingers wrapped around her neck. She tried screaming and scratching his hands, but to no avail. "P..lea..se" she whispered as tears streamed down her face, "don't" She stared at his dark eyes for any form of emotion but found no trace. He removed his fingers from her neck and drove his fangs into her neck.
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