The Hunted

I was walking down the street, on the way to my best friend’s Halloween party when I ran straight into a very strong, very cold chest. He had a strange look on his face like he was hungry and tortured. I noticed him eyeing my neck. I looked straight into his eyes and saw they were blood red. I was immediately struck with fear. He saw my expression change to fear and smirked. Against his lips, the pearl white of a tooth stood out, until he opened his mouth and I realized they were fangs.