Bloody Murder

It's 3 minutes to midnight and I can't see a thing in these dense woods. I knew it was a bad idea to come walking this late, but I needed to clear my head. Suddenly, I hear a howl and then low growls. I spin around in fear and feel a log come into contact with my head. The last thing I see before I black out is red eyes and fangs that sink deep into my neck.

I wake up with a ginormous headache. I can't see a thing and groan in frustration. I see a figure come towards me with red eyes and hurriedly try to back away, but feel a wall. I scream bloody murder before everything goes black... again.

This time I dream. I dream of blood and fangs. Of the woods and hunting. I'm running, running from something. A werewolf. That's what it is. I trip and everything goes black once again, but this time it was a dream. Or maybe a vision.

So this story will include vampires and werewolves. All rights reserved, don't even think about copying this story.