You're Mine Sweetheart.

Run. That was the only thing Carmilla could hear besides the sound of leaves crunching beneath her shoes. Her warm breath would hit the crisp autumn air as she ran, fogging her vision up for a moment. She could hear the footsteps of the-thing-chasing after her. Branches slapped her face as she ran through the trees, trying to escape from the beast senses. She ducked behind a large oak tree, the yellow leaves falling softly, giving her some sort of comfort. She pulled her thin sweater around her body, trying to warm herself in the moon light night. Her breathing was heavy, blowing any leaves that dared to come close to her. Moments later she looked around, feeling safe. Until she felt and arm wrap around her and cover her mouth. "Miss me sweat heart?"