Inside the Garden
You start wriggling backwards and make a little bit of progress but it is slow going. After a couple of minutes you're covered in sweat and shaking from the exertion. The struggle has reopened the wounds on your wrists and ankles and they are bleeding steadily. Along with those wounds, you are now covered in scratches and scrapes from trying to wedge yourself through the window.
As you rest you become aware of a sound that you hadn't been able to hear during your efforts. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Someone is walking towards your cell. You frantically begin to thrust yourself backwards and pop back into the room, bloody and exhausted, just in time to see the door begin to open.
A pale man stands in the corridor. As he takes in your ragged appearance his eyes dilate and two sharp fangs protrude from his mouth. He smiles at you.
"My, my," his voice is urbane and hungry, "aren't you the pretty snack."
You edge backwards towards the wall, keeping your eyes on him. He darts forward and you feel a sharp pain in your neck. The world fades away as the vampire feeds on you.
You are dead.
As you rest you become aware of a sound that you hadn't been able to hear during your efforts. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Someone is walking towards your cell. You frantically begin to thrust yourself backwards and pop back into the room, bloody and exhausted, just in time to see the door begin to open.
A pale man stands in the corridor. As he takes in your ragged appearance his eyes dilate and two sharp fangs protrude from his mouth. He smiles at you.
"My, my," his voice is urbane and hungry, "aren't you the pretty snack."
You edge backwards towards the wall, keeping your eyes on him. He darts forward and you feel a sharp pain in your neck. The world fades away as the vampire feeds on you.
You are dead.
