Inside the Garden
Your panic has given you strength. You frantically thrust yourself backwards and pop back into the room, bloody and exhausted.
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.
A pale man stands in the room. 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 to the sounds of the wolves howling outside.
You are dead.
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.
A pale man stands in the room. 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 to the sounds of the wolves howling outside.
You are dead.
