I took a quick step towards the rusted metal gate, brushing my fingertips lightly over the rough edges.
I was now impatient, wanting to get closer to the derelict house and the mouth-watering scent tantalizing me.
Not even knowing how I got there, I was stood in front of the creepy house, my pale hand outstretched.
I walked cautiously up the stone steps and stood in front of the wooden door; the black paint was peeling away at the edges through months of neglect and storms.
Besides the fact that it was obvious that the main character was a vampire, that a beautiful girl is alone in a building that is all but falling apart, that she screamed for no apparent reason. . .
and crouched in a defensive position