Beth turned the corner, her shoes held in her hand. She was far better off without them anyway. Stones scratched the soles of her feet and tears stung her eyes. She kept running. He was behind her.
Some trees lay ahead, safety? Maybe. Stepping onto the soft grass gave some relief to her sore feet but she couldn’t stop, not yet. From thick trunks to thin vines, she wove or broke her way through as best she could, not stopping for anything. Nettles stung at her ankles leaving a blotchy patch behind them. Thorns and snapped branches got caught on her dress, in her hair and scratched at her skin.
She couldn’t keep going, she knew that. . . He knew that. He was waiting for her, because he knew he could. Only thing was, He wouldn’t get tired at all. Beth swung back around into the village again, the quiet streets were empty at this time of night, but they never failed to offer some form of comfort. Ducking into an alleyway, the fastest way to her home, Beth ran. A moment or two more. Just one more turn to go and she would be done. Finished. Gone.
She made the turned, her whole body pushing itself more than ever before. Then she stumbled back, holding her head in her hands. The dizziness she could feel it coming on again. It was always when she pushed herself too far. Deep breaths, try to walk. Beth’s legs buckled and she fell back against the wall before collapsing in a heap on the floor. She convulsed for a moment, her whole body twitching and loosing control. Then she was awake again but it was too late. He stood in front of her, his cold smile sending a chill down her back. Beth lent to the side and coughed, holding her stomach before being sick onto the mud floor.
“Did you think you could get away?” a voice asked from nearby. “There’s no way you could have, even had you gotten inside. Mummy can’t protect you from something she thinks is a made up story.” Beth shifted her feet slightly and looked up. She saw darkness, but some movement. A flash of white, teeth? Then a pain. Or at least pain at first, after a few heartbeats it turned into a slightly pleasurable sensation. He held her in his arms, his breath on her neck, but his talon like nails digging into her flesh. His teeth, no more than fangs, sinking deeper into her throat. Beth clutched one shoe, her safety blanket . . . the other lost a long way back amongst the trees and vine.
