‘I felt the icy hand on my neck. Shivers ran through my whole body, my breathing came in quick ugly gasps. Tears were slowly escaping my eyes. I wanted to beg, to plead but no words would come up past the huge lump in my throat. My heart was trying to jump out of my chest. I felt warm lips on my neck, sharp teeth, and then my body shook softly and the pain slowly started to ebb away, the pain, the terror it all went and was replaced by the hunger. He’d come for me. He’d said he would come. He came and he stole my life, my breath and now I will kill him. But he won’t have another life after death. This time, this death, this one was permanent. I felt my nails grow and sharpen. I spun around lightning fast, and sliced my nails through his flesh. He screamed in pain, grabbed his throat, and fell. He looked up at me with pain in his eyes and asked why. I stood back and laughed at him. I told him he was stupid to have turned me, he should have just killed me. It was then that he started to laugh. He moved his hand. He wasn’t dead, Oh CRAP.’
I got bored a few weeks ago x what do you think?
