Late Night Fright
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CHAPTER 1
I ran and ran as fast as I could without looking back. I wanted to scream, but couldn't fill my lungs with enough oxygen. I felt a chilled breeze blowing down my neck, as I turned onto 57th street, I kept running, my pursuer not far behind. I turned slightly to look over my shoulder, I could see him clearly now.
His once blue eyes had turned bright crimson, his white teeth a pale neon blue in the darkness had grown tiny points. His lightly air-brushed skin, when in the sun, had turned a translucent pale white, which glowed slightly in the blackness.
I turned away from him and flung myself forward, my fingers skimming a fallen branch on the pavement. I picked it up and thrust it behind me towards him; the sound on contact was a 'clunk'. I didn't believe it; I couldn't, it was impossible for a stick on contact with a human to make that sound. I had to check it had actually hit him; sure enough he looked angry, bearing the stick in his left hand, still chasing me, not even puffing or losing speed. 'Impossible! I thought to myself, unbelievable!'
He looked at me with hate-filled predatory eyes, and leapt for me, with what sounded like a snarl escaping him. He could probably smell my fear - I reeked of it, sweat drenched my clothes, face, and hands.
Breathless I collapsed under his heavy weight, his body was hard and cold; I shivered, staring into his mesmerizing eyes that twinkled under the street lights.
His expression suddenly changed, he looked... shocked.
He shifted his weight a little, making it easier for me to breathe, and spoke; "I- I- I, uh, don't know what to say, I'm really sorry, I thought you were, something else". And because I was distressed and exasperated my reply was rude, "Something else? Like what? Your dinner"?! I mumbled to myself under my breath hoping he wouldn't hear, but he must have, because he shot me a piercing glare. I must have offended him, because he stopped talking after that and looked away from me, I instantly regretted saying what I had, but wondered how he had heard me.
"Look, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you... but I don't appreciate being chased like I'm food, I got a bit of a fright that's all".
He tried to speak to me after that but struggled; "I said I was ', he cut off, and tried again. "I'm sorry too. Sorry that you felt like food, and sorry that I scared you, look, I did call out, but you mustn't have heard, because you didn't look up. So I ran after you. I swear to god I wasn't trying to scare you. I wanted to ask you something".
I waited for him to say what he wanted...
I ran and ran as fast as I could without looking back. I wanted to scream, but couldn't fill my lungs with enough oxygen. I felt a chilled breeze blowing down my neck, as I turned onto 57th street, I kept running, my pursuer not far behind. I turned slightly to look over my shoulder, I could see him clearly now.
His once blue eyes had turned bright crimson, his white teeth a pale neon blue in the darkness had grown tiny points. His lightly air-brushed skin, when in the sun, had turned a translucent pale white, which glowed slightly in the blackness.
I turned away from him and flung myself forward, my fingers skimming a fallen branch on the pavement. I picked it up and thrust it behind me towards him; the sound on contact was a 'clunk'. I didn't believe it; I couldn't, it was impossible for a stick on contact with a human to make that sound. I had to check it had actually hit him; sure enough he looked angry, bearing the stick in his left hand, still chasing me, not even puffing or losing speed. 'Impossible! I thought to myself, unbelievable!'
He looked at me with hate-filled predatory eyes, and leapt for me, with what sounded like a snarl escaping him. He could probably smell my fear - I reeked of it, sweat drenched my clothes, face, and hands.
Breathless I collapsed under his heavy weight, his body was hard and cold; I shivered, staring into his mesmerizing eyes that twinkled under the street lights.
His expression suddenly changed, he looked... shocked.
He shifted his weight a little, making it easier for me to breathe, and spoke; "I- I- I, uh, don't know what to say, I'm really sorry, I thought you were, something else". And because I was distressed and exasperated my reply was rude, "Something else? Like what? Your dinner"?! I mumbled to myself under my breath hoping he wouldn't hear, but he must have, because he shot me a piercing glare. I must have offended him, because he stopped talking after that and looked away from me, I instantly regretted saying what I had, but wondered how he had heard me.
"Look, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you... but I don't appreciate being chased like I'm food, I got a bit of a fright that's all".
He tried to speak to me after that but struggled; "I said I was ', he cut off, and tried again. "I'm sorry too. Sorry that you felt like food, and sorry that I scared you, look, I did call out, but you mustn't have heard, because you didn't look up. So I ran after you. I swear to god I wasn't trying to scare you. I wanted to ask you something".
I waited for him to say what he wanted...
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