By: MD's BMW L
Rosemarie walked through the barren streets of her hometown. She shivered in the cool night air,as if...as if something was following her, watching her, anticipating her every move. She looked behind her and saw nothing. A sigh of relief escaped her lips and her body calmed down a bit. Get a hold of yourself girl, she told her self mentally, You're a strong person. You can take down anyone or anything that comes at you. She had no idea how wrong she was.
In the shadows crept a creature more horrifying than any other. He giggled as he watched his unsuspecting victim slowly start to give in to her fear.
Rosemarie froze as she heard a noise behind her. I was right, someone is after me. She slowly turned around and stared into the distance. A young man in his early 20's stared back at her. He was about six feet in height, light brown fluffy hair that grew a little bit past his broad chin, and his deep almond eyes that seemed to burrow into her. His face was as pale as the moon and his lips were a deep crimson red. "Hello", he said. The sound of his voice gave Rosemarie goosebumps "W-Who are you?" she asked. He laughed at her demand and replied in a low tone, "Your...worst...nightmare." Rosemarie's heart began to race as she stared at him. Then she began to run, her long, auburn hair flowing in the wind behind her. She got as far as the end of the street before he caught up to her. Grabbing her by the waist, he slammed her into the ground with such force, that Rosemarie was almost knocked unconscious. She turned and looked up at him with her bright green eyes, hoping to find a trace of mercy in his face. There was none. He looked down at her and smiled, revealing his long, pointed canines. "Goodie,' he sneered, ' I win." Rosemarie started to scream, but was cut of when he dug his teeth into her throat. It's over; she thought, then closed her eyes and went limp.