She pauses in her flight, grasping the aged bark of the nearest tree. The scratchiness is a relief against her palms. She promises herself only a moment’s rest. She could almost imagine a searing pain with every inhale, imagine the thud of her heart going twice it’s normal rate. She places her hand over her chest for a moment, it was time to go.
Tracked. Hunted like an animal. She pauses a second her trained ears straining for the sounds of footsteps. The soft movements of grass blades, the distant snap of a twig. Nothing. She feels a moment of relief. Maybe she lost him after all. Then she stands and hears it, someone running. And he’s so close.
Desperation fuels her and she runs. She knows it’s impossible to outrun him, even though under normal circumstances she could. He saw to that. Then she feels the hot breath on the back of her neck.
He throws her back against the tree like she is a small child. Normally she would push back and fight. Normally she would have no problem stopping him.
She is tired. So tired. Tired of running, of hiding only to be found again and again. Now they were here, his dagger merely inches from her chest.
“You’re scum.” His look says it all. The words unnecessary.
“You are the one chasing me down like an animal.” She snarls, using the last ounce of energy. Refusing to back down.
He grips her face, pinching her jaw open exposing the curved fangs at the roof of her mouth. “That’s all you are Vampire, a twisted, hungry animal.”
It’s the last words she hears before the wooden dagger thrusts into her chest.
©2013 Erin Cole
Erin Cole is a student at Grand Valley and spends her free time studying, writing, and painting. She does not spend her free time hunting down vampires (or the humans that hunt them). She has enjoyed writing since she was four years old.