do I dare?
I thought
as I stared death in the eyes. I saw a dark soul. empty but scary. I was blown away by the fear I felt when I saw this horrible.
horrible.
dangerous creature.
it growled and told me “you must come with me” in a slow yet unsettling tone.
I didn’t want to so I turned and ran down the street as fast as I could! scared for my life!
I ran in the middle of the road, it was foggy for a what felt like miles.
when my adrenaline finally wore off. I finally ran out of breath. panting and tired, I stopped to look back.
I was relieved when I didn’t see it behind me. I took a deep breath of relief Then I turned back to the path away from death.
I was safe. I got away
I finished turning back,
And there death was again!
Right in front of me.
Towering over me with a grin like the joker and teeth that seemed to be nails!
A dark cloak on its back and fingernails as long and as sharp as pitch forks..
he was a scary creature..
hunched over and 7 feet tall.
this thing was not here to help..

but why was he here? to take me?

As I stood there is disbelief it said once more “you must come with me”
I begged and asked “Why me, w w why me”
as I began to cry profusely.
I kept pleading in hopes death could see my sadness and think twice about taking me away.

Death reached out with one arm and viciously yanked me closer. I could feel the warmth of his ghostly breath and could smell the eroma of nothingness…
he spoke very quietly and said slowly in a demonic tone…
“ either come with me … or do me a deed”
a deed? I thought.
I paused as his grip tightened on my arm.. it’s fingernails were slowly sinking into my flesh as I screamed and cried and said
“OKAY OKAY ILL DO IT, JUST PLEASE STOP HURTING ME”.
whilst still whimpering and pleading it looks me dead into my soul and said nothing. just silence. but I could look away.
I eventually I said softly
“what do you need from me”
it’s grip loosened.
it’s hand let off and it took a step backwards.
it’s face looked less menacing but still had me worried and terrified.
I look down at my arm dripping blood🩸 from its grasp. a moment passed.
than heard a faint whisper come from it.
“I need to feed” it said
I was confused so I asked again
“how can I be of any help?”
“do you need me to hunt for you?”
“I Don’t get it?”
“I’ll do anything… just please let me live…”
I said.

and in a creepy and quiet tone the beast whispered “no. I need you and your tasty …
juicy… life giving… blood.”

“ okay fine,” I said
“just take what you need , just let me live” I whispered as I stuck out my dripping arm as if I were to let it suck the blood from it..
it said in a creepy tone
“wise decision”
and swooped in fast!
grabbed my arm with both claws! piercing the rest of my arm, as it’s mouth hovered only inches away from my bloody arm 🩸
I was still crying and it looks me in my eyes..
smiles with a nasty grin and it’s mouth slowly begins to widen inch by inch
seconds go by and with each second it’s mouth get wider and scarier.
it’s mouth now the size of a basketball… with teeth like nails and it’s clearly drooling over my flesh and blood..
it’s mouth open wide as he looks me dead in the soul!
it looks down at my arm and imidiatly
Slams it’s face into my flesh!
I scream!
I cry!
I kick!
I yank!
but it has me good.
and it sucks viciously and sucks harder and harder on my arm!
I can feel the blood gushing into it’s mouth and it’s tongue wriggling within the walls my arm..
I begin to lose consciousness and collapse to the floor as it’s still holding me up by my arm and sucking my very being from my flesh!
My vision gets darker after a few minutes pass and I’m now looking up at this creature. questioning everything..

it finally unclenched it’s jaw from my arm and looked back into my eyes once more. it’s claws slowly retreat from my flesh as I fall to the floor like a limp half dead animal.
I lay on the cold stiff road below me.
looking up at the tall scary thing standing before me..
I watch as this creature slowly turns back into a normal human.
it took only seconds.
it’s face changed first.
and soon it’s claws disappeared.
next it’s posture strengthens and stand up straight.
and now looks like a normal person.
now confuses and still on the floor bleeding, it’s still pretty foggy so it’s hard to see who he is but the more I look…
the more I think..
it’s dark but I kind of looks like me..
it ..
it is me..
i looked it in the eyes once more
and….
it was me .
then…

BANG my whole reality shifted in a flash.


I turn into it.
I’m now looking down at the old me dripping blood and dead in the street.
I felt proud and thankful to be alive! I still remember the pain and the horror of what just happened only seconds ago but I don’t care because It was just myself, draining myself.
I just needed to feed..







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