He watches you from the darkness, stealing away from
your eyes. His aura exhuming lust and greed, fuming with hate. His posture changes, to a pounce than a stance. Crimson eyes watch you carefully, seeking your weaknesses. A passing car could give him away, shining its bright lights across his face, pale as snow, and lips red as cherries. He smiles at You, and walking softly, he grabs you from behind, holding your mouth closed so you can't scream in terror, or talk of surrender. He hisses in your ear, and whispers your name. Pain shoots through your neck for a split second and the fades into sweet, delicious tingling. You start to swoon, for