The fog had settled earlier in the evening, around 10pm. It made the walk home interesting, she huddled in her brown suede trenchcoat. Her hands were stuffed inside her pockets and she made short and quick steps, clearly she was used to walking with people much taller than herself.

Lights loomed out the shady gray and passed her along the road, the lights from the lamp posts were miniscule and really not worth the elecricity that was being wasted on them. Half burned out lights flickering in a dense fog. Do you really expect them to work?

She could hear people talking and laughing on the other side of the street, they sounded half drunk and she shook her head. 12:15 am on a Wednesday, it's just not right. She pulled her MP3 player headphones out of her pocket and placed the earbuds in, and turned it on, wincing as it turned on full blast. It's amazing how loud you get used to something when you're trying to drown the sounds of a gym (which plays what they call music)out.

Turning the music down and picking up the pace slightly, she walks faster. She's always hated walking alone at night. It's not a matter of fearing being kidnapped or raped or anything, it's walking alone in the middle of night. Hey, it's a phobia, who says it has to make sense?

Stuffing her hands back in the pockets, hunching her shoulders a bit she tries to block the wind that is just starting to move in, from her ears. She lets out a large sigh and the air clouds in front of her face, just as if she had let out a lungful of cancerstick. She giggled a little and let out a breathy "Hah!" Just to watch it cloud. Smiling she shakes her head and turns down the street making it one block closer to home.

The hairs on the back of her neck stand up and a hand clamps down hard on her shoulder. Grabbing the hand and bending she throws the man swiftly over her body, she put a lot of effort into it but a black belt in karate didn't hurt either. The man jumped up and lunged at her, a knife glittering in his hand.

He slashed at her and drew first blood. Her hand opened up and began bleeding, she cried out and jerked backwards while he giggled and twirled.

"I gotchoo I did. Wat's the prutty gul goin' ta do now unh? Her soft and genteel hand is all bloodied now," He gigggled again and ran into the fog. She shuddered and withdrew to the edge of the building.

"Leave me Alone!" She cried out, huddling herself into a ball, and rocking back and forth. "please, just leave me alone!" she whimpered a little and looked up as she heard the clacking of high heeled shoes coming her way. There the woman was, fangs dripping with blood as she came nearer.

"We don't want to feed on you dearie, we just want you with us...you'll come you know. Eventually. Why not just give in and come under your own steam, before you get broken like O'keefe did mmm? " Her voice was accented, but much more cultured than the crazy mans voice. Both of them were like Him. The one who kept sending her the dreams. The one who kept coming into her bed at night and laying with her.

The one who scared the shit out of her.

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