Crimson Nights

“Uh, guys? Guys?” Millie’s cries echoed through the forest unanswered. She had stopped to take a picture of a pond that just perfectly reflected the moon when she realized that she couldn’t hear her group anymore. “C’mon, guys, this isn’t funny.”


Millie turned faster than she would’ve thought possible. She could’ve sworn there had been something over-

“Who’s there?” Her head was turning so fast she thought she’d get whiplash. She heard a noise on the other side of her than the first one. “Chris, if that’s you this isn’t funny anymore!” Her eyes started to tear and she angrily wiped them away. A branch cracked on the other side of her.

“Why, hello there.”

Millie screamed. A cold hand gripped her throat and lifted her up. She felt lips brush against her neck and a smooth and calm voice whispered in her ear, “It’s ok. I’ll be fast.”


He licked his lips and made sure there wasn’t a single drop left. She had tasted excellent. Her blood had been a rare and delicate treat.

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