The hell with it, you're gonna run! Taking a deep breath you bolt towards the door only to be easily caught.
"Impudent child," Lacroix chides. "Never -run- from a vampire, it never works you know."
Since he seems to be waiting for an answer, you squeak
something back.
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He laughs
softly, then bends down and rubs what you guess must be fangs along your
throat. He doesn't break the skin though.
You tremble. He laughs. Everything goes black. |
You sit up and bed and finger the bandage at your throat, "Strange that I just hurt the right side of my neck." You mumble, but the nurses just smile and tell you in a somewhat monotone manner that it's very common. Then they leave to let you rest up.
Later that afternoon, someone delivers a dozen white roses, the card reads, "Never run from me again."
You have no idea what it means, but you make mental
note to pick up a baseball bat and a pit bull on the way home.
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