Just a horror story I wrote...

       My combat boots slammed against the pavement. The beats of my heart grew faster and faster as I ran from some type of monster. I hadn't even gotten a glimpse of the thing, but I could sense it the creature and hear its loud footsteps behind me. My breathing became heavy.

    I ran down an alley. The monster closely followed, and I came to a dead end. Thinking quickly, I started climbing up vines that had grown on the side of a building. My long, jet-black hair got in my mouth due to the wind going through the alley. Soon, I no longer heard footsteps behind me, but the beating of wings. I didn’t look back; it would just slow me down.

    I soon came to the top of the tall building. Pulling myself onto the roof, I continued running. The beating wings behind me soon went back to footsteps. I leaped from rooftop to rooftop, but soon came to a gap that I couldn’t jump. This would be the end. I knew it. So, I reluctantly looked back at the creature following me.

    What I saw amazed me. A tall, pale-skinned, dark-haired man stood in front of me. His dark eyes looked to be in pain. I stumbled back, stunned, and fell over the edge of the building. The man ran towards me as I fell to the dark street and my death. He jumped after me, grabbing my falling body. His eyes glared red, and he quickly sank his large fangs into the flesh of my neck.

    I woke up later in a dark, small, confined space. My hands pushed up to reveal that it was a coffin, and then pushed the lid open. I then found myself in a cave. A person stood not too far away, their back towards me. I approached the person to find that it was the man. He grinned, his fangs showing, and said “Welcome to your new life, my bride.”