scary story

The back alley was dark and litter with paper from the big black dumpster that had been left open. Why I put myself threw this kind of torture I had no idea, but it was the shortest way home. On occasion I would run across a homeless person who was searching threw the several dumpster for food. This alley was behind a few restrauntes and had the left over food from those places.

Tonight though it was quiet. A little too quiet for my liking. I perferred to hear noises and see people when I ventured down here. It kept my mind from running wild. People were always warning me that women should not walk down dark alleys alone at night, but I could take care of myself. What others didn't know was that I was one of the creatures that people feared, that people told stories about to scary children while sitting around a camp fire. I was a monster. A living, breathing, walking ledgend. I was what most would call a vampire, but I was not to be feared. Most humans had no idea what true vampires are. The real vampires of this world are not like myself. Humans call my species vampire, but we aren't the vampire. The real vampires are serial killers that live for the pure thrill of the hunt. They are cunning and even smarter than I. They are adrenaline junkies that live for the moment. Not nessarily for the kill. They will kill you but the kill wont be a quick one.

Lost in thought I continued to walk toward home. The smells from the different foods that were served in the restruants filled my nose making my mouth water. Then out of then, in the shadows of the night hidden quietly crouching and waiting it struck. How could I have been so careless. The 200 lb, 6'8 vampire was on me. I knew the more I fought the hard the creature would fight. It would feed off the adrenaline rush I would get from the struggle. All I could see what the pale blue eyes that where almost white. The rest of the monster blended perfectly in with the shadows even though it was on top of me.

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The next thing I knew I was hanging from a stone wall with thick chains. Blood was pooring down my head, but I couldn't get my arms down far enough to wipe the thick iron smelling fluid away from eyes. It was cold, damp and I could hear water dripping. Then I senced it. Hidden in the shadows was my attacker, waiting patietly to strike again.