(this is part of a book Im writting)
Snow crunching from footsteps. The pace quickens as ones
from behind come closer. The heart beating against the ribs.
The steps from behind stop then fade away. A quiet sigh
of relief escapes. Then the snap of twigs from a nearby tree.
Looking up only to see red eyes gleaming in the night. The
mouth curves into a smile, exposing two long white shining
fangs. It's over. Screams fade into the night, as snow is dyed
in blood. Blood on the lips of the figure with red eyes. The
lips still curved into a grin. The attacker left his prey in the
snow while licking the blood from his lips.