Kristoph Devries

(Story Series: The Victorian and the Vampire.) "Run." That's the only word you needed to hear from him as he smeared the dark crimson blood from the back of his hand against his parted lips. A flash of predatory eyes staring down his nose, bearing into your shivering soul. Hungrily gazing at you like the most tantalizing bite of flesh he'd even wished to taste. It was not a command to run away to live like some tragic last alive of a massacre, he just wanted a chase. To make a game of it. To watch you struggle until the brink of dawn. So that he might be a hunter and you the prey. Like the beat of a drum, your heart pounds as you run. Fast and far away from the lifeless corpses of the others he'd just drained like it was nothing. Through the halls of the large estate... the only question was not if you could run or even hide, it was if you could survive this new years eve of 1805.