The Never Ending Night

In the dead of night, the rain-slicked streets glisten under the light of flickering

street lamps. A tall figure emerges from the mist, his face hidden,

with only piercing glowing red eyes visible. Suddenly, he moves with

inhuman speed, lunging from the darkness, fangs glinting under the weak light.

I run through the alley, heart pounding, as those red eyes follow me

relentlessly in the dark. I reach a faintly lit church doorway,

gasping for breath as I desperately seek out sanctuary. The vampire halts at the threshold,

hissing and retreating into the cold and swirling mist. I realize, even in the