R.E.D.

Where am I? Where did I go? His thoughts passing like the cold breeze that would kick in every night and during winter it would go below freezing levels. A shiver went through his spine as he felt eyes from somewhere watching his every move, as if being stalked by a large predator. Trees surrounded him, so he knew the outskirts were near, but from the darkness made by the trees and night he saw a pair of bright red eyes before him. “This can't be real. You can’t be real,” he muttered and those were his last words. His life flashed before his eyes through the subconscious of his brain, this was his end, his due. He saw himself just a child riding a bike to now, the lowlife bum he had become and now his demise. A creature, so fast, half man-half wolf leaped toward him and pounced on his body. Massive, standing at easily seven to eight feet over Eugene, he was still, like the ice, frozen. A loud howl was given off by the creature. Hair covered him and large teeth gave Eugene the chills, along with its large claws rather than nails. Then with one swift slash to the face, Eugene was dead and bleeding on the trail. The creature mauled at what it could and then quickly left the rest of the body alone. Torn to pieces, with few fragments left to define what Eugene was once. The sound of hoof beats prancing around like a chariot being pulled around the town. A teenager peers out of her window and spies. She is young, and beautiful, a resident of Alta Palma City, her eyes barely open as she wrestles with the sleep that keeps her almost knocked out. The chariot stops in front of her house. A young man steps out and smiles at her, a regular prince charming style of dress code for him, reflecting nicely with the moon. His dark hair combed over to one side, his eyes feel like they are pulling her in like a vortex. She is caught in a draft of beauty and lust for him. He signals her to step out then smiles again. She is still following the current he has to offer. Young and taken by lust; a smile again from the young man, he is not older than twenty-one, perfect age for her actually. Everybody at Bay View High School said she is the most attractive, maybe it was true. Jennifer Love, her last name adding to her attraction. Maybe he is here for me, to take me away from this place and to a huge land with a big castle where I can roam free from rules. Her thoughts betray her in a sense, and she finds herself opening the window of her room and stepping out into the breezy night, barefoot, with only her nightgown to cover her from any shivers that pass by. But the cold does not bother her. A fragment of imagination when one is controlled by a powerful addiction or lust, one can't seem to tell the difference of ethical and unethical, or cold versus hot. She climbs down from her room and jumps out, her feet hit the ground; moisture from the grass touch her heels and toes, and the cold wind sends a signal of shiver through her spine. Pause. She stares, as does the enhanced looking gentleman, then he gives another of his smiles at her. So handsome is he, he must be mine, and only mine. Greed enters her thoughts but in a matter of seconds, in a blink of an eye, she is tilted in mid-air her prince charming holding her with his arms a quick open of his mouth and fangs appear in triple of the regular tooth size. She is caught in a daze and begins to feel light then lighter as the “kind gentleman” drains her blood from her carotid artery located on the neck. A slow drop to the ground as Jennifer Love remains pale like the white snow. Her eyes show no sign of struggle. In fact it is as if she were in a fantasy world. The gentleman walks quietly, not making a single sound against the grass of the front lawn. Into the chariot again and slowly the horses begin to trot and pick up a little more speed until they are gone like the wind.