Your legs scream out as you sprint. The cold, frigid air scrapes your throat and chills your lungs with each breath. What just happened? You were driving, on the way home after a night out, and you skidded on ice. At least, you thought you did. In reality, in was intentionally, meticulously spilled grease. You crashed, and as soon as you got out of your car, you were face to face with a woman, her nails like claws, and two fangs in her smile. You instinctively shoved her and booked it. How long have you been running? You look over your shoulder, big mistake. You trip, and she's on top of you.

She hisses between breaths, "You...cowardly...scum. Go... ahead... and, huah, beg me. It won't, hoo, save you."