She stops in front of an alleyway, a strange noise drawing her attention. She squints into the darkness, but can make out nothing through the thick shadows. Curious, she steps into the alley, the darkness enveloping her from all sides.
She makes it to the end of the alley, and rests her hand on the chain-link fence standing there. The only sound she can hear is the quiet rattle of the metal structure. She ponders for a moment before turning to leave, but only takes too steps before she is thrown against the wall of a building, mouth covered by a cold, unforgiving hand.
She tries to struggle, but her efforts are in vain. She is pinned against the stone wall by what she assumes is a man, but his strength is inhuman, and his grip on her wrists begins to form a bruise on her pale skin. She looks up and sees two glowing yellow eyes just centimeters from her face, illuminating the face of a terrifyingly handsome man with a wide, malicious grin. His smile reveals two long, deadly-looking fangs.
He presses his mouth against her ear, and she is alarmed to find that no breath comes from him, save from when words pass through his lips; “Shh, don’t struggle, it will be over soon.”
Her eyes widen as he removes the hand from her mouth and hikes up her skirt, sticking his fingers just under the waistband of her lacy panties. Before she can scream, he seals her mouth with his, his cold tongue pushing into her mouth and filling her with the taste of blood.