“Why must you do this to me?” I asked the man in front of me.
“I want you.”
He had a choice. He did not have to do this, but I knew he would. He was too far gone to stop now.
His sharp nails sliced through my back and I could see blood on them. I could not scream. I was too scared.
He was a Night Man, the ones that forced us to lock our doors if we wished to see the next day.
Fear filled my blood. He would kill me, and I would not see the day again. He came at me with his fangs. They clamped down on my throat. A thrill shot through me as my life left me.
My name is Gwen. I am part of the day no more. I am a Child of the Night.