Someone just came along

Silas knelt on the ground, his wrists caught in a painful grip held by the girl before him. He could see from his upper vision, a flashed of a cruel smile, her eyes as cold as ice.

Wincing at the pressure on his wrists, Silas glanced at her in confusion. Then all of the sudden, she was staring down at her pale chest, and he noticed a necklace adorned with a red stone nestled between her hidden breasts. The dim light made it hard to see clearly, but the jewelry caught his attention.

Her brows knitted together as she regarded him with a sinister gaze, yet he sensed something deeper lurking within those chilling eyes.

In a hushed tone, she murmured, "After a thousand years, this has to be a coincidence. It can't be him."

Silas felt a hard rock beneath his other hand, and an idea sparked in his mind. He swallowed hard, gripping the rough stone tightly. It felt heavy in his palm, a solid anchor amidst the chaos.

Suddenly, a deep, familiar voice echoed, "Silas, where are you? Silas?"

His heart raced, anxiety clawing at him as he recognized the voice calling out. He turned to the girl, fear creeping into his expression.

Noticing the terror on his face, she responded with a brilliant, sinister smile.

"Hmm. Is he a friend of yours? Another delicious meal, how excellent," she purred, her words dripping with allure.

Silas felt faint, his heart pounding in his ears as the narrow alley closed in around him. Both of them turned toward the alley's entrance, where a figure was approaching.

Silas gasped, his heart thundering like a drum.

Horror washed over him as he recognized his friend, who stood there, brow furrowed, taking in the unsettling scene before him.

A young woman stood in the shadows, her body drenched in crimson, eyes glinting like a serpent's, and white fangs peeking from behind lips stained with dried blood. Her long, wavy black hair cascaded down her back as she loomed over her friend, Silas, who knelt on the ground, a grimace etched on his face. Dread and terror radiated from him, palpable in the air.

"Levi, get out now! GET OUT!" Silas shouted, his voice echoing through the alley.

Suddenly, a rush of air swept past him, and the sharp pain in his wrist vanished, sending him crashing to the ground with a heavy thud. The world around him seemed to stretch, and as he looked up in shock, his heart raced—she was no longer gripping his wrist.

Instead, she was behind Levi, a wicked smile curling her lips as she seized his neck in a vice-like grip. Levi's face contorted in pain as he struggled against her fingers, their eyes locking in a moment of shared terror, two hearts pounding in unison.

Silas stumbled to his feet, bracing himself against the cold brick wall, feeling the sting in his palm where the girl had just licked and the dull ache in his lower back.

"Wait. Don't do anything yet," he urged, his heart sinking.

Then the girl tilted her head, a childlike grin spreading across her face, but it only deepened the sinister aura surrounding her. "Really, why shouldn't I? There are two of you to feast on. The more, the merrier."

A dark glint flickered in her obsidian eyes as she lowered her head, shoving Levi against the wall. He groaned, and she pressed her mouth to his shoulder, her elongated teeth piercing his skin, blood erupting forth. Levi's scream shattered the silence of the alley, a sound filled with pure agony. Silas knows deep in his heart, he would never forget this sound, a scene that would etched within his heart for his whole life. 

Silas could hear the gurgling, the horrific cries of his friend echoing with terror. He watched as Levi trembled, desperately pushing against her, but she remained unmoved, a statue of hunger, savoring each gulp as she drained him of life.

He casts a quick look at the rock in his hand, desperation gnawing at him as he struggles to think of a plan. Taking a deep breath, Silas can hear the girl swallowing hard amidst Levi's anguished cries.

With each step forward, the rhythm of his heartbeat thunders in his ears like a war drum. He halts just behind her, observing the disheveled strands of her black hair cascading over Levi's still form.

Levi's eyes flutter, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness. Silas lifts the rock, a silent prayer in his heart, hoping to catch her off guard and strike her down.

The girl yanked her teeth from Levi's skin with a sickening sound, eliciting a pained groan from him. She spun around, blood smeared across her chin, and Silas recoiled at the grotesque sight, a wave of nausea threatening to overwhelm him. Yet, he couldn't abandon his friend.

Their eyes locked, and Silas was taken aback by the fierce intensity in her dark gaze, his heart racing wildly. He clenched the rock tightly, raising it high.

Her eyes widened slightly, but Silas didn't hesitate; he swung the rock down with all his might, striking her on the head. She released Levi, staggering back as blood began to trickle from her forehead in the dim light.

The rock slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground as he lunged forward, catching Levi's shoulder just before he could collapse. Silas hoisted Levi's arms around his shoulders, struggling to run, the weight of his friend's injuries dragging him down.

Silas felt the immense burden of his friend pressing down on him, his friend's eyes fluttering weakly. He gently slapped Levi's cheeks, desperate to keep him conscious despite the blood loss.

Levi's eyes slowly opened, a groan escaping his lips as pain shot through him. He turned, gasping in panic. Silas grasped his friend's hand, tugging it to draw his attention. Levi met his gaze, fear still evident in his expression.

With a strained voice, Silas urged, "Listen, you need to walk. I can't carry you; you're too heavy. If we want to escape, we have to move quickly."

At Silas's insistence, they pushed themselves to walk faster out of the alley, their steps synchronized with the frantic beating of their hearts, driven by a mix of fear and urgency as they fought for survival.

Suddenly, Silas felt a violent tug from behind, causing him to drop Levi with a thud. A tight grip encircled his neck, stealing the air from his lungs. He clawed at the arms constricting him, the pressure suffocating him both physically and mentally.

He could hear a soft, sharp breath near his ear, feeling the strands of hair brush against him. The presence behind him was ominous, her soft yet firm body pressing against his back, holding him captive.

His heart raced, fear washing over him in waves as he began to lose consciousness, blood rushing in his head. In the darkness, he heard her chilling voice whisper, "Where do you think you're going, handsome? You're going to pay for that."

He struggled to breathe, the grip around his neck tightening, leaving him gasping for air.

Everything began to fade to black as his eyes grew heavy from fatigue and a shortage of air. Her voice became a distant echo. He felt as if he were floating, unaware that he was beginning to descend. The final image etched in his mind was his friend's lifeless form on the ground, motionless in the dim light of night. All that awaited him was a chilling embrace and an endless fear that would haunt his dreams.