Rain poured down on the small city of Turnstown. It was quite like a ghost town with empty streets. No one drove down the road and no one occupied the streets except for a young woman who was walking down the sidewalk with a frown on her face and walked with hips that any man would love to have his hands on. She had blonde hair that she wore in a tight bun and passed a skyscraper that was at least four hundred feet tall and gave off a sinister look.
The woman froze as she heard a drop of liquid hit the pavement and she whirled around. Nothing. Nothing was there at all. She was being paranoid but, she couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong. When the woman turned back around she was shocked to see a figure standing a couple of feet away from her. It was misty outside and soon it began to rain. The woman kept her distance and chewed the bottom of her lip. Something was up and was making her body tingle all over.
“Hello my sweet.” Suddenly, an orgasmic feeling welled up within inside the woman as she felt a sharp pain sink into her neck. She squirmed as a cold hand grabbed her breast while the other covered her mouth. The hand on her breast slid down her skirt as a snake would slither down a tree branch. She then squeaked like a mouse as the figure grabbed her middle. “How do I make you feel?” The figure slowly moved his hand away from the lady’s mouth and she uttered out, “W-who are you?” The figure let out a chilling laughter that made the woman’s spine tingle. “I am your protector.” The woman dropped to the ground and the figure wiped at its mouth with the sleeve of its jacket and blood dropped from his elongated pearly white blood stained fangs.
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