I could feel his hand tightening around my throat and I wanted to struggle. I really did want to, but even I as I kicked at him, I could feel the strength leaking out of my body. I could barely draw a breath and I knew he would crush my neck soon.

As I fought to keep my eyes open, I knew that I was nothing more than another victim. Whatever I had been to him that day in the meadow, it didn’t stand a chance against the blank, animalistic need that swirled in those horrible red eyes. It never did.

I was too numb to feel the pain. Too numb to ever realize that he had probably let go and I could breathe if I could just remember how. But not numb enough not to feel my neck being ripped at—plunged into.

Despite the burning pain that ripped at my chest, I couldn’t help but remember how the creature that now pinned me to the cold wall had once been gentle. It didn’t exist now, but as I succumbed to darkness I could almost feel his hands fluttering down my spine and his warm arms encircled around me. Good bye…