'A long way from home, stranger.' the voice is somewhere between silk and a summer breeze as you turn around to see a crouched young woman, probably somewhere in her early or mid-twenties, only with what looked like nine golden fox-tails. Blonde, sharp, almost piercing eyes looking right at you, lacking intimidation and dripping with intrigue, 'Car broken down? Lost in the woods?'
Smoke and mist; you can't tell what is what, and you feel yourself frozen to the spot. Your mind races at a mile a second, screaming that to run right now would be suicide; to flee and turn your back to her would mean only damnation for your eternal soul. The air chills; the wind howls. You don't move. You don't dare raise a muscle.
'Scared but not running? Strange one you are, stranger.' she laughs; it echoes further than the woods. You don't have to check; you just know. You also know that no one's coming, 'It's about midnight and I'm pretty starved; now, question is...'
You feel two arms locking around your waist and realize she's not there anymore. A warm breath against your ear shakes you to your core; a small laugh nearly causes you to faint. The hands grip into your clothes and you feel skin against your neck and trace of fangs.
