Running from the vampires in the everlasting forest, Milya turns and flings hair out of her eyes. Staring, searching for signs, she isn't terrified so much as she is determined to outwit this foe.
Can't see a thing. Do they have invisibility? Are they, right now, standing beside her, waiting for the right turn of her head, to make their leap onto her neck? Is she doomed already?
Resuming her run she turns again, and skids right into the black cloaked stranger standing, where else, but behind her. Grinning, he opens his arms, and enfolds her into his cloak.
"You seem a bit chilled, my lovely," he says, his green eyes shining.
"Here, let me warm you up a bit," he offers as she melts forward into the glow of his heat.
Writing by Regina Stemberger