Chapter Three

I hate this place. I always have, ever since I was bitten by my first Vampire. It has always been a very cold and dark environment, not very welcoming or heartwarming to its visitors. But alas, here I am, again in the very place in which I loathe so dearly, and hiding, like a coward. The sun was nowhere near rising, so I knew that I had plenty of time before I had to find a shelter to reside in until the Night, so I decided to take a brisk stroll through the lush Trees and the Shrubberies. The Landscape around me is abnormally dark, barely visible enough to be seen by the moonlight, to an extent in which I cannot see what is ahead of me. And, the further I went, the more Menacing the shadows became, growing more and more vile and fierce with every step, I could not help but to be a bit paranoid and in fear for my life.
The scraping and rustling from before began to return, but this time, it was growing louder and louder by the moment. I begin to look around, noticing how everything looked as if it could harm me in any way, until I come across a Deer poking out from behind a Tree. I began to feel a little more relaxed, before the Deer fell over, its back half bitten clean away, spine jutting out like a railroad Spike. I nearly leap from my Boots and draw my Blade, hands trembling and shaking violently, the sweat belting from my brow. I pivot around my spot, looking around for anything that could harm me, but I see nothing. I turn back to look at the Deer half, and witness that the corpse had been missing. Not a streak of blood or torn piece of flesh in sight. When I turn back around, I am instantaneously grabbed by the throat and hoisted up by a creature that I had never saw before...
The Beast was twice to three times as tall as me, had clawed hands, which resembled Paws, and the facial complexity of a Rabid Snow Wolf. It was only then I realized what I had been up against: A Lycan. Full-blood, seemingly out to hunt at the full moon, and from the situation, I was his next meal. The Lycan neared his horrifying face at mine, breathing on me, and sniffing me. His breath was that of a thousand rotten Corpses, and I nearly gagged at the very stench. I did my best to wriggle free, only to have the grip around my throat tightened. I could feel my bones grow cold, and I could see the land around me fade in color, and I knew I had to escape, otherwise I would be a pile of Mincemeat. I drew my Blade as best as I could, and placed it horizontally at the Lycan’s wrist, pushing down as hard as I could with both hands, cutting him brutally.
The Beast roared in pain, dropping me like a Sack of Rocks and grasping his hand fiercely. This was my only chance to flee, but I could not. For once, I began to feel…ity, for the hurt beast. So I picked up my Sword, and readied myself. The Lycan looked at me with an intense hatred in his frozen orbs that were considered eyes, ready to tear me into many separate pieces, as he charged me, claws drawn.
I managed to barely slip away from the charge, tucking and rolling to the side. Unfortunately, the Lycan was faster than myself, and had already turned around to tackle me. In mere moments, I have a very large and violent Wolf-beast on top of me, attempting to rip my head from my shoulders. I manage to kick him off of me, and jump back up, returning the favor and leaping at him, thrusting my blade forward, jamming it into the Lycan’s chest in a fountain of Crimson hatred. The Lycan let out a shrill outburst of pain and anguish, giving me enough time to climb on top of him and stare him directly in the eye. There we sat, staring at each other. Until finally, his Expression turned from anger, to downright fear, before I plunged my Sword further and ended his life. I remove my blade, flicking off a portion of the rended flesh and blood, and I swipe a finger across it, licking at the Savory red liquid, before turning and heading deeper into the Forest.