The night closes in around me as I walk through the park and the fog drifts around my feet. A tingling up my spine causes my feet to move faster, nearly tripping me. A sudden noise in front of me makes me stop. Looking around myself, wondering if I am delusional, and fairly certain I am, something brushes my shoulder, and I whip around to see nothing. I shake my head at myself and continue walking quickly, a small adrenaline rush going through my body, urging me on. A hand clamps over my shoulder and I spin around to stare into bottomless black eyes that seem to bore into my very soul. He grabs my hand gently and leads me, to my own surprise, without protest, to a nearby bench and pushes me down. My senses return to me and I jump up again, suddenly intent on demanding what he wanted. I look at him, opening my mouth to speak, and see a commanding, stunning stare compelling me to sit back down. He continues to stare through me, not seeming to notice I am there, and still I can't speak. Just as suddenly as he came upon me, he was beside me on the bench, talking frantically and certainly in another language, because my mind wouldn't register what he was saying, or didn't want to. When I realized he was warning me, I woke up from the state I was in, (what else could you describe it as) I understood. He wanted me to do something. But what? And then he took my head in his hands, tilted it to the side, and slowly brought his lips to my neck. At the last instant it clicked in my brain, almost audibly. As the thought entered my head, too late, I felt the pressure at my neck and his teeth pierced my skin and with frightening clarity the blood draining, being leached from my veins. That is the night I died.... Well almost.