An Encounter Of The Were-Vamp

There is a terrifying grip hold over my chest as the Bloodluster behind me has me firmly pinned with one arm and reaching for the blade that has fallen next to my side. 

I have not been able to even utter but one word as the moment of coming near to my death starts to overwhelm every bone in my body. And every bone is what this creature is squeezing with the utmost force trying his best to keep me in place. 

Yet in front of me, there is another that is trying to snap his teeth at me while he grows ever so close to my face. All I can smell is their rotten breath and the blood that is still sitting fresh on his clothes.