Leslie gives a smile that sends fear coursing through you which is quite an impressive feat for a girl that looks like a character that fell out of a teen drama show. "No, you don't really look the vampire type. You look a lot more like a late night snack. In fact I'm willing to bet you taste like one too!" Leslie said as she dropped out of the air and landed deftly on her booted feet. Without thinking you try to run as your most basic survival instincts take over, panicking in the face of imminent death. As you reach for the door however you are stopped against your will as every muscle paralyzed involuntarily when the little vampire girl playfully said two words. "Stop running."
Leslie laughed at your helplessness as she walked towards you in a casual strut. "One of the many perks of being a vampire is getting complete hypnotic control over anyone I've bitten or anyone I currently have eye to eye contact with. It helps when morsels like you try do something stupid like try to flee or get help." Leslie said while rubbing your cheek teasingly. "Now then, get in my belly!" She said in such an over the top Scottish accent you'd call her out as being a racist if it weren't for the fact that you were in the middle of being killed.
Leslie wrapped her hands around your chest tightly and sunk her teeth into your neck painfully. You began to feel nauseous as she drained the life out of your neck pint by pint, unable to run away as blood continued to seep from your wound. Just as you were about to slip into unconsciousness followed very shortly by death something happens. What is it?
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