It's 1992, September 3, 2 pm; Silvia August has turned eighteen; a beautiful black-haired girl with thin, sleek black hair, light in complexity, eyes as blue as the ocean, five feet seven, is on her way home from the library. She takes her usual path, a narrow road close to the beach, with white sand and a mountain on the opposite side, shades the narrow road for at least a mile and a half.

Silvia is holding her books tight against her chest; unlike other days walking this road on a Thursday, something doesn't seem right; the clouds are thick and have covered the mountain and the road, and Salvia can barely see anything; cars passing are driving with their headlights on.

Today on her wait home, it was quieter than usual cars that passed were only two; while walking, wearing a white silk short skirt, and a black waistcoat jacket, with her long black hair in a spiral over her shoulder, she was thirty minutes from home, Salvia tightened her grip to the book as her knuckles had turned white, her heart started racing as she picked up speed walking faster.

She had walked this route many times, with fear and anxiousness and the foggy clouds covering the road; she walked blindly following, and there were sudden hissing sounds around her. Salvia backed against the wall as her heart pounded; she had never felt this frightened.

Looking around frantically, she screamed, "who is out there?"

There was no response; she caught something at the corner of her eye, and the hissing became louder.

A prick of fear

These thoughts are like needles jabbing at her skin

Fear/ sweat prickles over her skin

All of her anxieties come tumbling back

Dizzying sense of anxiety

It sends a brusque bolt of shock right through her

A bullet of panic rises in her throat

Eyes darkened with worry

Darkness gathered in her eyes and filled it

Her stomach flips

Paralyzed by fear

Consumed by paranoia

Vibrating with anxiety

Wobbling with shock

Fear crawls over her body, prickling her skin

Fear squeezes the air from my lungs

A blind panic

Worry gnaws away at her

She sighs with despair

An icy cold calm washes over Salvia's chilling thoughts

She feels desperate despair, a rush of fear as her stomach churns, and panic surges. Feeling a dull ache in her chest as her throat squeezed shut, a deep sense of uneasiness held her rigid she gazed around frantically like a blast of Ice,

There he was, a man in a black tuxedo, who seemed like his in his early twenties, six feet two in height, his sleek hair was combed to the back, he was pale, and his eyes, "his eyes" his eyes were dark and mysterious. She gave him a quick, nervous glance,

Then she calmly smiled and threw me a warning glance as she drew a sharp breath.

He could hear the slow, dragging beat of her heart. Her heart was clenching with dread; she felt a sharp bolt of fear as she fluttered with panic.

Seeing this mysterious person gave her the chills; there was something sinister about him, something devious, something that turned her to enjoy this particular danger, fear, and desperation of the unknown mysterious figure staring right at her. She made terrible, strangled sounds.

For a moment, she felt as if I couldn't breathe

The weight of her anxiety and fear chilled her heart

Her face was a mask of alarm. Feeling her spirits sink, her chest felt constrict as she swallowed hard

She was frowning with worry

He was overcome by a flat sense of darkness that paralyzed her, like her shoes were legs weighed a ton; as her heart gave a lurch hampering in her chest, she looked at him moving closer with fear in her eyes

Rigid with fear and choked with horror.

Harassing anxiety frozen in silence

There was a faint note of hysteria in her eyes as her nerves were on fire; his eyes were lined with darkness. His aura set fear into her, spiking her thoughts with the need for vulnerability for words that couldn't escape her mouth. She watched with numb horror as he came walking closer and closer.

Tumbling with anxiety, her eyes were flat with the resignation of despair and emptiness. Feeling the cursing wave of despair, her face grew dramatically stricken as muscles stiffened, and panic bloomed in her chest; his eyes were big and dark, drawing her fear into calmness as anxious expectancy rose in her chest. She turned pink with distress.

Her insides dropped with disappointment and fear, a mixed race of emotions ravaged with despair. Chagrined, his face was flat and white

throats clenched as her breath caught in her throat

Her eyes jumped with fear

He went cold at the thought

A tingling dread crept through her body

He glanced urgently at her, eyes wide, sweat beading on his lip, and his heart was thundering as his face turned grey. The words of vulnerability thudded in his skull, and dread crawled up his spine

He stepped up to her pushing her against the rock as his pulsed race filled with dread, a shuddering sigh churning in his gut. He took a hot, impatient breath and kissed her neck. Her blood went cold as she shut her eyes, praying it was a dream. A "nightmare"

He saw a glint of fear in her eye, a twinge of fear

Her insides tightened fear prickled at the base of my spine.

Her pulse skyrocketed as her knees buckled.

Panic roared through her as she felt sharpness in her neck. She felt a tingling course through her

Her voice was shaking. "Please let me go." She pleaded as her stomach / Legs/insides turned to jelly

Her voice became frozen in my throat

The hair on her arms/back of her neck stands up.

Anxiety gnaws at with panic as her heart jackhammers; her mind roars with panic

When she startled awake, the shrill sound made her heart take flight as her throat thickened and her heart buckled, a tangled mass of anxiety.

She felt sick with fear, the hairs on her arm prickle

With a sense of menace, they stare in silent horror

His face was white as he tasted the sweetness of her sweat on her neck.

Her eyes wide with fear, she felt the blood drain from her face as his sharp teeth pushed through her skin; it felt like a snake bite, the burning sensation streaming through her veins; she shared,

Sweating with nerves, he looked at her, running his index finger over her lips as he signed and hissed; her body was shaking as anxiety, spiking a clutch of fear at her heart. She felt lightheaded as if she might be sick. He feels a tremor of power go up his spine; the ensuing silence is one laden with terror

She felt the bile rising in her throat

Her adrenaline surges, frozen in disbelief as the chill creep over her like cold fingers over her body

Adrenaline shoots through her system her heart begins to beat wildly

Her heart knocking at her ribs, she blanches slightly

With a suggestion of panic, he takes a sharp breath and sinks his teeth deeper into her neck.

Fear rushes over her, a dark, suffocating wave

Cold fingers of fear brushed against her neck

Bile rose in her throat

Her heart was thudding at the back of her throat

A mask of blank terror

Something inside her wrenched and soured

A flash of white, hot terror, as her heart seized

She felt a clutch of fear, paper-thin nerves

His legs went weak the longer he sucked on her.

The blind terror on her face as she became weaker

The rising tide of panic with a spark of fear

His knee began to judder

A lick of fear went up his spine; when he heard growling, he stopped and turned around while holding her by the neck with his pointy sharp fingernails.

A stifling wave of fear swept over him, realizing his surrounded by a pack of wolves.

A terrible sickening dread came over her as they moved in closer, growing with their sharp teeth; there was no escape; he had let go of Salvia as she dropped down to the ground, her books scattered around; that's when he noticed the book she was reading was that of a Vampire slayer.

She was immune to his bite. As she stood up, her eyes changed to red.

The sight of her slows his digestion of blood

Fear shimmers through his body. It's hard to breathe

Fury seizes her as panic shoots through him

The panic thrums he took a shaky breath; she was pale and smiled at him; he started coughing blood drastically out, "his blood" her blood poisoned his insides, and his chest tightened

Unease unfurled in his chest

An icy current went up and down his spine. Feeling a sweat cling to the back of his neck, dampening my hair

"Your the" as he kept his hand to his neck. He couldn't breathe chest constricted, and his throat closed; a fist of panic squeezes squeezed through him as he dropped down to his knees.

The pack of wolves moved in closer as they growled; she stood there watching him.

His spine-tingling with fear

She watches him, his nerves splintering as his veins felt inflamed, sticking out by his face and hand. "Your, your." He choked on his words, coughing; Salvia August stood there as the wolves bit chunks of flesh out of his body.

The wolves Jumped on him tearing him to pieces.

As they bit into his flesh, Salvia August leaned down and ripped off his head.