Death at Teatime

As I sat enjoying my bedtime tea I heard a light tapping at my cabin door. I begrudgingly made my way across the cold room to receive my uninvited guest. I had the door opened the slightest bit when a pale hand forced it wide open revealing red sunken eyes on an equally pale face. The scent of moldy earth filled my nose as the cold wind from outside blew his stringy hair in my direction. A wide, menacing grin stretched across his mouth revealing sharp, jagged teeth yellowed from age. In this moment the realization that I was standing face to face to my demise struck me like a lightning bolt, my heart pounding, my knees had gone weak. With a speed my eyes couldn't follow he wrapped his gnarled fingers around my throat, digging his black fingernails into my skin he drew me to the ground flat on my back. I smelled blood and rancid heat on his breath as he hovered his face rigidly close to mine. Neither of us spoke a word. I should have been fighting him off with everything I had, but I was quite literally paralyzed with fear…why wasn’t I fighting? Letting out a light moan he bit me, sinking his razor teeth into my jugular and fuck it hurt! I lay there basically welcoming him to drink me to death. He drank the entirety of my blood, he sucked out every drop. My body was cold, the room had grown as dark as night and all I could think was, “Why didn’t I fight?”