I'm treading through the woods, covered in blood. I'm afraid. I need to escape before it finds me again. I'm stumbling as I walk. I can barely lift my feet as I take each step. The woods are dense, so each time I stumble I reach out to the trees to stop myself from falling, my hands slamming against the coarse, unforgiving bark. My hands are red.

As the trees begin to clear, I see some light. I'm anxious about where the light is coming from, but my fear of being alone is stronger, so I decide to take my chances. I make my way to the source of the light. It's a car. The windows of the car are steamed up but I can make out two figures. One of them must notice me as I hear a muffled scream come from inside.

The door nearest to me opens and a man and woman tumble out. They both jump to their feet quickly, the man shielding the woman with his arm. He warily asks me if l'm okay and if I need help. I tell him that I'm running from something, and that they should leave because it's not safe. He asks me what I'm running from.

But I don't answer. It doesn't matter now, as it's too late. It has finally caught up to me. And as the familiar feeling of bloodlust consumes me, I smile and take a step towards the couple. Now that they can see me more clearly in the light, the man, visibly more panicked asks me "Who's blood is that?"

"Not mine", I reply.