THE VAMPIRE

One dark and cold night. A young girl hurries the passage towards his house. She is a high, blond, very nice girl. She is carring paintings done by herself. Her passion always was the painting, although it dedicated itself to another thing by diverse circumstances of the life and now it has returned to take the brushes. They come from an art gallery, has liked their work, will expose it next week, but it has there been more time of the one than it hoped and it has become late, it was dark. Rumors of many died girls run, run rumors of monsters at night, run rumors... It hears a roar, something guttural. Its heart begins to bark strongly. A shade in the dark sees move. It moans scared. Her breathing becomes faster. Their eyes escuecen, have filled to him of blood injected by their fear. Then in front she sees two red points. A cloud moves leaving sun rays them that bounce in the moon illuminate the street. Then it sees it, the red points are the pupils of a high man. It smiles sadistically letting glimpse sharpened eyeteeth. The girl screams terrified and catch of the panic. The monster amuses itself with the terror of the girl. The Gentleman at night knows well his power, to instill terror to his victims paralyzing them. Its own fear leaves them like statues incapable to save nor to offer resistance. The Vampire opens its mouth and it is arranged to bite the girl. But this one reacts and strikes to the monster in the face with its portalienzos. In all his existence through the centuries, never a victim has been able to move in her presence, much less to reveal itself against him. The girl with her heart on the edge of exploding, screams . She has never surrendered before no difficulty in all her life. The terror has become fury. The Gentleman at night screams driven crazy, the frustration has struck his pride, his security in if same disappears. Its mind becomes cloudy, attacks like the animal that is. Not even it watches his victim. A pain in its chest, and suddenly sees it. A small promotional wood brush nailed in its heart. It raises the head, watches her, the prey became predator. The face of the Vampire reflects the deepest terror. Single it knew a face this, the one that it instilled in his victims. But now it knows the other face, it lives it, he is the latest that lives before dying surrounded in flames. The girl still scared and walk running itself of the place. The Gentleman at night died terrified. It was his weapon against if same, instilled the terror in his victim who untied the fury that killed it. And before dying he knew... the terror.