Snippet #2416736

Arcadia shivered, and not with the cold. Her eyes were wide with confusion, her lips tinged with blue. She realized exactly what he had just said. "the number of vampires have increased." Her eyes fixed on the sharp, pointed fangs escaping from the second boy's mouth. Frozen with fear and cold, Arcadia looked up into the eyes of both boys. Red. They were both variations of red. The vision was burned into her memory with fear, and Arcadia almost couldn't move. But she had to. She stood up shakily, and only then did she realize her woolen glove had been sliced open by the fall and there was a small trickle of red across the palm of her hand.

Only then did Arcadia realize who and what she was dealing with. "Y-You a-are b-both-" She cut herself off with a short squeak of fear. She couldn't fight them - Arcadia didn't think that ballet moves and piano chords would do much harm. She couldn't run, they would most definitely be caught by them. But, exactly how fast were these vampires? Could they outrun a horse? She thought up a plan. All she needed to do was get on the horse.

She looked around, looking for some way to get out of that impossible, but deadly situation. The horse was about 20 feet away. Most likely too far. But if Arcadia stuck around she wouldn't be very alive to decide to run or not. She had to decide. And she had to decide now. She bolted across the snow towards the horse, hoping her luck would hold. Which it probably wouldn't.