Prologue

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5 years earlier

I was running. Not knowing where I was going. Not knowing how long I've ran. It doesn't matter. All that matters is I get away. Away from this beast.

I cut the through the graveyard into the woods. Why did I just do that? All the time in the horror movies, the dumb teens run into the woods, away from civilization. And guess what, they die. I just sealed my fate.

I run faster, causing the beast to run faster. I trip over a, what did I trip overThere's nothing there. This isn't a stupid horror movie. I try to get up, but I can't. I think I twisted my ankle.

Grrrr

Great, the beast is here. I'm going to die a virgin. It could be worse. No it couldn't. If I get out of this I'm going to have loads of sex.

It came closer inch by inch. I'm dying a virgin. It stands on its back hind legs and howls toward the full moon.

It opened it's mouth and can down upon me. "You're mine now," the beast whispered into my ear. It was a husky, low growl of a voice.

It can talk? It shouldn't surprise me. Then it bites down on my neck. As I start to zone out, I peer into its glowing emerald green eyes.

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