Something sharp pressed against my throat, and a gloved hand covered my mouth.
I bit one of the covered fingers, my canine fangs drawing blood. I resisted the urge the lap it up as the stranger cursed and backed away.
I cautiously moved closer to him, noticing a black hood covered his face. Moving with impossible speed, I moved forward and flipped off the hood. I gasped at the sight before me. This was not human. This was a monster only heard of in the stories my mum told me to scare me.