I’ll get you help

You are horrified your sweet, compassionate, Carrie has become some kind of monster.

“Carrie, this isn’t you. I’ll get you help.”

“So condescending, so disloyal, So controlling. I’m glad, it’s going to make this all the more fun.”

You see her fangs lengthen even more.

You are terrified.

She grins evilly.

With lightning speed she strikes you neck driving her fangs into your jugular.

You scream. The part of the legend where a vampire’s bite feels good is horribly wrong. You’ve never felt anything this painful.

You scream. You try to free your arms. Her grip is too strong. If you weren’t in so much pain her slurping would make you sick.

Your give a gurgling scream. You are growing weaker by the moment. Carrie’s sucking slows. She seems to be savoring every painful gulp.

You feel your heartbeat grow irregular. She gets up off of you. You see her lick your life’s blood off her lips. She smiles wickedly.

You watch pull out her cell phone, as your heart stops.

“Send a clean up crew, 1412 Elm Way please. No, no special needs. Just dump the body...”

Blackness engulfs you. You are dead, but at least you are free of The Company.

The End