The Bloodsucker!

The Bloodsucker!

She held me in an iron grip holding my wrists down. I stared at her red lips trying to scream. My vocal cords were transfixed and no sound would come out. My terror-stricken mind could vaguely recognize her face. 

She bent down and buried her face on my neck. She bit my jugular and started sucking out blood. Suddenly I woke up with a scream. I  got out of my bed in shock and felt my neck gingerly. I could feel the smooth skin and sighed with relief. Just a dream! 

I walked out into the garden full of glorious flowers. Suddenly my attention was caught by the scarecrow standing at the center. I looked at the scarecrow’s face and realized it was her face that had appeared in my dream. I walked up to her. I looked her in the eye and said, ‘You witch! So you want to drink blood?’

Suddenly her glistening red lips caught my attention. Instinctively I reached out and ran my finger along her lips. I pulled back sharply as a red liquid stuck to my finger. I sniffed at my finger. With a start of terror, I realized it was blood! My blood?  

Author’s Note: This short story is written in response to the photo prompt provided by Anurag Bakshi for Susan’s Sunday Photo Fiction. Find the other entries here.

Author’s Note: I am participating in the #SuperBloggerAcademy linky party by Healthwealthbridge Dr. Amrita and allaboutthewoman Dr. Bushra

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