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and I valiantly tried to control my gag reflex while I attempted to stare him down.
    “Well, this is an unexpected treat ,” he whispered before his hands latched onto my waist and his fingernails, feeling like claws, dug through my dress and into my skin.
    I tried to scream. I opened my mouth to let out a mother of a wail, but before I could, he pulled me into his sick embrace and shot backwards. Everything blurred, and bile once again built up into my mouth. We stopped suddenly, and in that instant he retracted his claws from my waist and I doubled over, heaving.
    “Weakling,” he seethed, “ You don’t deserve to be amongst our kind.”
    My peripheral vision registered his inhuman leap towards me. I attempted to turn and duck out of the way, but I ended up catching his leap full-on, his body smacking into the front of mine and both of us smashing back into the protruding brick exit in the middle of the rooftop. The thing had hit me so hard that both our bodies cracked against the brick, causing a shower of construction dust to fall around us. My back was painfully molded against wall, and the construction beams were balanced precariously above us, loosened by our jarring crash. My muscles strained and screamed as my arms attempted to keep this thing’s mouth away from me by pressing my hands against his shoulders.
    I knew I was weaker than him. I barely even had the strength to withstand his smashing into me, and my body was going dangerously numb. But I couldn’t give up. I couldn’t die without fighting.
    I forced myself to keep my eyes open as I watched him detach his jaw, turning his blackened mouth into a gaping maw ringed with sharp, yellow teeth. His mouth was now almost as big as my head, and I looked into the black hole with dread. His front fangs were mere millimeters away from my eyes. As I blinked, my eyelashes fluttered across his sharp, pointed incisors.
    I clamped down on the terror that was screaming bloody murder in my head, refusing to let my fear be the reason that I died. And I was certain, just as I was now certain that this thing was very, very real, that if I didn’t do something, I would die here, alone, weak, and afraid.
    I knew that moving an arm would risk his jaws coming closer to me, but with the tip of his fangs beginning to pierce my temples, I knew it was the only choice I had. Quickly, I released my left hand from his right shoulder and clamped it under his chin in an attempt to twist his head away from me. 
    He roared, loud and deafening, and this time I was able to scream as what felt like a thousand volts of electricity went jolting through my hand and straight into my heart. I had to fight to remain conscious, my vision wavering and blurring as I pressed my hand firmer into his skin, trying despite the searing pain to prevent his teeth from sinking into me.
    His roaring abruptly stopped, and I had an instinctual feeling that he was calculating his next move despite the pain just as much as I was calculating mine. This was it. I couldn't do much else. I was bleeding, bruised and trembling, his foul, hot breath covering my entire body as he moved closer to me, the pain feeling like electrocution the longer I kept my skin on his. As much as I hated to do it, as much as I detested being that scared little girl, I gave in and scrunched my eyes shut, effectively blocking out everything that he could possibly do to me.
    Darkness coated my vision, leaving only my ears tuned to his movements. He was breathing heavily because of the pain, but he was enduring it. Sucking sounds came from above me, and I imagined that tongue coming toward me, black and slippery as it began to slither over me.
    Oh god, oh god, please let this be quick. Please let this be over .
    I whimpered, my teeth clenched painfully together as I continued to press my shaking, sweat-drenched arms against him, my body still fighting despite my mind retreating into the dark.
    It was then that I heard a whisper, deep