The girl just stood, unable to find a response and solution to her present problem: the end was near. Her senses were racing, so was her adrenaline, and her heart.

If she wasn’t going to die of a broken neck, she was going to die of a heart attack at this rate.

Then something even more horrible, deeply revolting happened. The woman, who had calmly worked on Matt, doing her disgusting deadly work, paused. She stood, facing her companion; then she turned, slowly, towards the girl, who could now see her face, as the moon light was hitting in her direction.

The woman’s pallor was maybe due to the light of the moon, but it was, like the complexion of the man, remarkable.  That is, the skin that wasn’t stained in blood. Her face was a mask of blood and ferocity, two bloody fangs fully visible, her eyes intent on tracing another target, the other target. In spite of this all, the woman could still be called beautiful, although with some poetic license. She was a mess, Matt’s blood was everywhere. The girl’s eyes wandered towards Matt’s body, and now that the woman was standing at the side, she could see the devastation that had been caused in all its macabre glory: his face was half eaten, so was part of his torso. He was lying in a pool of blood. His skull, obviously handled by inhuman strength, looked deformed and unshaped, the bone smashed in many parts.

What were these people? The girl shivered…it had all happened in the space of maybe a minute. She was next….but then, as it had started, it all finished. The two strangers took leave, without a word or an explanation (as if criminals will ever give you one!) and she was left alone, in the middle of the desert, with a stolen car and a murdered boyfriend, near Vegas.

Who these people were, why they had done this, and where they had gone, that was a mystery to her, because, in actual fact now they were gone: and she hadn’t even seen them leave. Deeply shaken, fully knowing that she had a brush with death and had survived somehow, she resolved to call home.

She started shivering uncontrollably.

She would go back home, if she somehow managed to reach Vegas on foot, hiding behind bushes if she saw a car approaching: she wasn’t going to take any more risks tonight, for sure.

She was going back home, she was going to finish school and maybe go to college…home wasn’t maybe the best place in the world, but after tonight, she took this as a sign that maybe running away to Vegas wasn’t the best choice…maybe God’s ways are endless. She glanced at Matt’s body for the last time and didn’t turn back. It would take a good few hours to reach Vegas, so she had better get going. Still shaking, she started walking away.
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