The figure stood motionless in the dark. I listened to his eerie laughter gradually fade, then heard him ask me mockingly, "Do you really think that little thing can kill me?"
The word "kill" sent a shiver down my spine.
My first thought was that this man must be the serial killer. This alley was a dead end. What could I do to fight back?
Alec!
Alec’s face popped into my mind. I reached into my bag for my phone, but then I remembered Mr. Wallace had stomped on it, and I hadn't had time to get a new one.
No phone, no way to call for help.
The man in the dark chuckled softly, then raised a hand to push back his hair. "Kill you? No, I just want your blood. I need you to keep producing blood for me."
Blood?
That word made me think of those countries where people are kept as blood slave
