Elle POV
I can feel my feet touching the soil. It's cold underneath, and the wind is blowing all around me. I'm running, I'm in a white nightgown and I'm running away from something.. But, what is it that I'm running away from?
I can feel the pounding of my feet hitting the soil, I'm panicking as I try and weave more air into my lungs.
"Elle, Elle, come here little Elle. I won't bite little Elle. We just need a little bit of your sweet blood Elle."
A maniacal laughter is all I can hear as I'm running trying to find my way back. I go past bushes and thick trees, darkness all around me. I'm mostly counting on my legs to lead me back. I'm praying I can get back before it grabs me. The door for aunt Hilda's cabin comes within my vision. I see it. I can almost taste safety. As I outstr
