Predator Turned Prey

Predator Turned Prey

tw: mention of anxiety, puke, horror

summary: Short prompt about a vampire becoming the hunted. Dives into his own dwelling fears and anxieties.

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The dense forest was eerily silent, an oppressive stillness that sent chills down his spine. He quickly realized he could not trust his senses to guide him through the tangled shadows. With trembling arms extended, he called upon his magic, desperately trying to conjure a vision of the haunting trees surrounding him. Each flickering silhouette sent his empty stomach lurching as if a malevolent force lurked just beyond his perception. Panic clawed at his mind, a thick, black bile pooling in his throat, threatening to spill over and drown him in his own terror. An unsettling dread enveloped him, closing in like the cold grip of a malevolent spirit, leaving him scared darkened woods.

It was unusual for him to feel this way—and it was certainly unusual for a vampire.

Vampires weren’t bred to fear; they weren’t hunted. Yet, his body was telling him otherwise—a panic so intense that he wanted to do nothing but run.

Run.

He couldn’t move quickly. Each footstep dragged through the darkness, a slow, agonizing crawl that felt like an eternity. The weight of dread clawed at his throat as Pyrrhus struggled to summon his magic. He knew that if he rushed, the magic would prove futile by summoning incorrect mirages.

Keep going.

Run.

His face contorted into a grotesque frown as he spun around, dread pooling in his stomach. His ears twitched, straining to catch a sound that gnawed at the edges of his mind—an insistent whisper of terror he both yearned and feared to hear.

Anguish. Something the vampire hadn’t felt since he had been turned.

He felt a presence. At first his mind thought of the soldier, but this was something darker.

Like a wounded and terrified rabbit, he limped through the shadowy woods, each rustle of leaves and crack of twigs sending icy tendrils of dread down his spine. Panic clawed at his chest as he moved deeper into the darkness, praying that death wouldn’t catch up to him in this desolate nightmare.

Was this what it felt like? To be hunted. To be scared.

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#woods