Emo Models vs Dogs

Before I could blink for the third time that night, the emo models –I refused to call them vampires –in front of me had disappeared into thin air. A huge gush of wind blew past me, almost knocking me down butt first on the street.

Instinctively, I turned to my back to see what had flown past me. A few meters ahead, I saw the emo models suddenly appeared just like that and clashed themselves with the wolves. Sharp teeth gnawed against white pale skins. Blood burst out and littered the street with red liquid.

I stood behind the scene, still frozen to my spot. Whenever I blinked, the scene changed drastically. One moment I saw an emo model being bitten on the arm by a bla