The girl keeps running but begins breathing heavier and heavier, she is getting tired. Jack drew in closer and closer, he could pounce and overtake her at any moment, but he wants to savor the thrill of the kill. The girl trips over a root in the ground of the dark forrest. She tries to get up but Jack is to quick, he unsheathes his machete and leaps toward the girl plunging the dull blade into her side pinning her to the gound. He isn't sure which enticeses him more, her screams of pain or the overwhelming smell of blood coming from her side. His mouth salivating, he licks his lips, bears his fangs, and moves in slowly for a bite...
Then he wakes up, sweating and confused, he tries to forget this horrible dream, but he can't, he's been having more and more of them lately.
"What the hell is happening to me?"
He wispers to himself.