Vampire in Mt Tabor Park?

He walked swiftly up the leave strewn path. His long overcoat hung on a tall, slender frame…He looked neither right nor left, seeming oblivious to the fall beauty of the park, and the watching woman in the shadows.
Then he turned his head and looked in her direction. Annette froze. His dark eyes glittered with a message: Danger. She turned to run. This was clearly insanity. She had seen him every evening at sunset during her jog and had been weirdly attracted, wondering at the air of mystery surrounding him. Clearly, the time had come to leave, Fast. Yet he held up a hand and her sneakers skidded to stop.
“You’ve been following me,” he said, his voice low and dark. “Why?”
“I – ah – so sorry,” Annette stammered, feet working again as she made her way awkwardly past him on the path.
His hand shot out. “Wait,” he said. He caught the shoulder of her sweatshirt and tugged her to stillness. His hand burned through the thin cotton and the most alarmingly handsome face she’d ever seen focused intently on her. “We have met before?” he murmured.
“No, don’t think so,” Annette managed, her heart beating fast.
“Walk with me,” he said.
And she had no choice, did she? Like she had felt all along, there was a connection here. An otherworldly vibe she couldn’t find an ounce of resistance to.

…Stay tuned for more.

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