Delcery Helsing

You live in london and are walking home at night, despite the well lit streets the allies of london always seemed darker then they should be, so you never walked down them even if they were short cuts. As you walk you feel cold despite the warm coat you had on and the fact that the autumn weather was rather warm actully, a uneasy feeling set in your mind as you walked. Footsteps start coming from behind you, loud earie taps that got louder and louder, you feel a cold hand on your shoulder, as you turn and see bright red eyes and sharp fangs the person lets out a scream and turns into ash a crossbow bolt clattering to the pavement.