The figure takes another step forward. You can hear whispering, hissing voices at the edge of your hearing. Your skin rises in prickling little goosebumps and you want to tear your eyes from the glass - but you can't stop watching, your eyes wide. The slowness of it only adds to the feeling of building...wrongness. The figure has moved close enough that you can almost see...hints of bedraggled hair. Naked and scrawny. Thin, long fingers. They reach out towards the vampire, who is recoiling, stepping backwards. He turns, then, and his face mashes against the glass.
His terror is all too human.
"Let me in! Please! Don't-...DON'T LET HER! DON'T!"
His palms mashed against the glass, slamming home. A fingernail broke against the bulletproof glass, smearing black blood. You went to the door, without thinking, grabbing the knob.
It was cold.
So cold.
The window went black. Something bubbled around your feet and you sprang back with a cry - as black blood flowed underneath the seal.