maniacalcaptivation and fledglingzane
"Ah..." Blood dripped slowly from his fangs as he stared at his prey... When had he started thinking of people as prey, anyways? Well, this young man had fought back and surprised him into backing off. And when the male began brandishing some sort of broken and sharp metal pipe as a weapon... Naive and foolish he may be, Zane was not stupid.
He turned and ran for it at top speed. His path was erratic and blind panic was his only guide for the moment. Such a good thing it was so late and the weather was so dreary! It meant most people were at home and wouldn't see the strange sight of a young boy covered in blood who was running at full tilt. Several times, he nearly ran into stationary objects. A tree. A light pole. A building... And it was only a matter of time before he slammed himself into a wall, falling backwards onto his butt and blinking stupidly. "Huh?"