Xander stood in the middle of a constantly shifting fog. He looked around trying tofigure out where he was and how he got there, but his mind was a blank. It wasn't cold in the fog but it was damp and it made Xander shiver. He felt slightly light-headed and his body felt like it was floating above the ground.
He looked down but his feet were hidden by the fog. He was surrounded by greyness and he could hardly see a few feet in front of him, and the constantly shifting tendrils made him feel slightly queasy. He loked around again, trying to decide which direction he wanted to go in when a scream pierced the air. He whirled around, trying to work out where it came from but it echoed all around. The voice was so familiar, but he couldn't place it.
Silence filled the air again, as the scream faded away, Xander understood what they meant about a scream turning blood to ice. But where did it come from? He picked a direction and had only taken two steps when the scream filled the air again, it had a fearful quality to it, and it sounded so familiar. Xander whirled around and ran blindly towards it.
This time the scream did not die away and got louder as Xander ran towards it. His heart was pounding in his chest and his breaths in ragged gasps but he dared not slow down in case he was too late. His footsteps made no sound as he ran through the fog.
A dark form slowly materialised out of the fog, it was a sprawled shape on the floor. Xander felt the dread building up inside him as he ran towards it. As he got closer the fog cleared and he saw it was a body, and recognised who it was instantly. He was gasping so hard that he could not speak, but deep in his heart he knew she would not hear.
Xander skidded to a halt and knelt down next to the body of one of his best friends. He carefully lifted her head and placed it on his lap. He brushed her blonde hair from over her face and put his ear to her mouth to see if she was still breathing, nothing. "No," he whispered. "No, no, no, no."
He checked for a pulse, there was not one. He was too late. Tears rans unheeded down his face as he stroked her hair. She looked so peaceful, her eyes closed as if she was sleeping. But he knew she wasn't and she would not wake up again. A lock of hair moved and exposed her neck, Xander looked at it for a few moments his tears blurring his sight until he realisied there was something wrong with it.
At the base of her neck were two pucture marks, two ugly purpple welts on her neck. Xander's tears dried instantly as anger suffused him. He knew who was reponsible for the murder of his friend, and he was going to kill him. Carefully, he lay her back on the cold, hard ground and stood up. In her hand was a lond wooden stake. He didn't remeber seeing it before, but any weapon was better than none.
He looked around, the fog was thickening up again, already the body was surrounded by a grey haze, as if it was covered in grey chiffon. He took one last look at his friend and plunged into the fog. It did not matter which way he went. He would find the murderer eventually.
This time when he ran, he didn't get tired, the adrenalin and anger pulsing around his body was seeing to that. His vision was red clouded, which casted a more evil look over over fog. It was as if it was a malevolent being, trying to prevent him from finding his quarry.
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