Kiss of Death

She woke up in complete darkness.

Then a white light briefly illuminated the room and she saw it.

A dripping humanoid shape, as if it were covered in mud, stood by the window. She wanted to scream, but terror blocked her voice in her throat and froze her body from moving when damp footsteps rang across the room.

Cold, wet fingers brushed her pale face, pushing her hair back from her forehead. Putrid lips, chilly and swollen, rested on hers, parted, and a tongue darted swiftly with its sweet and blood taste in a kiss that knew of end.