Suddenly, the shadows came upon him with a whoosh, and Micky suddenly felt a sharp pain clamp his hand onto his shoulder and another stab impale his other. Micky was so surprised he never found the voice to yelp. As the pain bit further into his shoulder and hand, Micky felt a furry body brush up against his back. And suddenly, a brown-furred snout poked past his cheek and snickered, "Hello, squirrel."
The breath from the muzzle stunk like rotting meat, something that a vegitarian species like Micky's could not bear. "What the hell are you?" was all Micky could manage to snarl.
"The name's Jaws," said the muzzle, pushing past Micky's face just enough so that Micky could see a pair of red eyes, partially obscured by blonde braids of hair falling in front of them, glaring intently at him. "I am a vampire bat," Jaws replied, "And I'm hungry." Micky tried to raise his left arm, but as soon as he moved it, a sharp pain shot all the way from his shoulder to his fingers, in a painful rush of numbness. Micky looked at his shoulders and saw a set of razor-sharp talons lodged into his shoulders, with his right hand clamped upon his body. Micky looked on in terror as Jaws opened his mouth, revealing two rows of serrated teeth, ready to plunge into his neck. "The boss isn't happy with you getting in our way," Jaws snickered, "So he sent me to make your half-eaten corpse an example." Jaws paused to lick his teeth as Micky began to weakly struggle. "Bon appetite."