The Feel Of Fangs

I woke up to the hot sun rays shining directly at me. I was on vacation to go camping near a lake, and the forests, of course. I was going out of my tent to see if my mother had made breakfast for what I thought would be a lovely day, but somehow I had a bad feeling as I got out of my sleeping bag. I looked around inside the tent and noticed that my little sister wasn't there. I went outside to breathe in fresh forest air but instead I smelled a stench. I looked at the ground and saw my family lying still on the dirt. I checked each and every one of them to see if they still had a heartbeat going. To see if I could still save them somehow. Drops of water burst down my cheeks. I noticed weird holes in my family members' necks. Suddenly I saw a movement in the trees, a flash. I tried to see what it was as I wiped crystal tears from my eyes. Unexpectedly, a man appeared in front of me out of nowhere. My eyes grew wide as I noticed that he had fangs. They were pearl white and looked razor-sharp. But his fangs didn't catch my attention as much as his eyes. His pupils were pitch black.
"That's right, panic. Panic like the vermin you are, little girl." The monster hissed like a snake.
"I'm not little, I'm 17 years old." I snapped angrily. After a minute, I immediatey regretted what I said.
He moved like a cheetah and grabbed me while I was momentarily distracted. He placed his teeth deep inside my neck. The feel of his fangs felt like a million knives stabbing me at once only worse. As I began to feel numb from the bloodloss, I used my last ounce of strength to push him into the tree behind the beast. He gave out a loud yell as the tree branch stabbed him in the heart. His fearsome and hateful eyes were the last things I saw before everything went black.