I tugged at his hand. Fighting, kicking, and squirming. Trying anything I could to free myself. Suddenly, he smiled. I watched as two fangs dropped from his mouth. I screamed and fought harder to free myself from his hands. My tennis shoes slipped on the wet pavement. My body moved smoothly over the truck, making it more difficult to break free. He yanked me forward and slammed me against the truck. I heard the back of my head make a cracking noise against the window.