One hand in your pocket, the other wrapped tightly around an umbrella handle, you make your way through the pouring rain. Walking in a cemetery during a thunderstorm; not the most desirable of situations. Nevertheless, you carry on. This shortcut to your house cuts your walk down to 10 minutes. Staring at the wet ground as rolling thunder booms overhead, you walk past the rows of faded tombstones; names lost with the passage of time.
Suddenly, something darts out from behind a tombstone to your left. You pause, was it just your imagination? A sharp pain in your leg tells you otherwise. You swing your umbrella down and knock away the creature that had sunk its teeth into your right leg. A flash of lightning allows you to see your attacker. A Cybunny, of all things, who is already back on its feet, staring hungrily at the blood oozing from your leg. You could see a red Ukali peaking out from under the Cybunny's cape. It charges again, but you move away in time. You close up your umbrella and hold it like a bat, this time ready to whack that pesky vampiric rabbit. However, the Cybunny decides you aren't worth the trouble and hops away. You are left standing there, soaking wet, with a sore leg. You resume walking home and make a mental note: never walk through a graveyard at night wearing shorts ever again.
Her name comes from my late pet rabbit, Floppity, who I had for eight years.
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights.