Blood sucker

Another terror of the night. She was baffled by the grievous encounter with a bloodsucker. Finley was dear and kind, not a creature with teeth bare and an axe to grind. She held on to the one unbothered and misunderstood. She cried tied in a rope with a piece of cloth stuffed in her mouth.     “Don’t make a sound,” Catherine yelped. She slowly plucks out the saliva-drenched cloth from Mary’s mouth.  This was bad. Very bad.     “Let me go,” Mary pleaded. “I swear I only broke in because—“      “That doesn’t matter right now,” Catherine said with her eyes darkened with a shallow depth of angst. Mary grew confused by the second. She glanced at the door and back at Catherine’s pale face. Her former friend just wanted nothing more than to barge out the door and make a run for the expected danger. The danger was at the only exit.  The entrance and terminal are blocked.       “What does?” Mary asked. Her eyes were opened with a craving sense of clarity, “Is there any threat outside your door?