The flash went off.
Jaqueline felt her partner, Maxwell, relax. She relaxed as well, running her fingers through her hair self-conciously. She hadn't done much modeling- it was only because of Max and his father that she was doing it at all.
"It's getting late," Max's father remarked, stepping away from the camera.
"Perhaps I should be getting home, my father will wonder what has b ecome of me." Jacqueline said, her black beret on an angle over her loose brown curls.
"I'll walk you home," Maxwell said, putting an arm around her waist.
"A fine boy I've raised. Fancy that, Jacqueline, I don't even have to tell him to wlak you home anymore!" Max's father laughed heartily. The children laughed too, and Max seemed to blush, his unruly brown curls falling in his eyes.
"Shall we?" he asked. Jacqueline nodded, smiling. She loved Max. They were best friends. Their parents had been childhood friends, and has made sure that Jaqueline and Max's younger sister Rowina were best friends. That was how she had come to know Max. max lead her to the door, lacing his fingers between hers as soon as the door was shut. She blushed deeply, thankful it was dark; she didn't know Max shared her feelings.
"It's too bad your house is so close," he murmured. "I like walking you home." Jacqueline smiled, looking up at him.
"I like it, too," she said quietly. Max chuckled, stepping onto the dirt path and into the woods. Jacqueline followed him, familiar with these woods. She had often played in them with Rowina when they were both little. These woods seperated Jacqueline's house from Max's.
They walked in silence, but something was following them. Something dark and sinister. The full moon shone through the deep emerald canopy and down on the couple. It dappled the dirt path they followed, the leaves of fall blowing in the slight autumn breeze.
There was a rustle in the bushes next to Jacqueline. She breathed in sharply, pressing closer to Max. He chuckled, squeezing her hand lightly.
"It's alright, sweetheart, just a rabbit," Max said in a soothing voice. Nonetheless, she pressed closer to him, scared. Max was alert, his eyes searching the shadows. He wished he'd brought his knife, however silly a comfort it was.
Before they knew it, it was upon them, teeth snapping and snarls ripping from it's throat. There was only one terrified scream, and then the forest was silent.
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