Nicole: A prologue, yay!

I've written a prologue for my new story that doesn't have a synopsis or even a name, yay! Anyway, I'd love some advice from you guys if you have some free time(:

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Her feet thumped against the floor of the forest, and her legs moved as fast as she could will. Her chest heaved, inhaling the cold and stale night air. Mud splattered across her new jeans, and normally she would have a fit over something that vain. The fear had almost immobilised her though and the only thing she could do now was run. Thin branches slashed her across her face as she sprinted further into the deep woods.

Her heart pounded relentlessly in her chest and she turned to look behind her. Her ankle collided with a log, and she fell face first. Her forehead seared with pain, making her forget about the pulsing on her ankle.

For a second all she could see was black. As she blinked back her vision, she noticed that the canopy of tall trees didn’t offer much of the moons light anyway. She rolled onto her back with a small groan.

She lay there for a moment. The only thing that could be heard in the deep forest was the sound of her chest rising and falling.

An echoing sound of whispers instantly made her shoot up to her feet, reminding her of the dread that was surely to come if she didn’t hurry quickly. Shivers ran along her skin as the whispers seemed to grow louder. They were getting closer.

She spun on her heel quickly, preparing to sprint away. Something fisted into her blonde hair, scratching at her scalp. A scream pierced the cold night air as she was pulled back down to the floor of the forest.

“Going somewhere?” She looked up to find him and her breath caught in her throat. The shadows hid his face much like before. She did notice his teeth glisten in the low light as he leered down at her. It chilled her to the bone.

“P-please, don’t hurt me.” Her plea was weak.

He bent down to her level and stroked her face with a skeletal finger. She whimpered. “Now, where’s the fun in that sweetheart?” His voice was smug and eerily calm, thick with a British accent.

She shrieked then. She attempted to get up, but he circled her neck with a cold hand. She let out a gasp of terror. It seemed to have completely frozen her in place.

“Come on love, there’s no need to struggle. There’s only one thing that I need from you.”

Her eyes widened as he lowered his face. She tried to scream, to struggle, to do anything, but she couldn’t move an inch. He pressed his lips against hers, spreading them open. A gagging sound managed to escape her; it felt as though something was coming up her throat. Just before his eyes closed, she noticed that gold was circling within his blue iris.

He continued to brush his lips to hers slightly, and she noticed how weak she felt all of a sudden. Her heartbeat slowed within her chest, the adrenalin leaving her. Was it the hold that he had on her throat, was he choking her? A tear fell down her cheek.

She realised then that it felt as though a part of her was leaving her.

Her eyes began to flutter closed. As her heart beat one final time within her chest, she asked God for forgiveness. To forgive for everything that she had done.

He kissed her one final time.

He stood, staring down at the lifeless and drained beauty bellow him. “Such a shame.” He shrugged it off and straightened his suit.

He flexed his youthful and masculine hands, and felt buzzing with life. He went further into the forest, leaving the dead girl on the muddy bed of the woods.
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What did you guys think, is the pace too fast? Also, the evil British dude is also taking her soul through tha kiss of death! I didn't want it to be obvious, but still, how was the description for that?