Scarlett Stones

Part One

Blood. Blood was the scent that leaked through the walls of the bedrooms of White Manor. It has been a long time since Lodestone, a vampire, and the only caretaker of this Manor, had seen a living person, that wasn't her prey. But today was going to be different. Something about the sunshine peeking through the clouds and pouring into the windows of White Manor, signified the beginning of something exciting. Lodestone stood in front of a large glass window, her hands behind her back, looking very distant and cold. As she watched the waves crash against the rocks. Lodestone was a very tall woman, towering almost everyone she came across. She has sharp features that could cut a man, and white empty eyes. She wore a gothic, white, ruffled blouse that was almost always stained with blood, and black dress pants to match.
Lodestone took a deep breath as she stared out the window, finally coming to a stopping point in her day to rest, no matter how bleak and depressing it was outside. Lodestone had no idea what awaited her at the entrance of the Manor.
At the edge of the forest, a fair maiden was being chased through the woods, she had gotten lost, and asked for directions from the wrong people. Her dress was torn by the branches as she fled. She had long hair, it almost had an orange-golden tint to it. She had warm beige toned skin, and a thin form. Her eyes were a chocolate brown, however at this moment they were filled with nothing but fear. Citrine was shocked she could run for this long, her lungs gasping for air, but still she continued running. Until she met with a clearing in the woods, which gave her even more room to sprint. She hardly even noticed the Manor looming above her, Citrine had to catch herself from running head first into a large metal gate. The bars were wet and cold, but the gate could open. Citrine panted as she looked behind herself, the raiders almost catching up to her.
"Come on pretty lady! Just give up!" They yelled after her.
Citrine could not let that happen, she pulled the heavy gate open with some effort and slammed it behind her. The gate must not have been closed all the way, because it locked as soon as it was slammed shut. Citrine backed away from the gate.
She watched as the raiders struggled against the gate, trying to push it open, looking like a pair of hungry mongrels.
Citrine's back met with the cold stone door of the manor, she froze for a moment before quickly turning around. As she stared at the threatening building, she felt a tang of instant regret.
Citrine had no other option, so she pulled open the heavy stone door, with even more effort and collapsed on the floor. The door shut behind her with a bang.