Stone Cold ❖ Salvatore [1]

TWELVE

CHAPTER TWELVE
RULES OF RED

MYSTIC FALLS, 1864
VERITAS ESTATE

A horse strung carriage, was trudging down a deserted road in the middle of the forest. The moonlight shined down on a dark skinned slave, who was whipping the horses into gear to keep traveling. The man looked out at the path and saw a woman, no older than eighteen, leaning over a figure.
The woman turned to look at him. Fear, and worry written on her beautiful.

"Please! My husband!" The woman called grasping her gown, and getting up running toward the still moving carriage. "Please, help him!"

The man stopped the all black horses and looked to the strange woman. She had her hair in thick, dark brown curls and her eyes glistened in the moonlight.

"Please! My husband. He's been hurt! Please, help him." The mysterious woman pleaded her breath raspy.

The man got off of the carriage, and ran towards the injured man. The wealthy man, from inside the carriage, emerged from inside.

He furrowed his brows. "What are you doing here, out in the middle of the night? It's not safe."

"No." The woman said softly, as her eyes darkened and her canines enlarged. "No, sir, it's not safe."

The stunning woman, then sprang onto the man, sinking her long sharped canines into the man's neck. She slurped down the red metallic liquid that ran out of the wounds, gratefully and dropped him. Vanishing from sight.

The man catering to the wounded man, heard a commotion from the startled horses, he turned towards them. Not seeing his master, or the woman anywhere in sight. He then looked to the ground beside the carriage, and saw a still figure lying there motionless.

The man's eyes widened as he turned to run to the man. But a woman blocked his way hissing, the same one that killed his now dead master. She leaped onto him, the same way as she did with the other man and sunk her teeth in. Enjoying the pain she was causing him, as he thrashed about like a wild pig. She pushed him off of her and licked her bloodied lips, as she turned back to the injured man.

"And that's how it's done." The woman said breathlessly, as a drop of the sticky, red substance dropped onto her dress.

The man sat up looking at the two bodies. "What happens to the bodies?"

"We'll take them into the woods, and the other animals will finish them off." She answered.

The man let out a shaky breath as he looked at the men's corpses. He knew that he, one day would have to do this to people as well.

"Are you sure you're ready for this, Damon?" the woman asked him curiously.

"I'm ready, Beatrice, I want you to turn me."

"When it's time," Beatrice responded, then smirked. "Kiss me."

Damon began to pull out a handkerchief out of his front pocket to wipe the excess blood off of his love's face. But as he approached her, she grabbed his hand and pushed it down.