The Crimson•♡•Main ship (s): Henndy•♡•

The Crimson [Part 2]

The next morning Wendy was strolling through the blood forest, the sound of the blood splashing as she took a step was honestly relaxing to her, "Hey Wendy." Wendy looked over to the gentle voice and it was Heidi. Heidi was hanging upside down from one of the tree branches in the forest. "Sup." Wendy said as she stood there staring at Heidi, "What are you doing out her alone..?" Wendy grinned, "I could ask you the same thing.." Heidi rolled her eyes, Just hiding the new food sources that your group found last night.." Wendy looked away from Heidi, "Good for you I guess..now if you'll excuse me..I'm continuing my stroll.." She then started to walk again before Heidi could say anything else to her.

Henrietta sat with her usual companions, Micheal, Pete, and Firkle. Henrietta drank a dark coffee as she listened to Micheal complain about conformists. Henrietta soon started to doze off into her own thought, Firkle and Pete noticed as Micheal left the table to go piss. "Henrietta what's up with you today..you seem different.." Pete muttered as he put out a cigarette. Henrietta looked over at Pete, "Nothing, just the normal feelings of darkness as always.." Pete rolled his eyes and then flipped his hair, "Yea fucking right, you normally don't doze off into the non-existent.." Firkle nodded in agreement. Henrietta rolled her eyes as she lit a cigarette and slowly took a drag off of it.

Henrietta blew out a cloud of smoke and looked at Pete and Firkle. "Okay, fine. Maybe something weird did happen last night," she admitted. "I was walking in the woods and I saw this woman. She had some kind of power over the vines, and she used them to trap me." Pete and Firkle exchanged a skeptical glance, but Henrietta continued. "And then she said something strange to me. She said that I would come to enjoy her little games." Pete flipped his hair and just chuckled. "Sounds like you just had a bad trip, Henrietta. You know how those blood woods can mess with your head." But Henrietta knew that what she experienced was real, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered within her.

Henrietta took another drag from her cigarette, blowing the cloud of smoke up in the air. "I know it wasn't a fucking dream. It seemed so fucking real it couldn't of been some sort of dream.." Firkle rolled his eyes, Micheal soon approached the three. "What did I miss..?" Micheal said as took his seat again, taking a sip of dark black coffee. Firkle looked over at Micheal, "Just another one Henrietta's weird ass dreams..this time she said it revolves around the blood forest and some sort of women who could control the vines in the forest.." Henrietta blew a cloud of smoke in the air as she rolled her eyes. Pete flipped his hair as Micheal leaned forward, "You mean that weird blood forest that's just been getting bigger and bigger each week..?" All three fixated their gaze upon Micheal, Henrietta put out her cigarette, "Yeah. That place.." Micheal sat there and pondered.

"Apparently that place is roamed by vampires." Firkle rolled his eyes and leaned back in the booth, "There's no fucking way vampires are real.." Pete flipped his hair again as he leaned back against the seat of the booth. Henrietta thought for a few moments. She then spoke up, "I don't know if vampires are real or not, but there's definitely something strange going on in that forest. I've heard rumors of people disappearing and I've seen strange sightings at night." The group fell silent, mulling over the possibilities. Finally, Firkle broke the silence, "Well, I guess there's only one way to find out for sure." Micheal raised an eyebrow, "And what's that?" Firkle grinned mischievously, "We go into the forest and investigate." Pete chuckled nervously, "I don't know guys, that sounds stupid as fuck..." But Henrietta's eyes lit up with excitement, "I'm in! Let's do it." The group exchanged glances and with a collective shrug, they agreed to meet at the entrance of the forest the following night.

As night fell, the four goth friends met at the entrance of the forest. Henrietta had brought a flashlight, Firkle had a backpack with some supplies, and Michael had a map of the forest. Pete had brought his trusty guitar, just in case they needed to scare off any creatures with loud music. As they entered the forest, the air grew colder and the trees seemed to close in around them. It was clear that they were not alone. "What the fuck.." Pete said as he watched the blood splash beneath his feet. Firkle gagged at the smell of decaying bodies. Micheal looked around the forest feeling an uneasy sense of being watched.