"I'm so sorry that it has come to this but what can I do? The people here are stubborn and so annoying. I actually like you more than them so call it selfishness, I don't care. They are so close to finding out about me and I simply can not have that. I need someone to cover for me. Someone... of my own kind."
A young girl with tattered clothes, smeared with dried blood watched helplessly as the woman in front of her bit down her wrist, bent down and forced it against her mouth. The young girl struggled but it was of no use. She was weak. She couldn't do anything. She felt something going down her throat and the woman grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up. She could feel the blood trickling down her neck and into her corset. She frowned in disgust and glared at the woman in front of her. But the woman just tilted her head and smiled innocently.
"Hmm. Madeleine, Madeleine! You look so beautiful covered in blood." The woman in front of her with beautiful and long blonde curls mused softly with an amused giggle.
"Wh-Why are you d-doing this?" The young girl, Madeleine, stuttered shakily, struggling to breathe. It was silent for a while. Madeleine could hear the silence. No matter how much she tried to stall things, she knew it was useless. She knew she was going to die. But still, she wanted to have hope. Even if she knew it was useless.
Against her will, she let out a pathetic whimper as tears fell down her eyes continuously. They both kept looking at each other. The woman then smirked, revealing her fangs and whispered against Madeleine's lips, "Because it's fun."
Madeleine opened her mouth to say something but she felt her head being grabbed and then she heard a crack and all she saw was black.
