This is just the first couple of pages from a short story I am currently working on please feel free to give feed back and let me know what you think.
Thanks Jakkfrostt
The cold, all she could feel was the cold, rising up from the snow covered ground. The trees of the forest forced to their leafless dance by the ruthless wind. She lay face down in the white frigid landscape. Her broken naked body left bare under a rising red moon. Slowly the remnants of her shattered mind returned form the black abyss. Swirling memories of fear and panic echoed from a hidden thought. Her eyes fluttered to life once more, brushing away deaths broken grasp. Dark life began to occupy her soulless form, and pain filled her stiffened limbs.
She tried to move as consciousness slowly returned to her emaciated and bloody body. She steadied her frail naked frame against a nearby tree. Her cadaverous blood soaked flesh contrasted against the pale glow of the moonlit snow.
She advanced on trembling limbs; slowly she stepped from this wild lonely place. Pushed by an unseen need, little by little she walked away from the pool of frozen blood that marked her unholy death. In a wandering gait, brought on by soulless life and a senseless will, she marched to the flames that lit the distant stone towers.
On and on she walked, nearer to her destination with each labored pace. As she walked the night began to speak to her. The distant wolves and the calling owls became louder in her re born ears. As she passed through the frozen night, she left behind a crimson trail of frozen flecks. The tiny rivulets of blood that had freely ran down her once seductive body; flaked away like dried pieces of her now absent soul.
Her unholy trek passed by a solitary shack. The light streaming from the window cut the night like a silver blade. A faded familiarity drew her to the solitary stone building. Drawn to the baying dogs that guarded the small yard, she became aware of a burning sensation that started in her chest where her now still heart used to beat. She was drawn to the living beast, when the door to the stone shack was flung open. The man standing there was silhouetted by the fire light that flowed from the cabin. Her gaze fell upon him, the burning in her chest had spread to the rest of her dead body and she now realized that it was raging devilish hunger. The burning had been fanned to a raging inferno, by the smell of his fear.
She saw the fear in his face. He knew what she was, even if she did not. She could sense his fear well up in him, fanning her desire even more. Before her thought had even completed, she was upon him. The force of her attack had thrown them to the dirt floor and her teeth were at his throat, and her arms and legs were rapped around his field muscled body. She felt him struggle but his form was held fast by her iron clad fatal embrace.
Her fingers dug deeply into his back. She relished in the feeling of tearing through leather, flesh, muscle and then touching exposed bone.
The blood flowed from his open throat, to her waiting lips, his racing heart forcing it through his shredded arteries. It came so fast that she was unable to catch it all; ravenously she drew all that she could from his gaping wounds. When his soul was spent, she lapped at the blood soaked ground. When there was no more to be had, still crouching low, she backed away from the twitching bloody corps. She shuddered as new blood awakened her feeble mind. They came slowly at first, then faster and faster the thoughts and memories came; returning to their rightful home. The sordid tale revealed itself as veil after veil of darkness was removed by fates crooked hand.
