Crimson Red

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Warm, hot tears slowly trickled down the maiden's face.

Her throat burned.

Her feet ached.

Despite being a noble, never being in danger, she handled it quite well. Or rather had an astonishing amount of stamina. 

She struggled to breathe while darting through the empty streets of her beloved town, not once looking behind in fear of a shadow in hot pursuit. A shadow that dwellled in her absolute fear, relishing in her uneven heartbeat that sounded like a small bird's. It simply was addicted to this game. 

She coughed once, twice, coming to a slow stop at a street lamp that illuminated the desolate, dark street. She leaned heavily against the frigid, icy pole. Her lungs taking greedy amounts of air as she tried to get a grip on what had happened upon by accident. 

Her eyes closed as she reeled from the events, watching the, pass by again through her mind.

She walked passed a particular alley hiding a grusome scene.

A figure cloaked in shadows feeding on the lifeforce flowing through every human as if it were candy. The young witness could only have hatred towards her fear induced paralysis at the scen with blood eveywhere and the victim's face frozen in mid-scream. 

Then a peircing shreik had filled the air--her own-- she realized. And she bolted.

She took another gulp of air, looking around her. She was extremly paranoid about this whole thing.  She couldn't help but shed a few tears, allowing them to blur her vision for a second and feeling the hot trails turn icy as they travelled down her face. She had been in a presence of a immortal creature. Was it to caught up in feeding that it simply didn't care about her? She would have thought she would have been dead by now. Was it annoyed and just let her be? Or perhaps.. It was toying with her. Waiting until her paranoia went skyhigh, her adrenaline practically managing her, waiting for the right moment to enjoy her last breath-- to heat her last scream. 

She shivered away the painfully heart-stopping thought. Her attention was then grabbed by the rapid sound of  hooves on the pavement getting closer, and the familar sound of a carriage on wheels echoing in the dark night. In almost no time at all, she saw a familar carriage pull up next to her.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank goodness. It's you, Alfred," she spoke to her buter as he got out and opened the door for his mistress.

"You seem scared, did something happen M'lady?"

"...Who knows. Perhaps nothing will or did happen.."

She finally could breathe right. 

Her mind had settled in the fact that hopefully, the mythical creature had ultimidley devided its current meal was better. But her paranoia remained in the back of her mind.. Slowly amd surely to be noticed in the next passing weeks. Because no one forgets about something like this. Ever.

After all, it's not everyday you stumble upon a creature that feeds off blood. 

And only one creature is known for that.

A demon so sinfully beautiful, so perfect, made to prey on humans. Eyes crimson red while feeding, canines sharp as knives that promise a certain death, skin flawless and pale that rivals that of an angel. 

This creature is known as a vampire.