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Prologue - 400 B.C. Greece

Her body went limp. Her screams suppressed by a vicious grip over her lips, soon vanished altogether, as the figure looming over her dug its dagger-like teeth deeper into her skin. It held her upright against a wall as her body was giving up on her, as she has been poisoned by its lips on her flesh.

She hadn't even noticed when it approached her as she was walking home. It was late, as she left her paramour's home, sneaking back to her own, when she felt a chill go up her spine and the next thing she realized was her back was against a wall and a figure was pressed against her. She was sure it was an assailant, after her innocence, but the attacker hadn't done anything to her yet other than hold her up and hid their face in the crook of her neck. She felt a pain run through her for a moment, but it hardly mattered once the numbness was settling in her body.

Her vision started to fail her as her surroundings turned darker and darker. She didn't know what the figure was doing to her, but it hardly mattered. She just wanted to rest now, as she eyes shut and her body fully slumped in the complete surrender of the darkness.

Then there was a scream. Not from the girl, but from a man who was passing by. When he turned the corner, the torch in his hand illuminated the horrors that were before him. What he saw where two females, one pinned against a wall, nothing too significant about her, but the other one, he was almost mesmerized by her. He has never seen skin so pale, hair so dark, eyes so blue, nor a face sculpted to such a degree of perfection as the creature in front of him. He would have been fully taken in by her if it weren't for the fact that he's also never seen blood as red as on her perfect mouth.

The man stumbled back and fell to the ground, trembling in his place. His torch fell as well, causing the shadows on her beautiful face to turn sinister. The beauty let go of her meal and let it fall to the ground, before turning to the man, and gave him a warning hiss. In that action, the man saw the snake-like fangs she used to pierce the other women, and he yelled "L-lamia!" As he tried to crawl backward and eventually got to his feet to run away from the women.

The beauty licked the last drops of the red liquid off her lips before wiping the rest off of her face, as a low chuckle escaped her before she stepped away from the burning torch and the new corpse and went on her way, into the night.