Rose's Thorns: A Tale of Fate

Chapter One

   It's been at least 12 days since the funeral for Adeline. I mostly blame myself, after all, I was the one that was responsible for watching her.
   I remember it just as clearly as that eerily lit winter dusk; Adeline was playing in the backyard near the forest when she asked me to get her a water bottle. I went in the house for five minutes, and when I came back out, she was gone.
   ''Adeline?'' I yelled. My heart dropped when the period at the end of my sentence was followed by a faint, hight-pitched scream. Immediately, I bolted toward the sound.
   I did find her; obviously not in the best of shape.
   When I arrived, I saw Adeline's pale corpse's neck covered with blood. And if that wasn't enough, I saw someone over her dead body. The figure is still fresh in my mind; very fair and delicate skin, long silver and black hair, sharp nails. Her face was the most memorable; crimson eyes, black replacing the white areas, and fangs about the same size as a small pocket knife.
   However, the figure seemed more afraid of me than I was of her, for she disappeared into thin air the second we made eye contact. I just remember running over to my dead little sister, kneeling down next to her distorted face.
   White eyes, unhinged mouth, old and wrinkled skin.
   Then I saw her neck, with two large holes bitten horizontally into her throat.
   Blackout.

   I woke up in the hospital greeted by my mother and my best friend, Rose. They were both relieved to see that I was physically fine. I wasn't as thrilled. I just remember crying.
   ''Adeline-''
   My mom covered my mouth, then started to cry with me.
   Rose was in a chair at the edge of the bed, crying her eyes out. She mouthed the words I'm so sorry as she ran out of the room, shaking her head.

   Whatever creature from hell did this to Adeline will pay. I don't give a fuck if I die trying. I will get it back for the damage it has done.

-Victor