Bloody Roses

"The flames reflected in her dilating pupils. She was dying. With each ragged breath she took, she knew she would soon be taking her last one. At least he was dead. He could never hurt anyone else the way he had hurt her. He was trapped in the house, that was now consumed in flames and smoke. A small smile played upon her bloody lips. She may be dying but she wasn't dying alone.

She felt, more than seen someone beside her. " Too late now," she thought. The police are too late. He was dead she was sure, and it would only be a matter of minutes before she would be consumed in the darkness death brings.

A face appeared before her swollen and bleary eyes. A moment of panic as fangs shone in the moonlight. Perhaps she should have listened closer to the stories. Maybe she shouldn't have laughed at what she thought of tall tales of vampires. She was too weak to scream as she felt the fangs pierce her skin. She could only lay there, and breathe her last breath as a human.