The room was high above the valley; the late autumnal air swept through the open windows and gently moved the curtains surrounding her bed. In the near distance the dark undulating hills could be seen and the glow just before sunrise on the horizon.
The lovers stood close, enveloped in each other's arms. In the few minutes they had together, he promised undying love, that he would return and that no man but him would have her.
His Fingers traced the line of her neck.
With knowing pressure he gently caressed her skin.
She could hear his breathing. Heavy.
He could smell her sweet scent. Rosehips.
He lowered his lips to her soft jugular and with imploring delicacy he sunk his sharp teeth deep into her flesh.
Red bright blood poured from the two wounds, down her shoulder and between her breasts. The crimson liquid chorused saturating her white dress.
Her flowing blonde hair dripped with her life force.
He drained her small frame, sucking her dry.
With her last breath she called his name.
Tenderly he lifted her body and kissed her lips, his own covered in her blood. He lay her on the bed.
Standing for a moment over her body, and then the solid darkness engulfed him and he was gone.