The blood is sinfully sweet. Elena sinks her fangs deeper into her victim's neck, the hot rush of pumping blood flows and pulsates throughout her entire body. The victim, some middle aged woman, grasps Elena's shoulders with sharp nails. But as Elena drinks, the grip weakens and weakens, and the woman's pulse slows and slows and eventually stops.
Her drained body drops to the ground.
Elena rips the blue paisley scarf from the woman's neck and uses it to daintily wipe her mouth. She's running a hand through her smooth hair when suddenly a twig snaps behind her.
She turns towards the sound. A dark figure emerges from the shadows. As he advances, the shade of the night and the overhanging trees conceal him. Elena watches him approach- not sure whether to stay or run. The paisley scarf falls from her hand. Her instincts say run.
Eventually the man steps away from the shadows and into the moonlight. Elena takes a step forward. She knows this man. This vampire. Her blood-red lips part,
"Elijah."
The man smiles softly. "Hello, Elena. It's a beautiful night for hunting. Do you mind if I join you?"
A/N – Super short intro. Will post the new chapter tomorrow if there's any interest!