Despicable, relentless winds plagued the outer forest that surrounds the small town of Mystic Falls, Virginia. The cold air that November always brought seemed a bit more callous and fierce, while the conniving trees bent the wind in such a way that ghastly voices could be heard even in the heart of the town.
The unfortunate townspeople who decided to walk about the inner streets of the town felt the undying wind on their faces and quickly rushed to their homes. No one would wish to be caught out on the streets in such weather. To be in the forest would be worse.
Still, there was one person who trudged through the outskirts of the town, acting more like an animal than the girl she was. She panted as if water had never been available in her life, and her eyes were extremely bloodshot. She frequently stopped to lean on a nearby tree, though rest never seemed to help her.
Finally, she fell upon the ground, her shallow breaths quick and horrifying. She cried out for help, but her words only came out of her mouth as thick mist, developed from the cold night. Her hands gripped at the leaf-covered forest floor as she eventually let out a piercing scream. The apathetic night paid no attention to her, except to stay loud and persistent as an unusual individual wandered through the woods.
She arched her back in a desperate response to the pain, lifting her more than a few inches from the ground. She struggled to notice the character that was cautiously observing her, though the echo of his footsteps was blaring loudly into her newly-sensitive ears.
The figure loomed down towards her, gripping one of her arms with considerate force. Through the darkness, his green eyes appeared as only slits in the dead of night, but she had no concern or fear at the moment. Her wild, uncontrollable instincts took hold of her, and she eagerly bit into the arm of the stranger that was offered to her.
Quickly, the blood filled her body, and she felt rejuvenated. But she felt no satisfaction, however, continuing to drink the blood she so inexplicably desired. Her conscience never seemed to stop her, though. It had been so diligent in the past few days, but now it seemed to be resting somewhere it could not be heard.
"Stop." The man's voice was imposing, but she couldn't stand to obey it. She still held the arm to her mouth, looking up at his neck, in which she could hear the rushing blood that flowed in such quantity. Anticipation filled her mind, and she left the arm, moving towards the stranger's neck.
Suddenly, with a brute force she did not expect, the stranger pushed her up against a tree. The sound of cracking bark and hurried breathing from the both of them hardly had an effect on her desire. Like a mad wolf, she lunged herself towards the stranger, intending to drain all of the blood from his body. Yet the stranger had an incredible strength that she could not explain, and, yet again, he pushed her away, this time to the ground, where she lost consciousness to the callousness of that night.