A/N: What can I say, I was on a vampire tirade.
Crimson Storm
It rained blood.
The red marking the ground, windows, walls, and even her body, she stood as the one thing between life and death. The one single entity between the choices that she made, and the future that she wanted.
Violet eyes narrowed into a dagger-like gaze, a soft growl slipping from between her lips. A feral creature that desired to taste blood, hungry, manic.
She nearly cried out at the taste, as she ripped upon the flesh of a villager she didn't even known, drinking deeply from his neck as the red sloshed along his neck, seeping into his clothes.
Shizuru watched from afar as the woman she'd turned went completely and utterly ballistic.
What was this, her fourth kill now?
The poor dear had to have been getting full.
Shizuru leapt from the rooftop she perched upon, landing deftly onto the cobbled streets below. Her voice was honey sweet as she let her fangs nip into the flesh of the younger woman's shoulder to get her attention.
Dark, violet colored eyes, unseeing, peered at her.
"You've feasted enough for one night." Shizuru said pleasantly.
Mai turned back to her dead victim, licking the liquid from him once more. Her mind too flooded with desire, too tainted with the scent of a good long meal, so Shizuru waited.
Waited till this pathetic beast had her fill, waited until the human man was no more, and waited yet still as sanity once again slipped back into the frazzled woman's mind.
She's wait this out because this young vampire, not even a full week into her transformation could be so much more than a horror to haunt the night.
She could be, or rather, would be hers, Shizuru decided. It was fitting, and most of all, it was alluring.
And that was a vampire's most succulent delight.