Blood Trinity
Preface: Death's Kiss
To no avail would the girls' eyes flutter open, the coldness now taking her in its' welcoming arms. The warm liquid that flowed over her skin, crimson and thick, continued to gush out like an overflowed river. The wood beneath her was wet from the rain that poured with no hint at stopping; darkness closed in around her. The pitter patter of the rain hardly audible any longer.
Her mind drifted in and out of consciousness, her soul seeping out in segments as her blood continued streaming down her head. Death drew near with every passing second, and he knew he could not wait. The pale figure stared longingly at the girl, but somehow pained by his wants. He could very well, easily save her, or could he? Would he be satisfied with a mouthful of her blood, or would he crave her whole amount? Time wasn't in his favor.
"Forgive me…" His velvet voice spoke softly as picked up the bleeding girl in his arms.
She was his one attraction. Her layered black hair that spiked out so casually enticed him as did her thin, yet luscious lips of which he had never tasted. Her thin, fragile, yet slightly muscular body fit perfectly in his and what pierced him so acutely was her skin-her blushing, soft, warm skin. And soon it would all be gone.
He'd have to bite her, there was no other way. The pain she would bear from the transformation would be close to unbearable he knew, but he could not lose her like this. Not when he did not even get the chance to be with her. He leaned his ear to her heart, the pulse slowly dieing away. She would hate him for turning her into a monster; loathe him for all eternity.
His lips pressed against her neck and his fangs dug into her skin, slightly. The taste was exquisite, shocking his every sense and giving his own dead heart a quickening pulse. He pulled away quickly before it got out of hand. She tasted too good for her own well-being. She writhed in pain on the ground as the venom took its course through her blood, slowly killing all that was human within her.
He shouted to the heavens, knowing very well that he had condemned her to hell, and he hated himself for it. He heard her scream out in agony as the transformation took its toll; it would be some days before it was complete. His eyes flashed crimson with hunger. Hunger for the blood that still remained in her. Disgusted with himself he fled the sight. He had to if he wanted to ensure her life. After all nothing meant more to him than the survival of Arcia Larent.