Beginnings
#1 of the 100 Writing Prompts
By: Rachynn
Disclaimer: I do not own "Vampire Knight"
The deep crimson scars that stained the pristine white snow around her seemed both strange and alluring. Yet, as it diffused into the flakes, it called out to her, its siren's song drifting into her ears, her mouth, her nose.
Then their was the terror that consumed her. Every limb, every joint was paralyzing fear. Whispers told her to flee, but all sense of self preservation was gone, obliterated by those greedy eyes, red with blood lust, that bore into her soul.
"May I drink your blood?"
His voice dripped with lust, insanity and death.