A young girl stood in the dark, a trembling hand ready to open the door, but it hesitated. She listened to the sound of giggles and whimpers that came from the other side, hardly muffled at all.

Don't do it.

Slowly, she reached forward. Her small hand seized the brass knob and turned it as quietly as she could.

Please, listen to me..

Sweat trailed down the side of her face as she pushed the door open slightly. Light spilled into the once black hallway. Her white night gown swished against her thin legs. After a moment, she looked through the half-inch gap.

You don't want to see that. It's going to-

Round brown eyes widened in shock. Horror stopped her heart cold, and her mouth hung as if to take a big gulp of air.

-ruin you. . .

She fell to her knees, arms lip noodles. Her blonde hair was disheveled from sleep, and her skin paled from fright. The door had been shoved open wider when her legs gave out. She was revealed and exposed to the tragic sight beyond. Tears welled up in her orbs.

Standing in the midst of the living room was a teenage girl. Her features were unclear except two glowing red irises. The teen was clutching something large with both hands. It was a man with a hazy shroud to block any chance of identifying it. The older girl dropped him like a sack of potatoes, a cruel smile fixed to her lips. Her teeth were covered with ruby red stains. It was only then did the child notice all the other corpses discarded around the room. Puddles of liquid slipped inside the cracks of the floorboards.

"H.. How could you," she asked breathlessly. "How could you kill my family?"

Smirking, the teen moved towards her with menacing movements.

"How could I? You mean 'how could we'."

The child gasped, and she took a step back.

"W-we? B-but I would never hurt them!"

"Oh, Ana," she mocked while shaking her head. "Poor, sweet, ignorant Anastasia. Look at your hands and tell me if you still believe that drivel."

Her gaze shifted to examine herself like she had been instructed to. Blood coated them in a warm, sticky layer. It had splattered on her dress which was now soaked and heavy. Some matted her locks to her forehead. Her slumped form rested in a pool of crimson like a lake filled with thick color dye. She shook violently.

"It's okay," soothed the mysterious woman. "We didn't need them anyways."

She stopped a foot away from Anastasia, head cocked to the side. Reaching down, she stroked the girl's hair a couple of times. Once her fingers brushed the top of her scalp again, she curled them tightly. Yanking sharply, she pulled Ana to her feet and held on.

Pain contorted her features. She grasped desperately onto her tresses and winced at how badly her roots hurt. Her teeth clenched, and her back arched.

"Do you want to know something? You'll be like me when you're older."

The little girl did not reply. The teen's mouth gravitated closer to her neck. She wasn't discouraged by the lack of an answer. Her lips mouthed a few more words, but there was no sound to them. Once she finished, she opened her maw wide and bit into her flesh.

Anastasia squeezed her eyes shut, tears finally streaming over her cheeks, and screamed.

AaaaaaaA

I went back and changed the intro. I also changed the next two chapters, so bare with me. At first, I had no clue what this was going to be about nor how I was going to introduce the characters, but I've finally decided. Hopefully no more rewrites will be needed, or, at least, on a large scale. That's all for now.

Onwards!