The snow was falling to the ground by the gray sky, lazily and airily. It was as if all colors have erased from the world. There was only white, black and gray. The snow had formed the soft, white layer over the forest. The tall, dark branches of the perennial firs looked like black shadows in the night while the sky was gray. It seemed like a pure world… However the pale moon that was hanging in the dead sky, eerily, painting the world in a macabre silver color was making a logical person think twice before making this statement. That night was a night of ghosts…a night of nightmares… Like it happens to all nightmares, no sound is allowed around you, so here too, even footsteps' sounds were drowned in the white, silent carpet. Chilling wind was blowing around, making the fraught of snow tree branches moan.
Like it happens to all nightmares, no sound is allowed in here. The steps were drowned down the snow. A couple of men were running in absolute panic with the snow crumbling below their leather boots. Even their thick capes were powdered with snow but the men didn't have time to dust it off them. They were running, taking scared glances over their shoulders, like it happens to all nightmares, not sure who or what was pursuing them or where it was coming from, but at the same time they knew very well. Their racing hearts were telling them the truth, their rasping breaths that were coming out of their mouths in small clouds were telling them to run as fast as their human legs were allowing them to. Their entire Being was screaming at them the word "Danger!"
Somewhere in the shadows, among the branches, their hunters were moving swiftly in the darkness. The silhouettes were hard to distinguish in the darkness but they appeared to belong to human creatures but the speed…the way they were moving couldn't be human. No human could practically fly from branch to branch with the speed even the fastest squirrel would envy. No human could be so certain in absolute darkness of an unfriendly forest. The men wished they still had their carriage and their horses but when the vehicle got out of its way and turned upside-down violently, it took one of the horses with it. The second broke two legs and they had to leave it behind. As panic was the one advising them to move, they helplessly started running in the forest towards the open meadow without even knowing whether they were heading to the right direction. Even in their warm clothes and their thick cloaks, the men were feeling the cold piercing through their bones like dagger. And they were running…running and running in the dead of night… But like it happens to most nightmares…their struggle is in vain…
Three figures jumped in front of them as if landing from nowhere. They were indeed human figures. They were people dressed in cloaks but even so, their attires were lighter than the hunted men, as though the cold couldn't touch them.
"At last…" a tenor, male voice said calmly to the others, "I had started to think that we would have no other person passing from this place. It seems as if an eternity passed since the last time we had a good meal"
"Indeed" answered a deep, female voice, "It's been a while since the last time such a treat passed from our hunting grounds!"
"Well, it can't be helped" now the third shadow spoke in a thin, girly voice, "Humans had started suspecting this place"
They were talking to each other, chatting as if the terrified people were not there and then they rushed upon them almost in perfect union. The only thing the unlucky men could do (the only thing they had time to do) was to scream their lungs out. It was one last scream of agony, which was drowned within the white and silent world…
Meanwhile a few meters away there was indeed a meadow. The place seemed indeed so innocent and so welcoming. It was an open space with a wall of trees behind, washed by the falling snowflakes like a protective curtain. The crunching sound of the snow under the shoes was the only thing breaking the white silence. A little girl was walking alone there. She barely looked like being five to seven years old. Despite the warm, woolen dress, the two pairs of shocks, the woolen blouse she was wearing inside, the warm, leather boots at her feet, the short cape and the long, red cape with the hood she was wearing and despite the warm gloves to her hands, the girl was shivering as she had her small hands clasped together close to her chin and mouth, from which her breath was coming in white clouds, liquefying into frozen air.
When the carriage had turned around, she had managed to slip out and start running, not sure where she was heading to. She was lucky she got out of the trees in the meadow, but now she was alone, cold and hungry and now she regretted it she ran off to this place, leaving the others behind and without saying a word. Perhaps they would get mad at her…perhaps they would punish her later, however it was not her fault she was lost. The snow was still falling, covering her footprints and leaving her with no clue where she had come from before. She had run till here but now she couldn't anymore.
She stopped for a second to catch her breath and turned her gaze up to the sky with her big, hazel eyes fastened upon the infinite gray. She extended her small hand out to see a few snowflakes falling on it and melting once they touched the material of her glove. White snow… Something made her look up. She didn't know what it was. Perhaps it was a change to the chilling air or a false heartbeat in her chest. There was a figure walking at her with steady steps.
"Are you lost?" a calm voice was heard
The voice was soft like the snowflakes coming from the skies but it was all the same soulless…all the same chilling. It was a thin voice that could belong to a child. The person before her was a young boy, pale like moon. It was dressed in an evening suit despite the cold. The suit was in a deep and dark color she couldn't distinguish in the darkness. The pants he was wearing were short, like boys of his age usually wore. Instead of warm boots, he was wearing common, fancy shoes. It was as if the cold wasn't touching him. A long cape (longer than his total height) was hanging from his shoulders in black and red. The ultimate combination of blood and darkness upon the purity of the snow… As the girl looked up the boy's eyes were glowing in red color…
"I'm hungry…" he said in a kind of apologetic or nagging voice but all the same calm and soft, "May I…drink from your neck?"
The girl gasped and backed away only to fall on her butt on the snow. The boy got hold of her shoulders, kneeling down and then his mouth opened to reveal fangs below, fangs that sank deeply into the tender flesh…and blood stained the whiteness of the snow…
As the boy was still bended down, another figure landed behind him as if coming from sky itself. It was a female with short, grayish hair (despite the fact her face looked young) with some hair falling to one side of her face…
"Are you finished, Young Master?" she asked nobly kneeling on her one knee and crossing one arm over her chest as she bowed
The boy, licked lazily the wound on the girl's neck and stood up to his feet, mopping his mouth with his fist.
"Yeah" he said without bothering turning around to face the one talking to him, "Let's go home…"
The wind was now continuing his trip over the empty meadow and around the two, cloaked figures, waving their clothes softly in the process. He continued his trip over the deserted, white meadow as if nothing happened…as if the little girl had never existed in that place…as if she had never left her last breath there…
They say there are beasts out there…beasts with sharp sabers and strong jaws that can easily break necks and bones… They say that beasts used to steal human's cattle every day. There are beasts out there. There are bears and wolves lurking in the mountains and foxes that steal chicken even from inside the farms…
However the most fearful beast…the most dangerous of all…are the beasts in human form who live by drinking the blood of living humans…creatures that live in the darkness and deceiving humans with their looks to lure them into traps… There are beasts in human form that drink the blood of living humans. These are…
Vampires…
They say that no person ever lived after encountering a vampire… There is no human in the world, they say, that doesn't know about them, who doesn't fear them… Even the brave Hunters who often kill those creatures, they learnt how to fear them… Even if they continue their job, trying to save humankind, they lost countless comrades in the process… Despite the losses they learnt how to move forward…
They learnt how to stay away from them…
Stay away from them…
Stay away from the Servants of Darkness…
Stay away from the Children of the Night…
Stay away from them…
If you don't…then there is no turning back…
If you don't…then you know it's the end…
If you don't…
…Your life will change forever…
This is kind of the introduction. I was inspired once more from Vampire Knight for this fic.
Just in case you didn't see it, this is supposed to take place in Middle Ages or Renaissance or something. More things will be revealed soon. For now...you must be satisfied with this! Hehehe! Anyway I hope you liked it.
I kind of listened to this while writing. (Another Opening). Perhaps it can be considered as the "opening theme song" of this one. In any case I hope you liked it.
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