June 28th, 1594
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Darkness… blankness… death…
Those three words were all that Arthur could currently comprehend. After the pain had finally ceased, this was all that remained for him. He felt himself falling; falling deep into a sea of complete emptiness. He saw nothing, felt nothing, was nothing...
The body of this man was thrown against the foot of a tree right beside a small forest, covered in his own blood whish was still slowly oozing out of the two small puncture holes on his neck. His clothes were covered in partially dried blood, and the sticky red substance was matted in his blonde hair.
It was the dead of the night, and the light of the moon greatly accentuated his deathly pale skin which contrasted greatly with the dark crimson colour of the blood which stained his lips and surrounding areas. It was a truly hideous sight for anyone to possibly witness.
The incident was obviously quite recent, but the effects were all the same.
He drew not a single breath, and his heart didn't have a beat to miss. There were no signs of life left to be observed.
Arthur Kirkland was dead.
(( Hey guys~! :D I've been wanting to write this for a while now. This whole story is the prologue to my Vampire!Arthur's story, and I hope you enjoy it! I'll update the next chapter very soon, so I hope it's okay :) ))