I had way too much fun writing this...
Mostly playing around with words, trying to conjure atmosphere etc.
The woman is lying in her bed. Her mind does not wander Vaermina's realm tonight; she is sleeping soundly, dreamless, peaceful.
The quiet sound of a clicking lockpick inside the lock disturbs the silence but she does not stir. After a bit of wriggling the lock gives way to the intruder's tools; the door of the two-room hut opens soundlessly - the hinges are well-oiled - and closes again after a figure has stepped inside. The dark shape swiftly moves towards the woman's bedroom.
She is lying on the side, blanket drawn over her chest and tucked under one are. Her chin-long dark red hair leves her pale neck exposed. For some time - an eternity, maybe, or just a few seconds - the intruder looms over her, simply looking, then the figure bows over her and almost gently sinks a pair of long, white fangs in her throat.
At first, the woman seems to be unaware of her blood leaving her body, but suddenly her eyes snap open. A startled yelp never leves her mouth: The intruder's right hand clamps down on her lips as quickly as a serpent's strike while the left one catches her wrists with the same incredible speed. Effortlessly the figure holds her down and carefully eases the teeth out of her neck, avoiding to rip the flesh.
Again the intruder simply looks at the trembling woman in the bed before bending down a second time. This time, the mouth doesn't find her veins, though, but her ear. Quietly the shape begins to whisper softly.
A few words later the woman's tense muscles relax. The lips under the intruder's hand curls in a lazy smile while the alert look vanishes from her eyes and her eyelids close halfway. Satisfied, the figure loosens the grip and bites her again, provoking no response.
When they find her, days later, it's hard to see in her decaying features. But more than one person swears she is smiling.