She ran, of course she ran, what else was she to do. Stand meekly and accept the fact that they would hang her, no her pride was to strong for that. She'd never let that happen, even if she had to die to prevent it. She would rather die with honour, not die as an acclaimed witch. She tripped over her heavy skirts, breathing deeply, clutching her chest in pain. She mumbled a curse under her breath and glanced over her shoulder at the ever-nearing torchlight. The looming trees on either side of her gave little comfort to her, so she started to run again, stumbling ever so often on her skirts, yet continuing on her trek. She could hear the dogs coming closer, crushing through the brush, the sound of angry men, wanting blood and vengeance. She wouldn't let the win, so she looked both way, frantically, ebony coloured hair falling over her odd coloured eyes to cloud her vision. She once again picked up her skirts and began to run, finally reaching a road, dark and unlit like most roads at the time. She stopped, looking around to see if the men were still pursued her, and the men she grew up with. People she knew since birth had claimed her witch and laid false testimony on her. Her own flesh and blood had claimed she had cursed them, that she had lain with the devil and was given powers to cause mischief; she had laughed at the accusations, giving them more reason to blame her. But she couldn't help but to laugh at the paranoid thoughts, what these forests did to people she did not want to explain, but the result was not good. She ground her teeth loudly, letting her gaze drift across the deserted road, not knowing which way she should go. She scowled deeply, brow furrowed into a deep V shape. She shook her head, hair flying everywhere as she tried to clear up her muddled thoughts.

As if by some unearthly power a light breeze wafted through the trees, lifting the hairs on her neck slightly. She turned slowly, skirts billowing about her. She looked up at the figure standing before him, whether he was human or not she knew not then. She only knew he was a man, that had come out from nowhere by the look of it. She narrowed her eyes slightly, the figure only smiled, dark eyes luminous. Whether they were naturally black or if it was her eyes she knew not at the moment, all she knew right now was she had to get away from the figure and everything that was currently happening.

He smiled widely, a devious grin, a smile that reminded her of something evil. The figure finally spoke, a smooth voice, good with words, very much unlike the coarse country language she herself was so used too. "Hanna" he purred softly, his voice soothingly like a soft whisper. She nodded slowly in consent "um…yes" she whispered hesitantly, her youthful face marred by a deep frown. He smiled again, the smile she disliked so much when she knew what it meant later on. "Ah…. do not be afraid" he whispered to her, taking a few steps forward to stand in front of her, his towering form causing her to shudder

She whimpered as she tilted her head to look at him. A single word was dispatched between them and Hanna fell suddenly, only to be caught in his hands. He smiled once again, his eyes clouding over with the urge to feed. He tilted her head to one side, exposing her pale vulnerable neck. He sighed and put his lips to the vein at her throat, his canines extending and piercing her skin, a thin line of blood trickling down her throat and shoulder. She moaned softly and fell silent as he pulled away, letting her fall to the ground with a loud thud as her body connected with the ground. He frowned and looked down at her motionless form laying in the dirt, he sighed loudly once again, many things going through his head, and knelt down, listening to her laboured breathing. Ever so slowly he rolled up his sleeve, exposing his wrist. He slowly took out a knife, glancing over his shoulder, hearing the men not far from were they were. He cut his wrist, placing it before her mouth and watching her reach for his arm and drink. He hissed and pulled away, getting up and disappearing with the girl just as her pursuers emerged from the forest to stand looking at the disappearing form of the man and girl