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Prologue

Blood. Deliciously red, pure, deep, and smooth. Liquid, a color so red, deep, and vibrant rolled down her neck with uneven strides and left behind beautiful scars. Such imperfection, such beauty… He wanted to touch the hurt skin with his trembling hands and feel the uneven, revolting yet beautiful ripped skin. The drops of blood stumbled into each other, forming bigger and more perfect, smooth circles… just like the drops of rain falling on their heads. The perfection of pain soothed his tortured soul. He could not even begin to describe the smell -- the smell of his fix, the smell of his desire, the smell of the most delicious, rarest flavor of human blood. Its smell wouldn't be nearly as satisfying as the feeling of its smooth surface through his lips and his veins, but he enjoyed the moment nonetheless. How long had he waited for this?

Before the precious blood could go to waste and fall onto the grass covered forest floor below, he leaned forward to steal his first taste, having finished admiring the girl's greatest beauty. He felt no guilt as his sharp, brilliantly white teeth came in contact with her pale skin. The smooth, perfect circles shattered under his fangs. His thin, dry lips pressed against the white skin of her neck. His terribly thin fingers held onto the bottom of her chin to keep her head still.

His victim seemed to wake up from the shock of pain just then. She parted her blood stained lips to plead one last time, but then her muscles relaxed and her icy blue eyes grew distant. She was dead.

He felt his long, black hair fall off of his shoulder and onto the grass they were lying on as he tilted his head to get a better taste of the wound. He closed his eyes, his eyelids covering the brilliant blue, and felt the taste of his sister's blood playing and bouncing along the tip of his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He breathed in deeply as his mind cooled and his heart rate slowed. His tense muscles relaxed and his anger vanished. Time seemed to stop inside of his head as the rain drops falling from above reduced their speed. He would find that time was actually going faster when it seemed to be slowing, for just then he felt the unpleasant feeling of dead skin in the midst of the metallic taste. He spat it out as if it was a watermelon seed and opened his eyes slightly to take a look at his younger sister, lying next to him. Her neck was whiter than the melting snow accumulated near the trees and her veins looked flat and drained of color. There was nothing left. He closed his eyes again, feeling the taste still left in his mouth, not knowing when he would be able to drink anything like this again.

His lips finally parted and his hand fell limp next to her side as his muscles relaxed. The ends of his lips moved upward for a split second before he rose from the ground where this dead woman lay. Fresh blood dripped from his pointed teeth and bottom lip. He opened his eyes, uncovering the icy blue retina that was startling enough to hypnotize. His head slowly tilted upward, allowing him to look at the trees above. He finally gathered the energy to stand up from this heaven and walk away from what was his last living family member. He carefully made his way out of the haunted forest that no mortal dared to enter.

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