sonxfthedevil ;; closed
Madeleine found hunting so exhilarating. Being a new born blood drinker it was essential for her to feed every night. Her gifts helped in the finding of these Evildoers she was supposed to feed on, and she had always rejoiced in drinking their blood; in fact she was mad for it.
Her latest prey easily fell into her trap; entranced by her sweet voice and the way she tempted him with a peek of a shapely calf. And yet she was ruthless in her feeding, relishing the way his muffled voice tried to scream for help that would not come.
Then she felt it, a force more powerful than she was, a presence that was older than she, and she looked up, the figure of a man looming nearby.
“Who are you?” she spoke, head tilting just a little, hand still clutching the hair of the man, passed out from fear.










