Prologue

Dressed in red with lips far more delicious then a pomegranate , she was craving for blood…

A piercing scream. The sound was so high and loud that the beautiful dark-blue and gold painted vintage windows of the cemetery in the middle of the forest shattered into tiny pieces. The cascade itself was torn and broken from the inside leaving only the almost crushed down side on the table with a young seemingly fragile woman in a long blood red dress floating slightly as the wind blew through the now- non-existent windows.

She carefully moved her hand to her throat, touching her stomach and chest in the process as if to make sure she could do it. Pulling away tangled ringlets of brown hair she finally touched her burning throat. Coughing slightly she tried to massage the fire inside away but everything was useless.

The stranger looked around, counting the damage that was done by her own voice. Stepping down bare legged she made her way to the door, leaving small bloody prints as she was stepping on the glass-covered floor of her own burial place. Reaching the door that seemed to be made of a very strong metal, she turned one last time to observe the scene in front of her, wondering how many years has she spent there. Licking her crimson lips, she effortlessly opened the door and exited into the woods, enveloping her in fog.

Right at the moment her priorities were a blur but in the back of her mind she knew a few things without any doubt:

One – she needed blood. As soon as possible.

Two – she had to find her Sire.

Three – she had to find a witch as powerful as the Original one.

For however sympathetic and loyal she was to the Original family, Juliet was not about to risk spending another God only knows how many years in a coffin because of their never-ending war with each other.

Music suggested:

Keep the Streets Empty for Me by Fever Ray