She stood silently in front of a mirror brushing her long black hair, a reflection of an empty room staring back at her.

The sound of shattering glass broke her solitary brooding. She turned her head and glanced towards the sound, listening intensely.

She quietly put her brush down on the bench in front of her and made her way into the darkness of the hall. She approached the staircase and swiftly made her way down. Her white transparent gown flowing against her pale skin and behind her like a ghost dancing in the moonlight.

There in the adjacent room, hunched over an open chest was the black shadow of a man, completely unaware of the presence behind him.

She thrust forward and jumped on his back and bit down on his neck violently. Her ivory fangs sinking deep into his flesh as his blood filled her mouth and ran like a red river down her throat.

She withdrew herself and his weakened body fell to the floor. She looked down at his fearful eyes as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

She got down on her knees and knelt beside the dying body, leaning forward and kissing his lips before whispering ‘forgive me’ into his ear.

She sat back and put a hand to his chest feeling his heart beat slowly and fade into the void. The only connection she will ever have with another for eternity.

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Cliff Sombito
Did he died or turned?
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