Night Terrors

Night fell over Arcane Falls, covering it like a dark veil. A dark, menacing veil. Although people knew about the terrifying and ugly events taking place in that peaceful, quiet, little town, they all chose to ignore it. Why? The answer is simple. Because if they dug too far, they would uncover the nasty, horrifying truth. And no one was prepared for it. Not truly.

Emmaline Arcane. The kind-hearted, intellectual, hard-working, gentle soul of Arcane Falls. Daughter of Vittoria and Sawyer Arcane. Yes, founders of Arcane Falls.

People consider, that bad things happening to such brilliant young women, are the result of unfortunate fate. And yes, that might be true...

But, who was there to help Emmaline, as she was trapped in the poisonous embrace of her bloodthirsty perpetrator? As she struggled against him, trying not to let his sharp fangs sink into the delicate skin of her luscious neck?

Who was there to listen to her high pitched screams as they cut through the quiet of the night?

No one. And no one could get there on time, to stop that monster from draining her completely. Draining her, until her skin turned the scariest shade of white. Draining her, until her eyes were nothing but lifeless holes. Draining her, like she was nothing more than a human blood bag.

But, maybe that's exactly what she was. A vessel of scarlet, delicious, addicting, blood. Blood, that every single creature of the night would kill to taste it. Swallow it, and let it burn its throat.

Emmaline's drained body fell to the musky, dirty ground, with a thump, before her preparator's claws scratched her chest open, stealing her faintly beating heart.

That, would be a usual night in Arcane Falls. Eerie, quiet, menacing, bloody.

And it would keep being like this, until all immaculate young women like Emmaline, would decorate the woods like lifeless dolls...