THE PROPHESYFlashes of images ran through her mind.
A small girl, barely five years old by the looks of her, was kneeling on the floor, sobbing her heart out over a body. A body soaked with blood and an injury so great and severe it would cause famed doctors all over the world to grimace in pity.
It had been one of the most famous and well-remembered vampire attacks in history. That night, a massive massacre froze the world in its never-ending slumber. The undead rose from their resting places, bent on wrecking havoc, and kicked off the slaughter of the century. They attacked, without mercy, on the mortal world. After all, they were just humans.
She had been a victim, five years ago. How could she have survived for so long, others wondered. She held on, determined, resisting the call of death. But slowly, her resolve weakened. And at the same time, her strength slowly ebbed from her, slowly, but gradually, and she fell to them, yet again, bowed to them, unknown to a single soul.
She had been heavy with child, the time of first crisis, and almost lost her. Her grief overcame her fear and obedience to them, and she broke free for the first time in history. But soon, they came back, seeking her out, forcing her back into service, punishing her greatly.
Rumors spread. Would the child be a vampire too? A bloodthirsty beast maybe? Villages were set at unrest, unsure of what to do. In time, the rumors died low, like a well-beaten fire, and everyone forgot about it.
The attack, brutal, deadly and ruthless. A tale that would be told for the many generations to come. Throughout the land, cries of help and suffering could be heard, while man after man bowed down in front of the face of death. Silent as the night that brought them, they came, armored with nothing but their teeth, claws, and their natural resistance to Man. They struck like lightning, swift and deadly. Many a man went down in just the first attack, tremendous wounds on the abdomen and head area.
The second attack came at dawn, when the mortals were tending to the injured and down. Vampires by the hoards came rising from the ink-dark waters of the cold clammy sea, bringing with them the hounds of the undead realm. Vicious claws and teeth bringing down men, women and children alike, snapping them up into their canine mouth, crunching on the skulls of the fallen, like puppies after bones.
She had been protecting her beloved daughter from the onslaught. The beasts chanced upon her, slaying her in an instant, deadly hounds snapping up the ex-follower’s bones, absorbing the needed nutrients into their systems. They turned on the girl, determined to continue with their pray, and struck down hard. Unknown to them, they made a fatal mistake on that. The moment physical contact was made, before they could sink their fatal fangs in, they disintegrated. Frightened and angry, the remaining vampires fled into the night, back to where they came from, but the girl had already passed out.
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Her heart is still bleeding}
