Flies buzz around a decomposed horse. Its guts are spilled out on the ground, bloody thick ropes and knots glimmering in the moonlight. The smell emitted from this animal's wound is a dozen times worse than the sight itself.

A rugged young man sits slouched next to a tree. He's coughing up blood, eyes begging for mercy.

I know not what happened to him and his horse. Nor why they are alone so deep in the forest at midnight.

Only one thing is for certain, I cannot save him. A mortal's life lasts only so long. To me, he is nothing but a wounded deer whining in pain.

I cannot sympathize with him. What I do next is only to save myself, not him.

I kneel down in front of him, smoothing out the skirt of my dress. I stare deeply into his pitiful eyes. However, it is my teeth that sink deeper into his skin.

I feel him wince underneath me, but he has no strength left to fight back. Like this I take his remaining life. He drops dead in an instant. His skin is so cold and pale. I run my hand over his face, softly closing his eyelids.

The blood of man does not satisfy me. I am determined to search for sweeter blood.