The death of a sister

1955

RAVENNA SANTIAGO WAS AWARE THAT HER OLDER BROTHER HAD BEEN TURNED INTO A VAMPIRE. How? That, was still a question her. Two years ago, he had been turned, and he left. He wanted, to first, know that he would be able to control himself around his two sisters without accidentally killing them.

So, she was headed towards the one place where she knew that the vampires where; Hotel Dumort.

She wasn't completely sure. Not a hundred percent. It was a rumor.

Or, it was until Raphael confirmed it. By dying. And then turning into a vampire himself. Of course, he didn't know that was how he would end up.

Ravenna knew the chance.

She risked it.

Ravenna had been walking towards the hotel, it was dark out. The moon being one of the only things that lightened up the sky, of course, so had the stars.

"Little girl," a voice suddenly called, sounding more as a question.

Ravenna jumped, yelling out in both fear and surprise.  She placed a hand over her heart, beating frantically.  "Oh god! Christ!"

The man, oddly enough, smiled as he turned his head to the side.  "You are to far from home."

The man lunged, sharp teeth glistening in the moonlight. Once again, Ravenna yelled, fist coming up and swinging. Her fist connected to the man's face, blood from his mouth spraying onto her face, she yelled, both from fear of him, and holjnb ghag her brother would hear her.

Only, she yelped, gagging in disgust, when, upon opening her mouth to scream, she tasted the metallic.

The man jumped at her, immediately sinking his teeth into her neck.  Before snapping his head back, ripping her neck out.

Ravenna fell to the ground, blood pouring from her neck, her hand brought up to press down on the wound.

The last thing she saw, was the blurry figure of her brother, killing the man who has just bitten into her neck.