December 7, 1642
It had been a cold night. The winter snow lay on the ground as I stepped in it, the forest quiet as more added to the banks. The only sounds were of my feet landing in the snow banks and my slight out-of-breath sighing.
The animals were sleeping. Even the raccoons, though I suspect the reason they are hiding was because of the cold. But no mice, rats, deer or elks were making noise. I was alone in the night after all. Well, except for the few bugs and trees.
I walked on, my cloak flew out around me, not even attempting to block out the cold. My long blond hair fell into curls at my sides, but when the wind blew, it caressed the curls and wrought them out behind me. My boots were no match to the snow that melted under my feet when they made contact with the warmth of my body, though even that was dropping quickly. I might not have even made it out of the woods as alive as I did if I hadn’t still had an ounce of curiosity in me.
As I walked on, lost in my own thoughts, the sound of cracking wood disrupted the rhythm in my steps. I had stopped, listening, and a bit frightened. I thought I was alone. More breaking wood. But there were no animals around. If there had been, wouldn’t I have heard them already? I came to realize afterwards that I wouldn’t have.
Curiosity getting the better of me, I walked slowly towards the snapping noises. Soon I saw light. A fire. I sighed in relief. Abandoning my attempt at being stealthy, I raced to the fire. It was in a clearing, but when I shot out of the bushes and out into the clearing, all I saw was the burning fire. No one was there. No one that could have made the fire. I began to realize that I had made the mistake of making myself known to the woods.
I was frightened. I was scared to move, even take a frigid breath. My thoughts stopped and my so did my shivering skin.
That’s when I laid my eyes on Zadia-Kacey Bloodstone for the first time ever.
To be honest, I thought she was a ghost to begin with. She had a very pale complexion. The cold coming off from her rolled off her as if the world wanted me to freeze into an icicle. At first it would seem like she was naked, but I eventually saw that she wore a winter-white cloak around her, the exact shade of her skin; white as bone.
However, though everything else about her seemed invisible and non-touchable, her eyes stood out the most. I stared at her eyes, not because of fear, but because of surprise and confusion. I would have thought her eyes would have been an icy shocking blue. But no. They were red like blood, as if she smeared her eye sockets with her own blood and made it pour into her eyes.
I stood very still, not even daring to breathe. Who is she? I kept thinking. As my mind raced around the world and back again, the woman circled me, examining me, as if I were a guinea pig she was about to test some new cancer cure on; looking to see if I wasn’t ill or malnourished.
Finally, she stopped in front of me, barely two inches away from my chest. She looked at me in the eye and held. I couldn’t breathe at all. I was afraid if I did, she would hurt me.
The sound of her voice shocked me entirely. I thought it would sound harsh and monotone, but it was as if a child was speaking to me, not a beautiful young woman.
“You are very strong, I can see, but the cold weather had used you and made you rusty, am I wrong?” She didn’t wait for an answer from me. “A strong woman, you are. But you are tired and cold and wish for a bed. I would have eaten you by now, but I just love the way young men’s blood feels on my lips. Be grateful for this; I also favour the taste of young women.” I shuddered, not really sure what she meant by all this.
“I shall offer you my bed. I hardly ever use it anyway, not since my father died. I sleep in my lover’s bed if ever I am sleepy. This is rare, really. I never really sleep.” She walked back to her nicely made fire. I didn’t notice at first, but there were four or five large male elks lying dead beside it. One was threatened by the fire suddenly as the wind changed direction, blowing the ashes onto the corpse’s fur. The woman grabbed the animal without much effort and pushed it back into the pile. I suspected she had already taken out the guts.
As she poked the fire and pulled another elk out of the pile and pulled it nearer to the warmth, she asked me, “What’s your name? I’ve never seen you around before.”
She patted a patch on the ground; snow now melted because of the fire, and offered me a seat. I accepted, and watched as she built more fire.
“My name is Faye,” I stuttered.
“Faye What?” she asked.
I knew what she meant. “No. Sorry. My name’s Faye Adrianne Wright. I am twenty three and a half and like to read and write. I am currently looking for a story to write and that is why I am out here in this cold forest. I have not been able to set out a plot as of yet, but I seem to have an idea already. And I just moved here about a week ago, which is why we’ve never met … Before” I panted. The cold was getting to me.
The woman smiled. “I didn’t need that much. However, since you were kind enough to tell me all that, I will share something with you. My name is Zadia-Kacey Lorien Bloodstone, seventeen years old in two days. I am in this forest because I am very hungry and now I need to eat. If you do not like blood, please move, because there will be much of it. And I have lived here my whole long life” She smiled as if this was what she usually said to strangers.
I moved. I did not like seeing blood at all much. My father is a doctor and tells me to go to my room whenever he has to take blood to his fridge in the basement. I faint from just the thought of it. I am woozy already.
What came next from Zadia-Kacey was very disturbing. Instead of cutting up the animal into bits to cook on the fire, she held the back of the dead elk to the fire, letting it catch and then blowing it out. She then peeled off the fur from the corpse and then, very greedily, bit into it. And she didn’t bite and chew. She bit and sucked. Oh my God. She was sucking the blood.
That’s when I fainted from the thought of someone drinking blood.
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