Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150204060459/@comment-5583506-20150207032712

Victoriane was in deep sleep. Her fragile little heart was beating ever so slowly and her breathing was heavy. She was already knocking at death's door, but it was not yet late for her to turn back.

But a shadow crept into her room in the shape of harmless mist.

She awoke when she could feel the presence of someone else in the room. "Who... who's there?" she said with a hoarse voice.

There was no respond. Her face was locked in an expression of fear when the mist materialised into a shadowy shape with glowing, red eyes.

"Still awake, I see", shrugged the man and smiled, revealing two potruding fangs in his jaws.

"Oh, Gods..." she pleaded and tried to move.

When he leaned down on her closer than anyone had ever been before she shuddered and prayed that it would all be over soon.

"Don't worry, my little kitten", cooed the man and pressed his lips to her throat. "I won't kill you. I will simply..." He opened his jaws wide. "... resurrect you."

His fangs sunk into the same holes he had given her before and she uttered a vague moan as he began to feed off her again. When he was done she was even weaker than before. She looked after him as he backed away and gave her an elegant bow.

"I will visit you again soon", he said and grinned. "And then I will show you the world from an entirely different perspective."

She nodded vaguely. She could barely move an inch. As he disapparated into mist again and disappeared she slowly turned her head and looked up into the ceiling. A spider had made its nest in the corner above her desk.

I should have captured it and let it run free outside the college, she speculated.

A noise could be heard in the distance, booming in her ears.

What's that?!

It was the sound of her own pulse. It had increased, not in tempo, but in loudness...

''It's so noisy... Make it stop...''

And suddenly from somewhere above, her prayers were answered. Her heatbeats grew louder and louder, and turned slower and slower, until the last thing she ever heard was one last boom. Her eyelids were half-open and her eyes were still fixated on the ceiling, yet they did not see...