The cut was deep. It ran from the sole of her feet to her ankle.
Fresh blood trikled down from her foot.
How long was it until she reached another village.
The forest was covered in snow and the frost
Had started bite her skin.
Amelein heaved for air as she had been in the forest for the past hour. Save for the hoooting of an owl and a wild cat that had meowed some minutes ago, she was practically alone.
But the wind brought a faint sound to her ear... footsteps. They were faint but she could hear it and now she knew she had company.
And she was sure it was not good company.
She was at a disadvantage because her foot was injured. The only thing that her subconscious told her was one word. 'run'
But her strength was failing her. She prayed enearstly for som sort of escape.
What if it was a vampire!
Or worst a black witch.!!!!
She tried to steady her breath while hiding behind one of the trees. It had large branches which was enough to cover her. She bent over and sat on the forest floors while steadying herself on her good foot. She left the other foot to rest straight while stretching it to avoid the injured side.
*****
Dante walked through the forest while watching out for signs of black witches.
No normal man would walk into this part of the forest. It was called the heart of the forest for a reason. Even though it was quiet. The eery silence and the fog that rose to the length of his knees and circled the entire forest. It was said to start at the stroke of midnight,some said the were spirits of the deceased the were wandering about since they refused to pass through the gates of eternal rest.
Hell or heaven?
Who cared anyways.
He was there because of the council man who said he had heard of the black witch who had been creating a potion turn humans into a docile state and she had planned an attack on an entire human village but he was sure the attack had already taken place because , it was meant to take place that night.
He wasn't a saint to come here to save the city... Of course not . There were people in the department and they were too lazy to do their jobs. Just when he was about to kick the wooden door he found deep in the heart of the forest that looked like a small old box house. It was so small that he doubted if it was up to quarter the size of his room.
Suddenly he smelt something in the air, it it was very potent. It was blood. His fangs grew and began to crave blood. He struggled to control his thirst and it seemed really bad at the moment. It enveloped his senses which made him momentarily forget his mission to trace the source of the blood.
This wasn't human blood but then what race was this?
He began walking until he got to a thicket of trees where so many trees clustered together there by forming an umbrella. He held up his short revolver gun and held it up with both hands while using his ears as extra set of equipment used to pick up any odd sounds.
Just as he was about to take a step forward he a spike in a heart beat but it was beating at a slow beat which was odd. He used his nostrils to concentrate but the sound and the smell where coming from the same place.
Then he sighted a dress and soon he could make out a silhouette of a woman in a seated position.
but what was a human female doing in this part of the forest. But she didn't look like a witch.
While still in thought he heard the woman scream so loudly, letting out a shrill cry. That was when he noticed the presence of a vampire with but it was a low level vampire with bright red eyes but his fangs were longer than normal. A deranged vampire. His nails grew out long and harshly grabbed the woman while piercing his nails into her skin causing blood to ooze out of the injured hands.
Dante seeing this quickly aimed for the head of the corrupted vampire making the later fall limb on the ground after releasing the woman. But instead of one rather two bodies fell to the ground, one following the other. One succumbed to death while the second fainted from shock.