Cora Primrose


*Cora would wake up in the middle of an open field, blood pooled under and around her, there was a big bloody gash in the front of her dress but, no wound. Next to her was a dying man, a note leaning against him, it read “Here, figured you would be hungry when you woke.” The air reeked of blood and the mans faint pulse thundered in her ears. She sat up and leaned over the man sinking her fangs into his neck, a soft moan leaving her lips as his blood flowed over her tongue.*