Vampire

The night was cold and, as always, scary. Monsters were roaming again. Somewhere in the distance, a man's scream was heard. And somewhere else, something completely inhuman. But none of this concerned Cinari; she was trying to sleep in her soft, warm bed, overflowing with toys. A girl with burgundy curls and red eyes. Short, timid, but she could fight back. Out of nowhere, a velvety voice appeared, so soft, gentle, with a slight rasp. The voice called to her, as if caressing Zinc. And then everything was like a fog; the girl woke up in the middle of a field, deep in the night. In a light, snow-white nightgown, only a bite on her neck hurt terribly... Not an insect bite or a human bite, but a vampire bite, a real one. Cinari stood in the middle of a wheat field, relatively close by an old wooden house. It looked like a church, two-story, abandoned. You knew ghosts lived there, not vampires. There was only one ghoul in the village, and he lived in the castle. So Cinari tormented herself with the question: why didn't he eat me right away, why did he leave me here? The girl looked at the sky; it was completely black, not a single star, only the full moon lit the eerie place. There was nothing. Cinari felt neither cold nor heat, nor wind, only a pain in her neck.