Half an Hour ago:

“ R..Russle! Stop! Please…” Sarah whimpered, part of her dark hair turning more red then brown from her own blood. How could he do this to her! She didn’t.. didn’t understand… A few moments later he dropped her, stepping back as he looked at what he had done with horror. Watching his now former lover fall to the ground and lay dying… becoming what he hated… himself…

As he ran Sarah’s slightly off color eyes following him with a heartbroken look. Was she… dying? All she’d wanted was the truth… “Leeching coward…” She repeated bitterly to herself as she felt death taking her, falling into darkness quickly. So she would lay there in that dirty alley, her hair tangled around her frail seeming form. Her hoody ripped, her long black skirt flared out…. On one side of her neck the scaring bite and the other more of the long winding scar that went from just above her eyebrow down to her chest where it disappeared beneath her top…