Blood and murder. That was all that revolved in the gears of Vamperellas pretty little head, now wasn't it? Her thirst for the blood of the inoccent. Oh, the look on her that day. She didn't know what she had done. Her life was as if she was two people trapped in one body. That bloody night . . . Oh how it made him sorrowful.

His dear snowy Annabel. She was taken to soon. Her pearly white pelt shined in the night and her dark eyes - almost like coal. She was taken to soon . . . To soon. Vamperella hadn't ment to hurt her or him. Vamperella was the dragon, and he - the dragons keeper. Maybe he wouldn't find love. He'd rather parish and see her again than move on to a new love. He didn't have it in him to love again.

He had finally broken away from Vamperella. His blue green orbs locked on the waters he made his way to. Whispers of spirits here made him want to come. He searched for his Annabel. His love. His eyes looked into the reflection of the water that flow through the stream. There was nothing. No sign of her. And then his audits picked up on a voice.

Hello my dear... His teary eyes snapped up at the voices body. A white siloheted. "Annabel? He whispered. No. His tears rolled down and his maw closed. This woman had a mask of black. He sat on his rump before this masquerade. His body consisted of mainly black, white covering his chest and running over his belly to the underside of his tail. His jaw clenched tightly shut before he mustered out the words. "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else . . ."



"And though I will do my best, there are no words that can be written nor brush strokes laid on canvas that can describe the stark and utter horror of the night that Annabel died . . ."

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