Red. Seulgi was seeing red everywhere and she was absolutely loving it. Red was the colour of passion, red was also the colour of danger, and above all, red was the colour of blood, fresh blood. Seulgi had absolutely no idea how she ended up in this forest but what mattered to her was the wreckage that was before her. The wreckage that she had created. She had been guided to this place purely by her own vampiric senses and was delighted to find a large camping group. Her hunt was made even more thrilling as they put up their resistance against her immortal prowess. 

Screams of pure terror, sounds of bones crunching, echoes of birds shrieking filled the forest and these only served to heighten her senses.

Seulgi had never shown mercy to any of her victims and that was only because her appetite was so great and her lust too strong. There was no glamour in her killing as they were meant to just be a procedure for her to satiate her thirst. The vampire drank heartily and uncaringly, she loved such freedom that was afforded by her prowess and wished for nothing else more.

The forest once again returned to its deathly stillness as the unearthly cries of her last victim had died down and the last watching bird had flown away.

The young vampire who has been feasting hungrily all the while looked up from the body she was feeding on tentatively as she thought she heard sudden approaching steps. These were supernaturally fast steps. Then as lightning q