The Phoenix VampireHow did it end up like this?
The room was small. Shadows lingered in the corners and crawled up the walls, dancing like heathens whenever the dim flame of the candles flickered. Glass was set into the window, gently sparkling under a full moon where the rain lingered in fragile diamond droplets. Wolf-skin rugs adorned the floor, their fur bristled and matted with ware. The walls were wood, flat and light. So were the floors. And oh, how blood covered every inch of that pale, wood floor.
A body rested upon the thin planks set straight into the earth. To look upon the corpse was to be at a loss as to whether it had been man or beast, so violently it had been ravaged, to such an extent it had been deformed. Bones protruded from oozing flesh, snapped here, fractured there. A little segment of white skull still bore its section of scalp, the burnt-blond hair entwined with the occasional wisp of grey, now all tangled in the bloodstained fur of the rugs. Th