If only could, she would like to make a deal with God.

'To what?'

To take her now.

Running, tired, you slump to the ground and lean against one of the large trees in this forest. You could barely see anything, the pain from the bruises and whips on your body had started to set in since you managed to escape. Escape from the clutches of your father who has held you captive for the past 10 years.

The smell of the forest is freeing, you take a deep breath, your legs ache. You hardly thought about your greatest fear of ghosts now, you were only afraid of your father finding you here again while you were resting.

So you decide to get up, using the tree for support, feeling the rough feel of rocks and dirt beneath your feet.

You have to run away, run, as far as possible.

You started walking, who knows how many minutes or hours had passed, before you heard the sound of rough breathing from your right. You approaching the sound, carefully, before you found a man, light brown haired man, covered in blood. As you reached out your hand towards him, the man's golden eyes stared at you sharply and he immediately pulled you roughly.

You felt a pain in your neck, as the man started to sip... what, your blood?

"..please..just a little.. i will pay you after this.." Lucas begged, his voice shaking. His grip on you tightening, was he some kind of, vampire?