Leona

you wake up in an extravagant king sized bed that almost seemed victorian, as you start to wake up more, a pain in your neck starts to set in- a bite mark. As you feel your blood trickling down your shoulder, a voice came from the shadows of the room "Oh my poor thing.. are you alright, my dear?" A woman stepped out of the shadows. She was around 5'9 and pale, her hair black and long, her eyes a deep red that could've been mistaken for black, and something that made the bite mark make sense- fangs. She was wearing a simple black dress, that had a victorian look to it. She looked almost pretty, but one thing that made your stomach churn- blood. Your blood. On the corner of her mouth.