A girl walks forward, though the monster of a man never saw anyone like her before: lips plump, full of life and the color red, hair dark like the midnight around them. Her skin, though not vampire pale, is close enough to it, barely kissed by the light of day, and it wouldn't ever again.

Her green eyes look up at him, watered; her hands shake. She wears all white, a symbol of her purity, but the vampire in black remembers why he allured the girl here. It is time.

He holds a fruit in one hand, grasping onto the girl with the other. Her parents are dead, leaving such a defenseless child alone in the wilderness. She is a small girl lost in a world at war: a world which fought to see if vampires or witches would reign supreme.

Darkness loomed on the horizon. The light of the moon produced a chilly red color clashing with the misty sky's gray tone. All was quiet besides the whispers of small voices and the intensity of the wind. Jagged tree branches danced from the wind's power, and a few leaves fell off of the trees.

"Is... is it safe?" the girl clutched onto his hand tighter. "Please don't leave me. I'm scared."

The man reached into his pocket. The combination of the blood moon and the ritual would be enough. He is sure of it, and of the girl. A glistening red apple gleams in his hand, blood staining on his hands.

"Come, Alvira." the man pulls her closer. "I want you to join my family from now on. Eat."

"What is it?"

"A new life. Both salvation from this hell and damnation into a new one." He brushes a piece of Alvira's hair away from her eyes and hands her the fruit.

Her stomach growls. Even at the tender age of eleven, he can see it in her eyes: desire. A desire to live. A desire to start anew. Alvira licks her lips and bites into the apple. Drops spill onto her white dress, red swirling onto the fabric.

The man pats her on the head. "Welcome to the house of Crinamorte, my child."

No one spoke up but the wind, which howled in agreement with Alvira's decision. The silence was like a small oath neither of the two dared to break. Family, now through blood -- the cursed blood of The Vampire.

The moon barely lit the sky above, now covered in clouds, concealing the figures in a sheet of darkness. Watching from a tree above the Alvira and the man sat a black cat with glowing green eyes. The cat meowed once before walking along its way.

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Sorry, this seems short, but I thought the prologue to this story should be short, suspenseful, and sweet. 

So this is my new vampire/witch project, which is a retelling of Snow White with a modern/dark twist! 

This story has been going in my head for a while, and I'm sure it'll be a thrilling, mysterious ride much like Enchantress of Desire. 

Who do you think is Snow White in this story? Is there anything you're excited about? 

And remember...

"Blood is power, and not even the shadows are safe."