Under the starry night which enveloped the darkness of the fall of the sun a wild wolf stalked a furry white bunny. Cloaked by the bushes and the night itself the black wolf eyed the unsuspecting bunny hungrily, licking it's long canines, while slowly stalking the bunny eating from the carrot garden.

The wolf stepped, taking a foot forward and just as the wild black wolf was about to pounce on the white bunny a shadow crafted figure jumped on the wolf. The new predator made a snarling noise that counteracted the wolf's growling, snapping the eating bunny from it's naive state.

The predator entrapped the wild wolf in its arms and then sunk it's pearly fangs on the neck of the wolf. The wolf growled, while the predator snarled, the wolf struggled in the tight grip of the predator as much sharper and stronger canines descended on its neck, mouth sucking it's blood earnestly.

Silver-grey eyes glowered at the wolf who found struggling much harder with each passing second. Blood tinged lips tightened, while the mouth sucked hard, draining the wild wolf of blood and then the wolf's struggling suddenly stopped. It's blood slumped on the ground but the much stronger predator did not stop slurping it's blood despite its dead state. 

Finally the sucking sound which covered the entire vicinity stopped. Thick fangs detached from the wolf's neck, while blood seeped from the mouth of the human shaped predator, leaking down to his long pale neck. He ran his long fingers with nails tinted black through his silver-black hair while his silver-grey eyes looked at the dead wolf whose blood flowed on the flowery ground.

His eyes came up, staring at the bunny with much less coldness than he stared at the wolf. "Come," he beckoned at the white creature, opening his arms at it, while blood flowed from his mouth down to his muscled bare pale chest with thick wounds all over.

The bunny assumed a submissive position, while it's eyes looked at the silver-grey eyed man in a calculating manner. "I shall not hurt you, creature." He said in a hoarse voice, a wizened english accent covering his words.

The bunny then leaped at the silver-black haired man, and ended up in his arms. The man broke into a sweet smile, his pearly white teeth covered his blood as he swept his fingers through the furry hair of the bunny.

"There you are sweet thing," the man cooed, rubbing the gentle bunny with care, and tilting his head to stare fondly at the white bunny.

"So gentle, so weak, so sweet," the sweet smile on his alluring face curled into a devilish smirk as he swiftly sunk his thick fangs into the bunny.

The bunny began thrashing in his arms while his fangs remained deep inside the bunny, and his hands holding it tight. The chilling smirk on his face remained as his lips locked into the skin of the bunny. Silver-grey curly hair tousled on one eyes and as he finally retracted his fangs from the dead bunny he tore it's skin, causing blood to splash on his magnetic face, heightening the now scary aura around him.

He flung the dead bunny like it was a meaningless object. His head threw back and the wound on his chest appeared lighter as if they had been healing. He remained quiet for a moment, breathing in and out. Suddenly. "Come out from there girl!" He yelled with his hoarse voice and startled a frightened spectator, watching from behind a tree.

The white haired girl gasped, and her bell blue eyes widened comically that the scary man had seen her. Despite her shivering form and her fearful expression she boldly yet so timidly stepped away from the tree and revealed herself to the bunny killer.

The man's silver-grey eyes twinkled upon seeing the young girl who look a little younger than him. She adorned herself in a large furry pelt coat which looked like it had been pealed off a bear, on top her washed pale blue house garment. Her skin was tanned unlike the man's milkish pale skin, hers resembled the skin of a slave. Her white hair which looked uncut since childhood and severely unkempt was long enough to touch her hips even though she had braided and knotted it.

She had a light bruise on her face, the shape of a palm as if she had been struck. Her small pink lips tightened as she gulped, afraid of this man.

The man squinted a bit, the tiniest of mole below his right eye drawing up with his eyes. "I should presume you have seen what you should not have, girl," he broke the silence.

She rapidly shook her head. "I did not see anything, sir, please do not kill me," she begged softly.

The man's thick eyebrows screwed up into a furrow but a smile surfaced on his face. Having seen the similar sweet smile on his face when he murdered the bunny, the girl shuddered, naturally afraid. "What is your name, white rabbit?" He asked, dubbing her an eerie endearment.

Her lips babbled for a moment before she found a reply. "E-Emi-lia, s-sir."

His smallest finger approached his lips, and he had a look of thought of his face. "Emilia," he tasted the name on his lips, giving it an exquisite hue. "Well Emilia, I have never been a believer of the notion of leaving loose ends so you must understand I have to tie up this loose…. End."

Her face paled and her legs began carrying her back. She slammed her back against the wall whilst her chest rose and  fell heavily. The strange man suddenly appeared before her face and blocked her way away from him by placing both his hands on the tree.

His smile broadened, exposing the bloody fangs he had. She opened her mouth to scream when he cocked his head, ready to feed…. Then….. an arrow shot into his left eye, stunning him, and making him step back.

The man quickly removed the arrow that had turned bloody and efficiently the gory and bloody eye had healed easily. He glared up at a tree when another arrow shot into his shoulder, he was stunned once again and before he could think fast a rain of arrows shot towards him.

The arrows penetrated all over his body while his silver-grey eyes had begun turning bright red. The rain of arrows stopped but a much thicker arrow with a bright silver tip shot towards him, and in distortion he did not see it coming.

The arrow headed for his chest…. Then…. It never penetrated him. He blinked before realizing a petite body was standing in front of him. The white haired girl- Emilia- was holding onto the arrow with both arms. She made an effort to catch it with her arms but she wasn't fast enough, the arrow had punctured deep into her heart, and burst out of her body even grazing the chest of the man.

He blinked in distraught but was quick enough to catch her body that had slumped. He frowned, looking at the girl he had tried to drink blood from, who had in turn collected an arrow to the heart for him.

"Emilia," he muttered.

For the first time since he was created, he was confused.