• I stared at the still figure lying In front of me. A small puddle of blood surrounded the body. I licked my lips hungrily. I was still hungry! A small noise at the door caused me to spin around. Standing in the doorway stood a tiny girl, her eyes were the of brightest red I’d ever seen. She held a small, ratty, blood streaked bunny in one hand, and a big tattered book in the other.
    She held up the book to me. As I went to take it, she moved it away. Shaking her head she pointed at the cover with a tiny, bone white finger. It read in a flourishng gold script:
    le Cronache di sangue
    She smiled angelically at me and then turned around and started to walk away, swinging the blood streaked bunny gently. I tried to yell Stop or hey wait, what did that mean? Nothing seemed to come out of my lips. the whole world seemed to crumble from underneath me. I fell into the dark abyss with a loud scream.


    My eye snapped open. The dreams were getting worse, as the nights passed by.My mouth burned like i had just swallowed a goblet full of blood. I wrinkled my delicate nose in disgust, why would I even think that? I rolled over onto my back and looked at the stars. They looked so forlorn, and lonely. As I watched the stars my mind wondered back to the dream. Who was the girl? What did the girl want, and what the hell does le Cronache di sangue mean?