"Ahhhhhhh! Sister!!! Sister!!!! Sister!!!" In the ballroom, Beatrice's pained screams sounded like a lute's melodious tune suddenly snapping its strings.
The joy, the music, the wine, the dream—all came to an abrupt end.
Vampires do shed tears, and two streaks of blood traced down from the corners of Beatrice's eyes to her chin, falling to the ground.
"What's wrong, Beatrice?" Kevin rallied his companions together.
Just as Beatrice was about to leave in search of Alianna, she suddenly knelt on the ground in a loss of composure, letting out a heart-wrenching wail.
In agony, she clutched her head, kneeling on the ground as her tears of blood stained her pristine white gown.
Kevin did not receive a reply from Beatrice, but something else instead.
The heavy doors slammed shut with a sound like the downbeat of a piano concerto's opening.
