10In a dark warehouse, a moan could barely be heard to ring off the quiet, empty walls. On the floor laid a girl of barely eighteen, blood covering her white blouse. Her eyes were open but stared into nothingness. Around her in a circle were symbols drawn in her own blood and just outside that circle was a circle of men in black robes. From the circle a man stepped into the inner circle, his eyes glowed red in the flickering candle flames. "Start the chant," he said as he pulled a ceremonial dagger from his robe. The men around him began to chant quietly in latin as he knelt beside the girl. In a daze, she moved her eyes to his. Whimpering, she begged, "Please... don't... kill... me..." The last syllable ended in a gurgle as the knife was plunged into her chest. In a circular motion the man cut the heart from the girl as the light dulled in her eyes. As he pulled the beating heart from her chest, he chuckled, " Witch." The heart was still faintly beating as he bit a chunk from it. His eyes glowed as he continued to devour the witch's heart.
Yay, hope you liked it. I'm going to write some more right now too. This was just the prologue... Read and review, you know you want to.