Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess, with hair as black as ebony, skin as white as snow and lips as red as blood...
But while blood may have been a mere description of this gorgeous lady from lands far, far away, some blood had to stain virginal hands to survive the bite of teeth, long and white, set into a visage of utterly horrific malice and fur.
And having battled to her very last breath, she laid down her head and dreamed of roses red and thorns sharp - oblivious until one hundred years had passed.
Times went by. Blood dried into brown-crusted stains that only salted water could wash away: water tinged by love and longing