Roses and Fangs: Prologue

It was a sunny day late in the afternoon and school had been out for a couple of hours. Their backpacks tossed on the back porch, the two thirteen year olds sat underneath the shade of one of the trees laughing as they playfully tossed sticks at each other and laughed at shared inside jokes and school goings-on the way only the best of friends do. The girl tossing her dark red hair a bit, then scrunching her nose as a twig bounced off her cheek.
"Did you hear Jason and Trisha got caught kissing in the art room during recess?" she asked as she flung the twig back at him hitting him in the chin.
"Yeah, kinda gross if you ask me. Why would anyone want to kiss?" he searched around for a slightly larger twig and finding one proceeded to toy with it, contemplating where to aim his next throw.
"Oh, I don't know," she blushed slightly, "I've always wondered what it would be like to be kissed."
Startled the boy lost his concentration and the twig fell through his fingers. "Really? Well, um... we... if you want... I mean..." he stuttered glancing her way.
"Sure!... if you don't mind that is," she replied blushing a bit more.
"Um yeah, okay," he moved toward her.
The kiss was a little awkward, as many first kisses are, involving some adjusting as noses squished together, and lips learned to line up. In the end, though, it was a good kiss, a simple sweet kiss that left both a little happier when they pulled back. Then she opened her eyes.
She looked into his eyes the way she had done a thousand times before. This time though something was different. It was only a split second, a flash of light in his eyes that could have been dismissed as a trick of the light and it frightened her o the core.
Every instinct in her told her to run, and she did, grabbing her backpack off the porch before disappearing around the side of the house. She didn't stop running till she reached her home and the waiting arms of her mother, sobbing quietly.
Not once did she look back to see the bewildered boy get to his feet and stare after her, not even when he called out "Kara wait! Kara!" Nor did she notice the figure watching from just inside the back door, eyes narrowing at the scene, the look changing from concern to hatred in a second.