Red As Blood

Trespassers, especially beautiful ones, are violated. Survivors are lunch.
Cerise Bordeaux stared at the man who had abruptly appeared before her on the forest path. There was humor in his voice, but his eyes gleamed with intent. She felt her heart flutter with a combination of fright and, god help her, excitement. He was as beautiful as the devil himself, and just as clearly a minion. There was no doubt in her mind that he was the vampire lord of legend, Daegon Erlansson.
Cerise had anticipated encountering problems when she made the decision to go in search of her sister, who had been taken by some demon and held captive. It wasn't as if she actually knew where to look for her sister. Then too, she had the worst sense of direction.
She hadn't expected to encounter this sort of problem, however. She'd been lost for hours. It seemed to her that fate had laden her with enough problems without adding the accursed vampire lord to her troubles. Misfortune piled upon misfortune. First a wolf had startled her mare, whom she'd depended upon to show her the way. The frightened mare had swept her from the saddle with the aid of a low-hanging limb, and she had been trying ever since to catch up to the horse. Now this.
I saw no signs, Cerise said carefully, casting about for a weapon.. There was nothing within reach but dirt and dried brush, and thinking realistically, she didn't have much hope of fending off a vampire should he choose to attack.
Perhaps because there are none?
Cerise gave him an indignant look and crossed her arms over her chest. Well, if that is the case, I fail to see how you can accuse me of trespassing.
Daegon gave her an odd sort of look. My dear child, have you no notion of who these wood belong to?
Cerise considered lying, but it was likely, being a son of the devil, that he could read minds. With alarm, she wondered if he could manipulate them too. '˜Twas best not to think on that route. Obviously you, she retorted, opting somewhat for the truth, But how was I to know that?
Daegon tilted his head to one side, studying her as if he had just discovered a rare find. Something lit in his eyes, and she was certain it boded ill. And now that you do know? he asked curiously.