A Past Stained With Scarlet (CLOSED)

Flandre felt herself being shoved, but despite all her fear and panic she forced herself to turn around and grab her sisters wrist. "I'm not running unless you're coming with me!" She sees the villagers getting closer. "Which, we should probably run now." Flandre started using as much of her vampire strength as she could to pull Remilia along with her.

For once, she felt her sister's small hand curl her thin fingers on Remilia's lithe wrists. She stumbled for a moment as she was unexpectedly dragged but in moments retained her grace once more. She looked behind her and saw the crowd racing after them with torches in hand, illuminating the mob. They were growing closer and closer, Remilia's anxiety heightened immensely.
"Flandre! Turn into a bat!" She shouted as her body began to morph into a bat. All her human features melted away and revealed the winged creature. Remilia did not frequently take on this form, thus didn't have much experience with rapidly beating her wings in order to maintain steady flight. For moments she struggled a bit, flapping them madly as she was adjusting. She squeaked excessively, waiting for her sister to do the same.

Flandre nodded, transforming as quickly as she could. She tended to turn into her bat form more often then her sister, because her wings were actually normal like this. This made it a lot easier to fly in this form then in her normal form. Of course, she still wasn't the best at it. Flandre flapped her wings rapidly, almost falling a few times before getting into the air. Flandre squeaked at her sister, the squeaks translating to something along the lines of, "Let's go before it's too late..!".

Nodding her fuzzy little head, she fluttered with all her might before she truly adjusted to this foreign form. Following her sister's advice, she directed Flandre towards their home far away from the human village. Truthfully, she had no idea what to do. She had no idea where to go or how to act. All her decisions were on impulse, on a frightened whim. God, what an awful situation for such a girl to endure.
The sensation of wind cut through her wings, the wind slammed against her face and she swum through the air with great speed, her dark fur blending with the pitch black night. She cocked her head back, squeaking every once in a while to reveal if Flandre was not dragging behind. How could she? She generally took this form far more often than she ever would. To her, it was an unusual experience to be a creature that didn't seem human-like. After all, she already inherited the wings, why would she bother with the whole transformation?
The light of the mob seemed to have whither away, their torches only seem like a minuscule group of fireflies in the distance. However, she noted they kept moving forward, implying their hunt was not over. But why would they keep pursuing? They cannot see a pair of bats in the night sky regardless of the chatter that flooded the air. She tried to tear this thought away from her head, focusing only on making sure the pair returned home safely.

Flandre did occasionally fall back, but never very far and never for more then a few seconds. Looking back at the light that kept moving forward, she felt a strong burst of terror and started flying ahead of her sister. Even if the light seemed small now, Flandre was desperate to get home. It was safe at home. Nothing bad would happen at home. Nothing bad could happen at home. Flandre seemed to be ignoring everything other then home in the distance. She kept trying to go faster, though that might not of been smart. Constantly attempting to speed up was making the young vampire grow very tired very quickly. She knew she had to keep going though. Flandre wasn't exactly sure what they would do when the pair arrived home. Would their parents be awake yet? Should they wake them up? It was too confusing. Especially because all of her thoughts were being blurred by the constant feeling of fear.