~The little girl pulled up her black hood as she silently cried. No one would ever understand her fear, or her loneliness or her cold self. She thought.
Over the years she learned that the more she cried, the more weakness she let on. And she can't be weak. She had to be strong. She's been fighting the scars and cuts and bruises for all her life. And would continue to fight.
Every crackle of leather she would flinch. And that showed surrender in her fathers eyes. The little 8 year old stopped at a puddle of rain and looked in it. Her salty tears mixing with the rain on her face. Her brown hair soggy and dripping. Her tears creating ripples of the figure that looked back at her.
Her vampire fangs in the reflection were dripping with endless blood. But when she felt her teeth, they were dry. And her pitch black eyes swirled with sicking revenge. This wasn't her at all.
With a bellowing scream, she slashed her hands over the surface of the water watching the reflection fly over the edge of the puddle to her right. Hearing the water hit the surface of the abandoned cobblestone, she got up and looked at the moon. A cloud whisked over destroying the light.
"WHY ME?" She screamed over and over, spinning in slow circles to the glowing moon. The rain only a slight drizzle now. She slumped to the ground on her knees and balled her hands into fists. A glow on her shoulder is when she became aware of her surroundings. On her left shoulder-blade was a white half moon that glowed so brightly that she though she would become blind.
Her shoulder length brown hair grew to her waist and turned a soft comforting white-silver. But when she looked at her right shoulder-blade the opposite half moon shine a dark black, that blended into the night.
Her right shoulder length hair grew waist long with a deathly black. Almost hollow like. But the white and black hair did not stay for long. They were smothered in a blood like red with suddle golden eyes.
Standing up, she hugged her black cloak closer and continued walking. She stopped at the end of the old abandoned cobblestone road and looked back on the her now far away home and at the moon who almost screamed at her, telling her to run and be the girl she told not to be. As if on que, a rose came up from the ground and wrapped around the little girls arm and broke off from the ground.
The roses thorns drawing blood from around the little girls wrist. The red of the petals licking at her broken wounds. Leaving a trail of blood as the girl, whose age was only eight, left.
Her brown silk robe following behind her. The Roses thorns pierceing her skin, mending her wounds. Cradling what's left of her shattered life......
~~~~~seven years after
The 15 year old girl silently crept up the stairs. Four heart beats. She heard. Another step. No movements. She felt. Another step. Four with blood. She smelt. Another step. Four closed doors. She saw. Last step.
The experienced young girl trailed her pointed finger tips over the wall and over the first door. She reached the second closed door and opened it without a sound. As she stepped in, light as a feather, she locked eyes on a sleeping figure in the bed in the corner.
Her window was right next to her bed with the moon light shinning through. Her walls were a light bronze. She had a twin size bed with a comforter a bunch of roses .
She had a white desk beside her dresser. In the very corner of her room, she had a red chair hanging from her ceiling. Inside was a white fuzzy blanket and a rose pillow.
The fanged girl sat in the hanging chair waiting for the little girl to awake.
Some thing stirred in her bed when a bald head popped up. Sitting criss cross and rubbing her eyes to clear the sleep. She yawned and looked at her clock. It was 2:13 am and she looked around her room when her wyes landed on the girl.
Her rainy grey-blue eyes locked with her dull gold ones.
"Who are you?" By years of experience, the 15 year old girl knew she was only 7. But she answered none the least.
"Who I am doesn't matter."
"why are you here?" Because the moon Called me to come to you after seven years of hiding.
"My wearabouts aren't important."
"What are you doing?"
The fanged girl stopped and stared at the little 5 year old that had been sitting up sleepily in her bed. I'm here for your blood.
"What do think I am." She said alas.
The little girl shrugged her shoulders.
"If I knew I wouldn't have asked." She replied in a 'duh' type of tone.
"What do you think I'm doing."
And again she shrugged her shoulders and stifled a yawn.
"Sitting in a chair."
"Who do you think I am."
"I think your someone who'll protect me from the things that can harm me. Maybe God sent me my own savior." Suddenly her eyes brightened up a shade of light blue. "Can you cure me?!" She asked excitedly.
But when the red haired girl didn't say anything back she continued.
"You know form my cancer. I've had so many treatments, I just want to be healthy again. I forgot what it felt like to not be worried all the time." She said trailing off getting more disappointed and sullen with every word.
"I knew God would answer my prayers." She said getting back under her covers. And once the fanged girl knew she was asleep by her steady breathing, she answered her questions.
"No my sweet child. I'm no savior. I'm far worse than what you believe I am. And I'm sorry you have cancer but that is not why I'm here. Sometimes there are things that must go unspoken."
Then She got out of the chair and for the first time in seven years she took off her hood and stood letting her left side of her body soak in the moons rays of light.
Her hair turning white and her eyes a pretty silver.
"But may the moon light your way."
And she pulled her hood back up,
And with a flick of the wrist,
the fanged girl was gone.....
~~~1097 words on this chapter.~~~
Hello my readers! Thank you so much for reading this book. it means so much to me! I really hope you liked it and don't worry it will get better as the book goes along. And next chapter will be a bit boring at some parts but by the end it will be good. Alright please comment any questions or concerns and stay beautiful!
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Who I shouldn't be, I am.
Vampir"Who do you think I am." "I think your someone who'll protect me from things that can harm me. Maybe God sent me my own savior." Suddenly her eyes brightened up a shade of light blue. "Can you cure me?!" She asked excitedly. But when the red haired...
