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Created on: November 02, 2008
"Mommy?" A small little girl tugged at the dead woman's sleeve. Her blue silk dress spread around her as not a single drop of blood was seen. The little girl sobbed and tugged harder saying louder, "Mommy? Please wake up! I'm sorry! Please wake up! Mommy!"
A pair of eyes glared at her, accusing her. Yellow eyes without a single hint of affection for the little girl made her flinch. "Mommy, please forgive me. Please...it hurt. It really hurt." In her over-sized pink sweater and black jogging pants, the girl seemed even more vulnerable as she knew mommy won't ever forgive her. Even if she was alive.
Around her were vials, candles were set in a specific order according to direction, books filled a shelf. Caged animals were on one side. In the middle of the candle-lit room was a circle of ancient symbols. It seemed like runes to her. As she stared at her mother on the floor, pale and empty, she looked at the frog she was forced to bite. It scared her.
She ran out the door, passing dark trees and rising vines. Once a cat came up to her and she hissed. Then a wolf found her and the next thing she knew, it ended up like her moter. Hours passed and so did days. Hunting, being called a monster. She didn't even like to drink blood, the newspaper called her a blood-sucking demon when they found her mother. Though they didn't know she was the demon, a demon still did this. Even if mommy forced her to suck blood, sliced her, screamed at her, made her drink vials and be "infused," mommy wasn't a demon, she was. She even had fangs.
Suddenly, a werewolf jumped out of nowhere. It was huge and silver while she was muddy and her clothes were torn. The wolf-man yelled in her ears,"Dare you, vampire, cross our treshold?" She quivered.
When the wolf-man growled, she spoke up, "V-Vampire? T-The news s-said I was a demon." She looked up and saw ferocious gray eyes. SHe looked down staring at her hands, even though she was supposed to be scared stiff at times like these.
He, she thought, looked like true beast of the night then. He growled, "I should tear your mouth from your face, vampire. Yet I am curious, how come your scent is human? Speak, you immortal trick!"
She was confused, scent? What scent, how's a human different? And why does he keep calling her vampire? She was a demon! She said, "WHat are you talking about wolf-man? I am eight. My mommy said I wasn't immortal. She said I was just a weak human."
The wolf-man suddenly roared. "How dare you make fun of me! Die!" His temper was
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