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The blood sucking pixies swarmed the people. Children were the most vulnerable. Tazmin picked off the creatures and herded the people towards town hall. She felt teeth all over her body. She picked and flicked them off but it was no use. People scrambled. Others fell down dead with not an ounce a blood left.
Tazmin met Ravel at the town hall and they shut the door. Tazmin looked around. Blood rushed from wounds, some people were dying and some were visibly okay. A woman approached Tazmin, cuts dotted her face.

"Miss Tazmin, my daughter Lilah. I don't know where she is. Can you help her," she begged holding onto Tazmin's tattered coat. Tazmin nodded.
Ravel grabbed her arm, "you can't be serious. You'll die."
She shrugged him off, "it's a child. Stay with them Ravel." The pixies hit the roof sounding like hail. "I'll knock twice," she said and opened the door.
The hungry pixies descended on her. Razor sharp teeth ripped through her flesh. She yelled for the child. Hearing nothing but buzzing, she made her way through the swarm. Tazmin weakened as the voracious pixies feasted on her. Finally, she saw bloodied blonde hair. Tazmin rushed over, picked off the pixies. She scooped the barely breathing child, and shielded her as she ran back to town hall. Pounding twice, Ravel opened the door and slammed it behind her.
Through the night, no one slept because the pixies pounded the exterior of the building. Soon windows started to break and the vampire pixies flooded the room. Tazmin, although weak, waved a torch. Others followed.
Screams overpowered the deathly air and Ravel opened the door. People ran carrying the sick, looking for a safe place. Ravel hoisted Tazmin and carried her out. They sky started to change from black to a dark blue. Soft, yellow rays poked through the trees.
Miniature wails from the pixies pierced the morning. In the same furious buzz they arrived they left. Swarming the thick woods in the direction where the settlers were to go.
Ravel sat Tazmin down. People sobbed. The streets were littered with the drained bodies of young and old and horses.
Ravel looked at Tazmin, "what do you want to do, love?"
"Home. We're going home," she cracked.
He wrapped his arms around her, "good idea. Perhaps we'll retire from scouting and enjoy our lives together."
Tazmin closed her eyes, "I'll like that, Ravel. I'd like that."

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