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Epilogue I | VampireXChild

How cute. How dumb. How did this child end up so lost in the woods?

She's doesn't see me. She's only human; she can't detect my presence.

She's easy prey, but I feel full, so I'll leave her be...maybe.

Long hair, doe eyes, skin covered in scratches, and her clothes dirty from running and nose dripping from crying.

It was getting dark; I didn't have the heart to leave her to the elements, not unless she acted brattily.

"Child," I call to her, and she looks at me, frightened and backing away.

I hold out my hand for her to take, and she doesn't.

I suppose she's dumb enough to wander miles off-trail but not dumb enough to take a complete stranger's hand.

"What, you don't trust me? Let me help you."

"Nuh-uh," she shook her head, and I sighed.

"Really? Well, who else do you expect to help you?"

"Not you."

That little brat, I'll just leave her here. I spun on my heel and left at human-pace so she could catch up to me, and sure enough, I heard her tiny footsteps struggle to keep up.

She grabbed my cloak and didn't look at me. Shy, maybe.

"Oh? What's this? Want my help after all?"

She nodded, still not looking at me.

"Isn't there a magic word people use in these situations?"

She hesitated by looking down at her feet and quietly asked, "please."

"Follow me, then."

She nods, brightens up a little, and struggles to follow me.

Really, how did this tumbling child end up out here? That's nigh impossible.

"How did you end up here?"

"Walked."

Well, obviously, "why did you walk out here?"

"I had a feeling."

A feeling? "What kind of feeling?"

She shrugged, "I don't know."

She looked guilty, like she was well aware she shouldn't have.

"Do you get lost often?"

I wasn't expecting her to nod so enthusiastically.

"Well then, why the hell did you come all the way out here?"

Her face wrinkled up as she looked at me angrily with puffed cheeks. "That's not a nice word!" She said, pointing at me accusatorially.

I put a hand over my chest, "oh no, whatever shall I do?"

"Say sorry."

"To whom?"

She pointed at the sky.

"The angels."

Oh, for heaven's sake, I'm leaving her here. I heard that enough as a child to deal with a child who acted the same way.

I rolled my eyes and quickened my pace.

She crossed her arms and sat on a rock and didn't move.

I left her there for thirty minutes and returned out of curiosity.

She was still there, still angry as all hell, and tears stained her cheeks.

She looked at me and stood up, "you're mean! Meanie! How could you leave me here! You're a big jerk!" She yelled at me like she'd said the most offensive thing she could and was hoping I'd cry.