Vagabond

Unexpected Call

***TW!!! Descriptions of sexual assault below. If this is something you don't wish to read, skip to the starred section to continue with the story.***

Translations: Mamushka - mom; малютка - baby/kid

Present Day

     The streets of Paris at night have always been one of my favorite sights. It feels like something out of a film with the sparkly lights, the smell of baked goods, and the smokiness of cigarettes coming from old patrons sat outside. Another good thing, the low murmur of city nightlife made it easy for me to hear everything from miles away.

     The standout sound of tonight was the muffled sounds of a high pitch scream. Heavy panting, a harsh curse thrown out in French, and the sound of a belt being undone permeated my ears. Cracking my neck I moved towards the sound at a high rate of speed, nothing but a blur to those who might glance out their window. The sight that I came upon made my nonexistent blood boil and anger fill my veins.

     In a dark alley, half hidden by a dumpster, a girl was splayed out on the floor. Her dark skin was shiny with tears and I could hear how fast her heart was beating. She couldn't have been older than fifteen, still only a child. Her pink shirt was pushed up around her small chest and her pants were cut down to her ankles. The worst part however was the blood coming out of her head, she had clearing been struck with an object from behind.

     Right now though, I needed to focus on the thing keeping her down. The man on top of her was  currently removing himself from his dirty jeans. He didn't even realize I was stood there, didn't hear when she called out for my help. I could smell the alcohol in his blood and knew that he would not taste well, however at this point my hunger had taken over and I could only focus on ripping this piece of shits head off of his fat neck.

     Moving quickly, I gripped the back of the mans coat and flung him off the girl into the wall behind us. He cried out in pain as his back struck the wall but I made sure not to do it too hard as to kill him. Yet.

     Looking into his glazed over eyes I said, "Don't move. Don't make a sound."

     Moving back over to the girl on the ground I took off my large overcoat, I obviously didn't need it and she was desperately trying to grip the pieces of her clothes back together. I made sure my voice was soft and gentle. I couldn't stop the blackness of my eyes or the display of sheer strength but I could do my best to make her feel calm around me.

     I asked her in flawless French, "Hi sweetheart, are you okay?"

     The girl choked down a sob, "Who- who are you?"

     "I'm here to help. What's your name?"

     "Sara."

     "Nice to meet you Sara. My name is Elsie, now I need to tell you something and I need you to listen very carefully. Can you do that?"

     Sara nodded shakily and I smiled at her. She's being so brave.

     "You are going to go home, you are going to call the police and report your attack. You are going to tell them you blacked out and woke up back at home. You are not going to remember my face or this conversation. Now go."

     I watched as Sara stood from the ground and pulled my coat closer around her body. Her face was blank as I watched her leave the alley. As soon as she was around the corner I let out a heavy sigh, hanging my head so that blonde tendrils fell around my face.

     "Now what are we going to do with you?"

     I turned back to where the man was still standing with his tiny, limp dick hanging out of his open pants.