Cold Skin in The Warm Sunlight (Catradora Vampire Lovestory)

˗ˏˋ Llamativa'ˎ˗

Eight year old Catra sat up straight and cutely at the bench in front of the family organ. It was midnight and she was practicing her skills as usual. She had become great at it in only a short amount of time. She paused for a moment to move her brown waist length curls out of her way. Suddenly loud commotion could be heard from outside.

She peeked her head out the window to see many of her family members dashing from the woods. Suddenly her mother grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around to face her. She was down on one knee, dress torn, hair strands released from her usually slick and neat, tight bun. Red irises wide and glistening in the moonlight.

"Escúchame..." Said her mother seriously. (Listen to me...)

Catra had never been this scared in her life. Not even when she witnessed someone being turned for the first time.

"Tienes que ser fuerte y tienes que ser valiente". (You have to be strong and you have to be brave.)

Catra was confused. She jumped after she heard terror screams from outside. The kind of ones from a horror film.

Her mother could see the worry on her face. "¡Ve a tu habitación y cierra la puerta, ahora!" Yelled her mother as she handed her a key and gave her a kiss on her cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark. (Go to your room and lock the door, now!)

Catra nodded with salty tears falling down her cold cheeks. She knew not to ask questions, she knew the drill. Catra then began to dash to her room. She was running fast but it seemed as if everything was in slow motion.

Her vision kept going blurry from the tears welling up in her eyes. She slammed the door shut behind her and locked the door. She ran into her closet and shut that door too. She sat down on the wooden floor and held her knees to her chest as she rocked a little.

She tried to be quiet but she could hear the slaughtering outside as if it was happening right in front of her. The wolves...the ravenous wolves. They ambushed again, luckily Catra was only a few months old the first time and could barely remember it being that she was hidden away.

She gripped the edges of her poofy black dress as she sang the lullaby that her mother would sing to her when she was a baby quietly.

"Pin Pon es un muñeco."

"De trapo y de cartón."

"Se lava la carita."

"Con agua y con jabón."

Catra imagined the next part as if her mother were right by her side, singing along and comforting her.

"Pin Pon dame la mano."

"Con un fuerte apretón."

"Que quiero ser tu amigo."

"Pin Pon, Pin Pon, Pin Pon." She squeezed her eyes shut...and soon, no more screams could be heard.

~~~

Eight year old Adora sat on her bed and played with the little baby lizard that she found outside earlier in the day. She wiped some dirt off of his tiny head.

"There you go." Adora smiled and said softly.

Suddenly her older sister Mara walked in with something behind her back. Mara was only ten, but she practically raised Adora since their mom was always working late and their dad was always out on business trips. But their grandmother would occasionally visit and give them attention or send over gifts.

"What's behind your back?" Adora asked curiously.

"Just a gift from Nana." Mara revealed a note card and a beautiful white dream catcher with ombre white to sage green feathers and jade green wooden beads along the string that held the feathers.