I have no memories prior to age 5, Bill was my genesis, the saviour who rescued me on that fateful snowy night. Little did I know how intertwined our fate would end up.
What dark secrets are lurking in the shadows?
I crouched down before her holding hands which were coated in fine beige cotton gloves. I looked her up and down trying to understand the situation, she was dressed warmly in a long lilac coat and ebony snow boots, her hair cascaded in luscious waves, a rich tapestry of chestnut hues, her bangs sat neatly above her sparkly emerald eyes, complementing them perfectly. This girl, she didn't appear to be malnourished , neglected or unconventionally dressed , the only conclusion I could think of is that she wandered off, but it was 23:00, who would be out at this time?
I sighed before speaking in a soft tone, "Where are your parents dear?"
She looked around disoriented and confused by the question, "I don't know what that is"
My face morphed from a soft smile to a blend of astonishment and bewilderment. Maybe she didn't understand english or maybe I worded it badly, " Like the people who look after you, you know mum and dad"
She shook her head with a slight uncertainty.
Was she abandoned? No that's impossible, she appears to be well kept... Well if she was it must have been within the last hour or so, there's no way a girl as young and fragile as her could survive a day alone in these conditions. I slowly stand up, still holding onto one of her hands tenderly, "come on it's not safe out here".
I guided her through the woods, carefully traversing the knee deep snow, by every minute the storm was getting stronger and so was my desperation to make sure this girl stays safe. After what felt like hours, we finally reach a cabin, Lazarus' cabin.
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It was just like how I always remembered it, the warm yellow tinted light beaming from inside, the addicting smell of pumpkin cookies and dark smoke dancing from the chimney. It looks like he's still awake, good. We walk hand in hand closer to the dark oak door, I bang loudly with some impatience, causing some snow to fall onto the girls head, "sorry" I chuckle lightly. Her eyes glistening towards me as she lets out a small smile. This was the first time I've seen her smile, it made my heart feel all warm and fuzzy.
"God need you knock so loud?!" the man groaned opening the door, "Bill... what are you doing here?".
The man who answered towered above, his features reminiscent of a Kazakh heritage, his short, dark brown hair framing a face marked by small, ebony horns protruding from his forehead. A sense of unease crept over me in the presence of this enigmatic figure; was he not of human either?
"Listen Lazarus , just don't be mad please..." Bill sighed gazing down at me, I stood slightly behind him clinging onto the fabric of his warm coat.
