With as dark as it was, Amara wished she hadn't left the flashlight in the basement of Lamia's house. It was around two in the morning and she had no idea what she was looking for. She knew she had to find Pruinae but hadn't the slightest idea of how to do that. So she wandered. For what felt like hours and several times she came to find out she went in a circle. She thought about giving up and going back to see if Axelian had taken Lamia; or if Lamia was able to escape. As she was about to turn back, she realised she didn't know which way back, was. Doubt in her eyes, she carried onward.
Constantly hearing leaves above her moves, and twigs snap in the distance, she was afriad. It being near what some people called, the "Devils Hour", didn't help. She thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye several times, and jumped in reaction to what it might be. Yet there was never anything there. She thought about calling out for Pruinae every time she got scared, only she was afriad of what, if anything, else might hear her.
She finally gave in and called out.
"Pruinae! Can you hear me?"... No response. She calls out again "Pruinae! Where are you?"... Again no answer. She knew the dog couldn't talk back, but at least hoped to hear or see some kind of sign that she was close to him.Beginning to lose hope, she falls to the ground and begins crying. She had no idea where she was. No idea how to get back.
"Lamia said to find Pruinae and I'd be safe... He said he'd find me again... But what if he's already dead?" She whispered to herself.She sat next to a tree, still crying, when out the corner of her eye, she saw another movement in the distance. Figuring it was again nothing, she ignored it. Not wanting to get her hopes up that it might be Pruinae. Or even better, that it might be Lamia. She couldn't explain it... But every time she was around him, she felt safe. As if she really knew him. He clearly knew her, but she had no memory of him before yesterday. Yet all those photos and paintings and letters she found in his basement proved that she did know him. Maybe even loved him once. She didn't know whether thats what she was feeling now or not, but after seeing what he did to those other people, she felt more afraid of him than anything. He had protected her almost effortlessly, practically instinctively, but she didn't know whether that was because he cared for her, or he needed her for something she didn't know about, or didn't understand.
She just sat there crying, trying to figure everything out on her own. After seeing their fangs, and Lamia saying they don't like silver, she was almost certain they we're monsters out of books. Hunters of the night, preying on any dumb enough to wander the streets after sundown. She was certain they were Vampires. But nobody had been reported missing in years.
"Don't vampires need to feed?" She thought to herself
Continuing to cry, she saw another movement in the distance. Again giving in to her curiosity, she looks up. And even though it was though she was freezing, she felt her whole body warm up at what she saw. About 20 yards away, she saw a white figure moving. Standing three feet tall, and white as fresh fallen snow, it stared at her. Bowing its head and bringing it back up, and then looking behind itself, it waited for her to follow. Amara stood up, and with hope in her eyes, she whispers to herself, "pruinae?"
She begins walking and the dog doesn't move at all. Waiting until she got about 10 yards away, then begins running in another direction. Amara begins running after him, trying not to lose sight of the dog. He continues leading her in this fashion for what felt like an hour. She lost sight of him on many times, but always found him again, waiting for her to catch up. He lead her to a through the forest to the next town. "Woodbill" it was called. Amara had been here once before but that was years ago. She barely remembered anything about it. Pruinae allowed Amara to catch up. He looks up to her, waits for her to make eye contact with him and then continues to walk forward.
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1000 Lifetimes
General FictionTragedy befell the young girl, and now she deals with the struggles of what's left of her life. After the death of her mother, she's having to deal with the constant torment from her father, and the friends she thought would last forever, leaving. M...