Stalkers

One

The sun waved goodbye on the horizon,  dropping behind the line that parted the sky from the tall, waving grass.

Emilia stayed put, thick mist hugging her pale face with an eerie glow; her hazel eyes were dull with despair as she stared.

Ginger fur was pricked up in all directions, some patches without fur at all, and yet, the kittens eyes sparkled as the last rays of sun disappeared.

Dead. Dead as any animal could be.

You'd think that maybe, there was some sort of explanation but really, Emilia had none. Fox? Dog? It was just there, her little orange legs slumped by her side, half an ear torn off...

A wound so big and deep you could see her fragile ribs...

Emilia raised her head as the wind picked up speed, flying around her and flinging leaves into the air as if it was confetti. The kitten's limp body flipped over, revealing fur clumped with deep red blood and revealing a large (not possibly a fox's) bite mark spread along her tiny neck.

Deep, very deep marks.

Whatever had done this clearly wasn't hungry, and had killed for plain fun.

The wind whipped at her brunette hair, smacking it into her face, lashing at her eyes. Emilia tightened her grip on the little boy's hand, squeezing it in comfort.

"I'm sorry Darius" was all Emilia said, turning to face him.

Tears streaked down Darius' cheeks, his lighter brown hair sticking flat down onto his sweaty face.

"What happened to her...?" Darius squealed, tucking his face behind his sister's arm.

Without an answer, Emilia tugged at his arm and shuffled off towards their yard, a fearsome pain stabbing at her left wrist.

"Don't worry Darius, don't worry" the older sister muttered as she forced her hand to open the door, stepping inside the old and forgotten bungalow.

The house was small and with only one floor, it was cramped, dark and musty. The hall wasn't even the worst; it had damp, mustard yellow wallpaper peeling off like sunburnt shoulders and thick, grey carpet full of dead flies and lice with the slight trace of frail, ginger hairs.

Darius scrambled away as fast as possible, charging into his room and heaving himself up the bunk bed ladder, Emilia watching him before she swung herself around as the door clicked and flung open, and a wrinkled, silver haired lady brought herself inside.

"Oh my dear, you look like such a mess," the elderly woman said, pulling Emilia in for a tight hug, her filthy smell wafting briefly up her nostrils, "Where's the kitten?"

Emilia's eyes darkened, and her light skin turned a powdery white.

"Just this way..." she spluttered, yanking at the arm of her grandmother outside into the tattered yard full of junk and trash, a large field bordered with trees surrounding it. Squinting, Emilia spied the ginger corpse laying motionless by the forest and approached, her heart sinking into a cold, dark abyss.

-Work in progress, I know it's short but chapters are different lengths