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"Do you want to be my friend?"
The sudden question startled me.
I looked around for the possessor of that soft voice.
A girl with dark black eyes was staring at me, her lips slightly parted in a smile. She was standing in the shadowy porch of the mansion.
"Umm, sure. I'm Liza. You?" I enquired moving towards her.
She stood there and just cocked her head in one direction, "Ivy."
"Ivy, do you stay in this house?" I looked around at the ruins in front of me.
"I used to stay here," she whispered, "Circumstances made me leave this place long ago, but my heart is here. So I came back. But I'm really lonely."
I looked around. There was no one in sight.
Rumors run around here about this house. Some say that a young girl from the family committed suicide. They say that her unsatisfied soul still haunts these quarters. People call her 'Blue Moon'. All other members of her family disappeared mysteriously.
"Liza," I interrupted as she turned around to go inside, "Do you know about 'Blue Moon' ?"
"Sure!" she said, as I followed her inside, "She used to stay with her extended family. Legend has it that her dead body was found, cold and white, drained of blood, but autopsy reports showed no signs of injury. And later I heard the others of the family was found killed, their throats slashed mercilessly, body crumpled and dumped all together. "
"I wonder what happened, " I mumbled.
Her eyes gleamed in the darkness, "Her relatives used to torture her. She was an orphan. One day a mysterious man knocked at her door. He promised to change her life. She agreed to go with him. The attractive young man persuaded her into a secluded place, seduced her, and slept with her. When she got up the next day, violated and alone, her throat felt dry. Suddenly she got an appetizing smell. She rushed out of the house, to find some tramp. Before she could realize what was happening! Her hands had snapped his neck... She plunged her teeth into his neck, savoring the thrill of hot blood gushing down her throat. "
I flinched at the cold edge in the words. Ivy was too creepy for comfort.
"When she realized what she had become, she came back to take revenge. She killed her relatives and used them to quench her thirst and then crumpled their body to avoid detection. Then she returned to the house, pretending to be dead. When she was buried, she came out of the coffin and fled."
We entered the dark living room and Ivy slammed the door, shattering the eerie silence.
"H... How d...do you know this?" I stammered.
Her eyes glowed ruby with bloodlust.
I shuddered and backed off.
My back touched the wall.
"Since then I've been waiting for years in solitude, for somebody to give me company for eternity," she advanced, baring her fangs, "Do you want to be my friend?"
