Enter If You Dare.

12.

**Luca's Pov.**

A boy no older than seven or eight stood in the alleyway as the rain poured down.
His brown hair glued to the side of his face as he stood there looking at a lifeless body.
He wasn't sure if he needed to run or scream for help.
This sort of thing was normal.
Humans were a life source for demons and vampires.
Sometimes witches used humans blood for potions.

He didn't have any parents to turn to, so who could he possibly run to for help?
He walked closer to the body now.
It didn't take long for a body to develop a smell, but this body was still fresh.
The body was twisted in an awkward angle.
Just what happened here?

"Poor thing.." A woman's voice startled the other, the boy turned sharp to only be greeted with ice blue eyes.
A gentle smile rested on this woman's face, her red hair was tied up in a messy bun as she held a black umbrella above her head.
"Was she your mother?" The woman asked him.
The boy was quiet as if too scared to speak.
She was a demon, just because her eyes weren't red or black.
He could still tell she wasn't a human.

He managed to shake his head as she walked up closer to the boy.
He took a small step back as she smiled, kneeling in front of him.
"I mean you no harm, little one. I just need to know where your parents are, you shouldn't be here at this time." She told him in a gentle tone.
He was confused.
Why was she being so nice to him?
Weren't demons meant to be threatening?
Why did she seem so interested in his well being?

"I.. I don't have any.. parents.." He murmured as the lightning struck that earned a surprised gasp from the boy.
His eyes fell to the pouring sky as the rain came down heavier.

"Let me bring you home, its not safe for you here." She told him.
He wasn't sure if he should.
Would she kill him?
Make him into a blood slave?
Blood slaves were humans that were bought by high rank demons or vampires, where the human was made a well slave.
But she wasn't wanting to buy him.
She was just wanting to bring him home.
But why..?

He ended up agreeing and following the woman home, people gasped when they saw him with her.
"Poor boy."
"So young."
"I wonder where his parents are?"
"She's a high blood isn't she?"
"He won't make it."

"Ignore them my little lamb, their words may be scary but the assumptions are all false. I promise you." She smiled taking his small hand.
"I will never hurt you, so trust me." She told him.
And he did.

When they made it to her home.
His green eyes were wide with shock.
"Your home.. its beautiful miss.." He confessed trying to take the first floor in.
It must of been three stories, maybe.

"Call me Melea, little lamb." She told him removing her coat.
He nodded looking around.
"Are you hungry?" She asked him.
When was the last time he ate?
Days ago maybe?
His stomach growled at the mention of food.
Blushing darkly at the sound he looked away from her.
"I'm sorry.." He whispered.

Melea chuckled kneeling in front of him.
"Never apologize for feeling hungry, you humans need to eat in order to grow strong." She said caressing his cheek.
"Why don't you go upstairs to change out of those wet clothes?" She suggested to him.
He looked up the stairs.
Then nodded.

He walked into an empty room with a well made bed.
Walking over to the dresser, he opened it to reveal nothing but boy clothes.
Did she have a son?
Or.. a blood slave?
Chills raced through him.
No, Melea didn't seem to be the type to have a blood slave..