Fate

Black hair falling like a dark shadow, behind are large round eyes. Eyes red as blood; contrasting greatly with smooth, pale skin. Almost lifeless, the skin caving in, showing every bone in the face of this child. The small innocent stature; the lifeless lack of emotion. The dripping, the sound amplifies. The staring child, as blood slowly trickles down the walls. Looking up, seeing the source as the body is thrown over the edge. Hearing the weak heartbeat, the struggle to live. The weak child inches closer, lured by the smell of fresh blood. Feeding, warm down the throat as red eyes turn black, as the cheeks flush, fresh strength. The child, black eyes, filled with wisdom, all knowing. Good or Bad, your fate has been set in stone. Inability to change it, unless you see the child. The child never aging, hidden away long ago. The payment is blood, the sacrifice is life. Your future is in the hands of this being, this child, this monster….