"Father what are you doing?" The young woman shouted as she tightened her arms around the scared child in her arms. She was up against a wall as the tall, dark, red eye man came stalking forward with a pointy grin on his face.
"My dear Isabelle, it is the 18th year of her life. Your time is up,she will come with me." The man said, pointing at the scared girl. It was the girl's 18th birthday as she and her mother were celebrating in the small cottage when the man claiming to be her grandfather busted the door. "She is a danger without me."
"No father, my daughter is not a danger. You only say that because you are afraid. Why must you ruin us now?" Isabelle knew she needed to do something fast. She hit the wall with her fist which caused a water bucket on the shelf above to fall on the man. As this happened, Isabelle pushed the young girl outside and into their small barn where she hid her in a bundle of hay. "My child, you must stay silent and not come out, no matter what you hear."
"Mother, what is happening? Why is grandfather so intent on taking me?" The girl asked, confused. The last she saw the man was when she was ten and he acted like he loved the girl.
Isabelle sighed and kissed her forehead. "There are things that you do not understand. Things I wish to pull you away from. Be strong my child and remember I will always love you." With one soft touch on the cheek, Isabelle ran back out and towards the cottage to face her father.
The girl stayed put; her heart pounding loudly like a drum, sweat rolling off as if it was rain. And then she heard the screams; the terrible screams of her mother in pain. Tears dropped out of the girl's eyes and she sobbed lightly until the screaming ended. It was silent. The only sounds were the girl's ragged breath.
And then the doors opened wide to shine the only light into the barn. The girl pushed herself more into the hay, careful not to make a noise. Hearing the footsteps she covered her mouth, praying that the intruder did not hear her. The footsteps took a turn which sounded as they were retreating though it was too dark to see anything.
The girl sighed with relief until a hand curled around her left leg and pulled her out of the hay and stood her up, ignoring her shouts of terror. The girl looked into the red eyes before her and found them gentle, sad. "Mother?"
Before the girl could say anything Isabelle took her neck and bit down, drinking her blood. The girl did not scream nor cried, but held her mother close as she felt her life being drained. "I will find out what has happened tonight, I promise. I love you mother." Her hands slowly fell until her heartbeat stopped and her body was still.
It was then Isabelle let go and stared with sorrow at the corpse. "Oh my daughter, I'm so sorry." She cried as tears of blood covered her face. Unaware of the presence behind her, she picked up the girl's body and laid it neatly in the hay, brushing her hair back. "How could you, do you not realize what you have done?" The man shouted, looking at himself until he realized he was not changing back.
Isabelle stared at her father with a tight smile as she knew something he did not. "Oh father, I know exactly what I have done." Her voice held all the venom her father put in her.
The man was confused and then mad. "You destroyed us, it is only fair you die too." With the wave of his hand a small ember dropped on to a pile of hay, causing a huge fire that soon engulfed the whole barn.
Isabelle did not move as she stared at her dead daughter with love in her eyes. "Fair thee well father." Before the man could say anything a wood piece fell in between them and he was forced to run out the barn and watch it burn from the outside. One small tear slid down his cheek before he brushed it off, the whole time thinking "this was your fault, but I still do love you, my child."
Meanwhile in the barn Isabelle laid next to the girl and held her hand and slowly began to close her eyes as the fire inched towards them. "Keep your promise my dear. Come back and find out what has happened. We will be together once more, Isabella." With those last words the fire hit and began burning.