It was the end of sunset and thunder rumbled in the little Girl shivered but quelled such a childish notion. She had to find her. Where was she? She was always busy but that soft smile would appear when the little Girl wanted to show off her latest trick. She would patiently say yes and the little Girl would start and she was always so amazed.
"Mommy?" the little Girl questioned eager to find her Mother and show her the latest trick the little girl had learned.
"Mommy? Where are you? You gotta see it Mommy, I'm amazing." The little Girl felt a spasm of fear that her Mother had taught her to control. 'Love, you must run.' a beatific voice sounded through her head.
"Mommy?" the little Girl whimpered. She turned the last corner of the old Victorian mansion and saw what her Mother had already seen long before.
That beautiful woman with her long waves of red hair and bright eyes with those familiar flecks of green and chocolate brown. That much She could see but, there was something wrong. Mommy was choking on the floor and making gurgling noises like those awful pale things that Mommy got rid of. The little Girl made a face at the thought of those things. Mommy was sick for day's after that. Father said to leave it be and the little Girl did.
What had Mommy called them? The little Girl moved to go towards her Mother to ask the names of those awful things when a lightning strike flickered through the windows of the old mansion and the little girl saw something she didn't quite understand.
"Leslie!" her Fathers voice sounded.
Mommy was red and it wasn't Her brilliant hair, but She was wet looking with her hair matted around her tan forehead. The little Girl barely noticed her older cousin pulling her back into the living room and into a small closet under the stairs. She could still see though, and what she saw fascinated her. That gloriously tall, pale Woman.
With her equally pale hair and skin She glowed in what little moonlight the storm provided. Her white teeth shone through her full, pallid pink lips and when She smiled the little Girl was fascinated. The little Girls Father rushed in and quickly assessed the horrid situation.
With a moan of agony he looked down at his wife. She was bitten. He quickly went towards his wife and, with a shaking hand, snapped her neck. It was the only choice, he couldn't allow it to take over his beautiful love. Father then turned around to meet the eyes of the calculating murderer who stood with dainty hands clasped and Her pretty head bowed.
"It 'tis such a shame, Garson." the pale Woman whispered. "Immortality would suit her so. You know it, Garson." Her voice was the most delicious velvet she had ever heard. It was nicer than her Mothers gentle melody of a voice or her Fathers baritone that rumbled in a most entertaining way. What interested the little girl even more than Her deathly skin was, the way the Woman moved. She was like water. So fluid and smooth, but with the speed of a cobra.
"Get out, Sang. Now." Father whispered dangerously. The little Girl shivered at her Fathers deadly tone. The Woman sighed and the little Girl swore she saw the air fog as if the Woman's breath was that cold.
"You know I can't, Garson." the Woman whispered.
Then with a move so quick the little Girl couldn't follow it, her Father attempted to attack the Woman but the Woman was quicker and She broke Fathers back right in half. The little Girls cousin stopped breathing behind her and She knew that as her cue to cover her eyes as She heard the most sickening ripping sound. Later on She found out that the Woman efficiently decapitated both Mother and Father and quietly left. But not before leaving a note on the table and few parting words.
"Wij zullen opnieuw kinderen van Lockhart ontmoeten." She warned. The little Girl didn't hear it though. She was already unconscious and it was sad She never expected her future.