Lily sat in silence for a moment. Her heart was pounding, her face felt hot where he had struck her, and she felt terribly sick. She felt ashamed to call him her father. Her eyes grew misty. She hugged her knees tighter as a bitter gust lashed against her face. She tried not to, she did, but one perfectly round drop edged down her numb cheek. It fell onto the cold stone of the step. Burying her head in her hands out of shame and sorrow, more salty droplets seeped from her eyes. She looked weak, the one thing she did not want to look. But worst of all, she felt weak, she felt powerless and all she wanted to do was felt hopeless.
"Why are you crying child?" a Velvety voice asked
Lily looked up into the eyes of an angel he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen,He was in his late teens to early twenties, His skin was like polished marble,pale and un-blemeshed, he had a triangular face with a slightly pointed chin and a Chiseled jaw line. His piercing grey eyes,which seemed to see straight into her soul, sat below angled eyebrows that seemed to curve as a natural extension of his trim, well-defined nose. His full lips were turned up in a genuine smile , and his long dark wavy hair was neatly tied and worn back to reveal a wide forehead. The jacket he wore over his broad shoulders had neatly polished buttons, and the scarf around his neck was tied loosely. He held her eyes in a steady gaze, and had an air of authority that was mesmerizing ,she was transfixed.
Ezra had seen the child crying and knew she would be easy prey her clothing was in tatters, her face and hair were unwashed and her body was covered in bruises, nobody would miss this one, he smiled to himself he couldn't wait to taste her, all he had to do was lure her away and she would be dead within minutes. However when she tilted her tiny heart shaped face up and met his gaze he felt something he hadn't felt in centuries, a spark of his humanity, Although her face was dirty he could see that beneath the dirt her skin was a creamy ivory. Her large wide-set green eyes speckled with flakes of gold and blue, encompassed with thick long lashes. Her tiny upturned nose red from the cold sat on top of perfect heart shaped lips, her hair appeared to be a mousy brown from the amount of dirt and grime on the child's lice infested head he couldn't be sure, but one single lock of platinum blonde hair fell softly over her left eye. She was beautiful , he couldn't kill her, suddenly all he wanted to do was protect her. She was his.
"who did this to you?" he asked .
"who are you?" she asked, her voice was like an enchanting melody
"I am Ezra De La Fontaine " he answered "Who hurt you?"
"No one, I'm not hurt,."
Ezra leaned down and grabbed her tiny chin in his large hand.
"who hurt you!," he was angry now his face was amass with rage .
She recoiled and began shaking in fear
"my...m..my da...d ." she stuttered and burst into tears again.
Noticing her fear Ezra calmed himself and decided to try a different angle
"do you want to stay here sweetheart?" Ezra asked . "If you come with me you will want for nothing, I can take you away from this place ."
"Can I have pancakes ?." she asked
"Yes Princess, you can have whatever you want" "What is your name Sweetheart?"
hesitating for only a second before taking his hand
"My name is Lily" she said truly smiling for the first time in her short life.