This all started when I took a wrong turn in Dallas, Texas trying to get back to the camp before the sun came up. There it was; the little yellow home that looked like a doll house with it's a wraparound porch. On the front step she stood in a little green sun dress crying. She couldn't have been any older than seven. I was only watching her for a few minutes, yet tome it seemed like hours, maybe days. Finally, an older lady came out yelling, "Mary-Alice get your ass back in this house! Why in God's name are you even up?"
The tall woman towered +over the girl. Their hair was identical, long and as black as night. Before the girl, or asthe older lady called her, Mary- Alice, could get up, she was grabbed her by the arm. Jerking her away from her safe little seat on the porch, the little girl responded with, "You and Papa woke me up, when y'all were fighting.. I.. I was scared.." she mumbled, the fear gushing off her in waves. Her eyes were on her feet, as though she was afraid to even look her mother in the eye.
"Mary-Alice, you were dreamin'. Me and your daddy were not fightin'." Even though that's what the mother said, you didn't have to have my ability to know that she was lying. The little girl bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.
The smell was unlike anything I'd ever smelled. It was inviting -mouth watering- but there was something different about it… I couldn't put my finger on it. It was something I'd never experienced in my years as a vampire. I wouldn't even know how to explain it.. Whatever is was it shocked me enough not to go after her and drain her right then and there.
As they went into what they thought was the safety of their house, I ran. I ran like I'd never run before. I needed to get back to the camp to give Maria the assessment of the town. Yet, most of all I need to think. I've lost count of how many years I've been a vampire. I've lost count on how many men and women I've slaughtered to keep myself alive. And hell even to this day I don't think I've wanted to protect anyone.
Not until the blue eyed angel of a child I just saw. I want nothing more than to protect her from the horror that the world really is. By the time I got to the camp, Maria was waiting for me outside, her long black hair reaching almost her waist, and her red eyes staring daggering into my figure as i slowed my run into a human walk.
"So? What could have possibly made you take so long?" she snapped as soon as I got in arms length.
"I wanted it to be an accurate assessment." I lie easy to her. After all these years, I didn't give two flying monkeys about her weekly assessments. Maria started to snap, but I found myself not even listening to her. I was thinking about the little girl who was called Mary-Alice.
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