First, I don't own nothing, just my OC, Lyra.
Second, thanks to musicis4ever for Beta-Read my fic!
Third, enjoy.
It was late at night in the grand Hotel Transylvania. Many monsters were getting ready for bed, leaving others, the few who had just arrived. The stirring slowly subsided and I, Count Dracula, the hotel owner, found myself in a completely empty room. Another night had passed without any problems or complications. Another perfect night.
I walked outside and allowed myself to breathe the fresh air of the morning. In the distance, a car approached, returning the last monsters that had traversed the forest. I waited for the arrival of the car, waiting to know if all had gone smoothly, especially with respect to the humans. But when Jack got out, carrying a little girl on her lap, I was more than shocked. She had blond hair and wore pink clothes, which were dirty and torn. She was also hurt. But worst of all, she was a human.
"Where did you get that?" I asked, horrified.
"I found her in the forest, she was lying near the road." Jack explained.
"But she's human!" I recoiled from her.
"She's justa little girl. She's injured and does not look well. I couldn't leave her there." Jack said.
In a way, he was right. She looked slightly younger than my daughter, Mavis; although, being human, she must be much younger. There was nothing dangerous about her. But I remembered that humans were evil, dangerous killers. She moved and a letter fell to the ground. I picked it up and opened it.
"Dear someone who found this girl, her name is Lyra Lovely Willows and she is an orphan. Heartless criminals murdered both her parents. I could save her, but know if I survive this long and lonely trail,shewill not survive. Please take good care of her for me, protect my little Lyra!"
I looked at the letter, even more horrified. How could humans do that with one of their own race? Such a small child, unable to hurt anyone! How could they be so cruel?I thought. She whimpered and I looked at her. She looked so fragile, innocent and beautiful. I held her in my arms and she snuggled up against my chest. She felt very hot, and I wondered if that was normal. What should I do? I could just drop her off in the woods and leave her alone, couldn't I? But I killed the thought. I understood she was just a child lost, unarmed, wounded and without family. She opened her eyes. They were green and very bright.
"Where am I?" She asked weakly.
What should I say? Should I just tell her everything? I thought, searching for an answer.
"Where is my mother?" She asked, ignoring the fact that I hadn't answered the first question.
"I do not know." I answered. She screamed and started crying.
"You're really hurting." I said, sympathetically.
"I want my mother!" She murmured. She was so fragile and had suffered so much that I could not resist liking her.
"Do not worry. I'll take care of you." I promised.
A smile formed on her lips before the girl fell asleep again. I would take care of her until she got better, and then leave her at the human village and everything would be solved. But five days had passed, and Lyra showed no signs of improvement. I had tried everything I knew, even managed to whip up some human medicines, but nothing seemed to be effective. She no longer woke up, barely ate or drank; the only improvements were that her sores had disappeared, leaving behind scars.
But that morning when I went to see her, she was ice cold, her breathing was weak, and his heart was beating out of sync. I wasn't sure how, but she was dying. So that was it. I had tried and failed to save her. The fault was not mine. I had done my best, but failed, my conscience was clean and quiet. I would leave the body in the woods and pretend that none of this had happened. That was the right thing to do, even though there was still hope for her.
No. It was completely out of the question. An insane idea, I should not even consider it.
Why not? The girl was a human, but was not guilty of being here. It was likely that she did not understand what was happening. And after five days, could I just go to bed and wait for her to die, knowing that I could save her in some way? Even if she got better, what could possibly ensure that, if she returned to the humans, they were not going to hurt her again, like the first time? Here she would be safe, and if she could not stay there like that...
"Martha, what do I do?" I asked the darkness around me. But I knew that Martha would know. She always knew what was right to do. When I woke up the next night, and I saw a pair of blue eyes.
"Dad!" Mavis called.
"Good evening, my little bat. Did you sleep well?" I asked.
"Very. I'm hungry." She protested, smiling. I picked her up, smiling too.
"That's why you woke me up? All right, then, ready for breakfast?" I said, getting out of bed.
"Bet you can't catch me!" She shouted, rushing out. I smiled before following her.