Dracula's Point of view.
I sighed as I walked in the remains of the village that had been destroyed by my youngest bride, Alerra, in her rage and grief over the loss of our children. Verona and Marishca had already come and taken her back home on my orders while I stayed here and made sure that all the survivors were either too young to remember or were dead. There could be no witnesses. Though it seemed there were no survivors, I was just preparing to take flight when I heard the cry, it was soft, just barely louder than a whimper but still I could hear it.
I briskly walked towards the cry and what I came upon made even I, a heartless vampire, feel an ache in my chest. For there on the ground lay the tiniest little girl I had ever seen .just barely over four and with half of her body badly burnt. The poor little one was on the brink of death and in unimaginable pain. It was the first time in two centuries I had felt any form of emotion. And the amount of pity I felt for this small being made me pause and consider whether to let her live or help her pass on from this world.
As I raised my hand to end the child's life I found myself filled with a terrible feeling of guilt and could not bear to continue. Sighing, I bent low picking up the small red haired girl. With a swift motion I bit my wrist and held the bleeding appendage above the crying child's mouth watching as she instantly began to heal. And for the first time since spotting the babe I noticed a little pair of ears that were as red as her hair tipped with a little spot of white, and against the arm I was using to support the little one I could feel another soft, fluffy appendage. I raised the girl to eye level and turned her carefully to where I could see her back, and there right under the small of her back sat another red, fluffy, and slightly singed appendage.
"What are you little one, for most creatures I know do not have ears and a tail such as yours" I asked curiously, though I knew I would get no answer. The poor little one was young enough that even if she did know how to talk, she had fallen into unconsciousness as soon as I had picked her up.
I carefully slid off my coat balancing the girl with one arm as I did, and then wrapping it around her. It was, after all, a very cold fly to Castle Dracula.