"Oh, what an adorable little girl!" A tiny, elderly man looked across the street at a bouncing ball of blonde-haired energy.
"Such a cute little tyke -OW!" The old man rubbed his head. His equally tiny wife readjusted her purse and whispered in his ear.
"You can't just go around praising people like that! You know about the, the Evil Eye, don't you Harold?"
Oh yes, everyone knows about the Evil Eye. The Covetous Gaze. Malocchio.
A figure perched on top of a street light , crouched like an animal on the tip. They seemed weightless, their cloak flapped wildly in the breeze. The hood blew back to reveal a face that would have been pretty, if not for the dark circles and huge bags under her eyes. Her face was too gaunt and her hair was too stringy. Anyone who saw her on the streets would have shaken their heads over such wasted potential. If only they could see her. But that wasn't important.
The only thing that mattered was that she could see them.
The blonde girl held tightly to her mother's hand, glad to be out of the house, even if it was just running errands. She shifted her weight back and forth, ogling the bright cars racing across the intersection. Her mother wasn't paying the same attention.
Suddenly, the little girl of no more than four spotted the most adorable calico kitten sitting on the opposite sidewalk. Her eyes grew wide at the thought of how soft its fur must be. She wormed her hand out of her mitten; her mother was too busy on her phone to notice. Little Sophie began to toddle to the curb as more and more cars seemed to obstruct her from her goal. She raised her leg to step out into the street.
A large red truck zoomed in front of her, splashing up a wall of dirty snow water. The poor girl was covered head to toe and began to cry.
A grin slowly spread over the face of the figure on the street light. Too-sharp teeth almost drew attention away from the black eyes burning above them. Though, the eyes weren't entirely a solid color. Around the pupils, they looked almost identical to fractured glass that burned from within.
Swiftly and silently, the cloaked spirit dropped into the cross walk. She joined the crowd of people that were doing last-minute Christmas shopping and was gone within moments.
AN: So this is just an introductory chapter, somewhat. All following chapters will be at the very least three times this length. (Honestly I just wanted to take this title before anyone else got to it.)
Anyway, pass me a review just to let me know if you want more. This'll be a Pitch/OC story, because that's all I'm good at.