Fangs gleaming in the moonlight, she goes towards you, her eyes full of sympathy, and you can see she only wants to help. Her red hair hangs over half of her face, giving her more then a slight mysterious look, and you don't resist, but lock eyes with her, and allow the older girl to wipe away your tears. She pulls you into a tight hug, and you know that she is to be your mommy, that she'll love you for who you are, like fake sister and pretend mother never did.

She kisses you full on the lips, holding you close, protectively, before she goes to make you like her, biting into the pulse point on your neck, drinking your blood and asking you if you want to like forever.