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"Some say that when a vampire is stabbed through the heart he turns to ash. Burning, setting on fire, and that he curls in on himself, like paper in a fireplace. That he would glow like embers in the dark, and that all that would be left was a wisp of smoke, carried away by the wind, never to be seen again."


Fire. So much fire. And smoke, swirling in thick black clouds they curled through the house, moving like an enemy that couldn't be hurt, slowly, but quickly.

Pressing herself into a corner she tried desperately to keep away from the silent killer. A loud crack tore through the air as the roof collapsed, the broken wood and plaster just barely missing her. Tears ran down her face as she tried desperately to call for help.

Her parents were in the other room with her younger brother, and it was unknown to the girl whether or not they were still alive. But as the thick smoke crept closer she could only think of one thing. It was the fact that she was beginning to feel calm. Eerily calm.

The choking cloud finally over came her as the house groaned again, warning its inhabitants that it would soon collapse. Coughing against the smog she prayed to the gods. Not only to them, but to whoever would listen.

The house groaned again, this time causing the house to shudder. She opened her eyes to survey the scene, only to come face to face with a pair of red eyes that glared at her through the cloud. But she did not feel scared.

"Come with me."

She shivered, watching the pair of eyes in a trance. Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms pick her up carefully.

The house groaned again, reminding them of the urgency. And, as quick as a flash, he was outside, just in time to watch the house collapse in flames. The girl stared wide eyed over his shoulder, tears still streaking their way down her face.

He stayed with her the rest of the night, comforting her as she sobbed.

The girl looked at him as the last of the flames were extinguished, studying him. His dark red eyes had shifted, strangely enough, to their almost complete opposite. A dark blue. His saggy black hair was falling in front of his eyes, forcing him to have to flick them out of the way every now and then.

He stayed until she stopped crying and her sister got there, coming home from a friends house. He explained that he'd been out for a walk and saw the flames. He entered without thinking and climbed in her bedroom window, which was left open in the summer, and rescued her before the house collapsed.

But something was strange with his alibi. And only the young girl who he'd saved noticed.

He couldn't have climbed in through her bedroom window.

Why?

Because her room was on the second floor.