Here it is, the third installment of The Little Halloween Girl! Will this be the last part in the Halloween Girl saga?!
The Little Halloween Girl: To Love or Not to Love
by Ryoken
When Sara awoke, she slowly opened her eyes and her vision was blurry all but for a moment, and then she could clearly see once more. She found her head lying on top of her hands, which rested on the arm of the chair. She slightly moved her head to look over at Rahab, but he was not there.
Shrugging, she sat up and was about to nod off to sleep once more when she glanced at her hands. Something was different about them. The nails were longer than she remembered, sharp, and black. Almost like small claws.
So instead of going back to sleep, she decided to get up and walk around the room a little. When she got up however, she saw a mirror that hadn't been there before. Strange, she thought. I thought vampires couldn't see their own reflections. And I don't remember Rahab having one in here. Perhaps he put it in here for me? She went over to it and looked at herself. She almost screamed, but it came out as a frightened gasp. Her lips were as black as midnight, maybe even as black as Rahab's lips, and she had black eye makeup on, decorating her eyes with long curves of this black makeup on the edges of her eyes, making her look...evil, in a way. She calmed down by telling herself it was probably that wizard's doing, what's-his-face, who put it on her. She hadn't seen herself in a mirror for quite sometime. So she took this chance to really get a good look at herself. Heh, it is a pretty dress, and I guess I don't look half bad in it, she thought.
She turned around to go back to that chair to get some more rest, it was the only thing she could think of that she could do in is room all by herself, when she saw a white rose lying on the table. She went over to it and picked it up. There was no note attached or anything, but she figured Rahab had left it there for her to find. How sweet. Just then, the door opened and Rahab walked in, looking like the wound he was given never happened.
"Hello, how are you feeling?" He said. His smile seemed to fade as soon as he saw how she looked and he saw her holding the rose.
"Fine, but you don't seem to be all right, what's wrong?" Sara asked as she got up and went over to him.
"Where...where did you get this rose? And why are wearing all that makeup?"
"You mean...you didn't leave this for me? And I wasn't already wearing all this stuff?" He shook his head. "Well, did you leave that-" she began to point at the mirror, but it had vanished. "mirror..."
"Mirror? No, what happened in here?" He said, sitting them both down on the edge of his bed.
"I-I don't know. I just woke up and all of this was here..." Suddenly Rahab grasped her right hand. "What is it?"
"Your...your nails..." he began to say. He looked up straight in her eyes. "Are you certain that no one came in here while I was gone?"
"Yes, I was asleep most of the time, why?"
"These nails are a trait of a vampire fledgling."
Yes, I know this was short, it's only one page, but think of it as a prologue.