So this is my first try at an original story so please if anyone reads this let me know what you think.
~~Kuro-Lemur~~
Prologue:
The little girl stares up innocently at the bizarre man. She is only three years old and doesn't know any better. The man melts because of the girl's deep green eyes. He had just killed the parents of this little innocent girl and many others before them, yet he can't bring himself to harm this little angel. She reaches up for him to pick her up. He does and he holds her as if she is his own. She smiles and hugs his neck. He notices that she is quiet compared to other children her age.
The girl falls asleep hugging his neck, he knows this because she snores softly. The man tries to fight a smile but fails. He sees the girl as a chance for a new life. He could be free from this life as the Sire's little blood boy.
He flees with the girl. The Sire wants this little angel dead and the man won't allow it. He goes to the last place the Sire would look for the child.
The cemetary is steriotypical of what people think of, cold, dark, dreary, foggy, and if the man was human, scary. The girl slept the whole way, unphased by the world around her. She is at peace in the man's arms though he has no clue why, he is a total stranger to her.
The cemetary care taker's house is dark, no lights are on. The man keeps his one arm around the sleeping child and uses the other to reach out and knock on the door. Lights within the house come on as someone makes their way from one of the upstairs bedrooms to the door.
The door swings open to revel an elderly man, about in his sixties or seventies. His salt and pepper hair is ruffled in a way that suggests he has just got out of bed. " What the bloody he- Miles?" The man starts to rant until he sees who is at the door. The shock from seeing his son only increases when he sees the sleeping girl who has her tiny arms wrapped around Miles' neck.
"Dad please let us stay and I'll explain everything." Miles pleads. The elderly man let his son enter. He is baffled. The last time he saw his son, Miles was only 19. He should be in at least his forties by now but here he stands looking the same age as the last time the older man saw him.
"How? You haven't aged a day. And who's the child?" The elder man questions still trying to figure out if he is seeing things.