The scream was ear piercing, deafening, even to her and she had heard countless screams in her existence. She sought pleasure in the agonising sounds she managed to pull from lips of innocents in her vampiric life, the noise only urging her to continue, to toy with her meals. The memories from her human self weren't so clear, like a hazy fog clouded the pictures and sounds. Those screams did not bring any type of pleasure, but they didn't come close to comparing to the one she heard now as she looked down at the fragile, still body that lay like a little angel on the forest floor. The tiny heartbeat that once pattered with life could no longer be heard; the dimpled cheeks that once flushed pink were now pale; the soft, musical chime of her voice would never grace the atmosphere again. The wind whipped around her as if the elements were recognising such a tragic, cruel loss. But it was more than a loss; the girl had been snatched from this life by the hands of another and it was all her fault. She couldn't concentrate on anything else, only the unmoving little girl. It was then that Laura realised the screams weren't coming from anyone else; they were retching from her own throat. She sank to her knees beside the body, her eyes itching for the tears that would never come as dry sobs racked her body, dispelling the screams. She wanted to cling on to denial, to disbelief; however, this was all the evidence she needed and it couldn't be disputed. Laura moved her pale, shaking hand to the girl's cheek, running the back of her fingers along the surface before she pushed the brunette curls from out of her face. It was an action she was used to doing, a day not going by where she hadn't tucked the bouncing curls behind the child's ear so her beautiful deep blue eyes could not be hidden. Laura felt her stone cold heart sink to the depths of her stomach as she choked on the sobs that she was sure would never end. The girl didn't deserve this; she was perfect in every way, so bright, so clever, so full of life. Another scream escaped her throat, echoing in the wooded area that enveloped them, as the realisation consumed her that there was no going back, that it was too late.
Her daughter was dead.