Leila
The darkness of the room grew stronger and the utter silence was instant. Roman looked at the dead body of his mother; Olivia. The absolute queen of the Godfrey's. Her beauty was striking even as she laid cold and bloody on the floor. The white dress on her body illuminated the dark room. Roman walked slowly towards his first victim. He could still feel the metallic taste of blood on his tongue, and the adrenalin pumping through his veins. He was getting stronger; had turned his heart into steel just like Shelley told him to. He crouched down next to Olivia and stroke her cold cheek with his long fingers, and looked into her dead eyes and closed them. He didn't feel any remorse; actually he was pleased with his first kill. His fingers touched the wound on her neck, and he graspingly licked the blood of them. He felt his sharp fangs against his tongue and was curious to which monster he had turned into.
Suddenly he heard a baby crying. The cry was long and loud. He turned around and looked at the black cradle. Slowly he walked towards it, knocked over a few of the lights surrounding the cradle. Roman didn't care, his presence was necessary for the baby. He removed the cloth and looked down at the crying face, and bended over the cradle. As he looked amazed at the little creature in front of him, it stopped crying and looked innocently back. Its little hand reached out for Romans face, and touched lightly his chin while a quiet chuckle slipped through its small lips. As the baby tried to interact Roman froze. He noticed the deep green eyes and some blond hair on its head. The baby reminded him of Letha, and once again felt sick of thinking about him raping her. She; a victim. Him; a monster. But mysteriously the baby didn't seem to think of him as a monster. It seemed happy and pleased with his company; a pure joy. He knew what his mother wanted him to do. But he wouldn't do it. Never! He slowly put his hands around its back and held the baby in front of him. It's a girl, Roman thought. An angel. My angel.