A/N Sorry I know it's been ages, but my muse deserted me. I've hit the classics again
Chapter 7
Heartsick livestock
Millie lay in the middle of her bed curled up in a ball in the middle of her bed watching glassy eyed as her bloodied dress was taken away by one of the housemaids. Miss Fernwood stood worried at the side of the bed.
"You had no choice, you were in a public place, you followed as fast as you could without drawing attention to yourself."
"Then perhaps I should have drawn attention to myself."
"You are of course aware of the danger associated with that."
"I'm always in danger, Miss Fernwood, that child, however, the one that died this evening was never supposed to be!"
"And if someone decides to capitalize on your decision, some would report you to the police or put you in an asylum, or worse sell your whereabouts to any local vampire, who was looking for you, which would be every vampire, demon or go between low life walking the dimension then you would be lost and many more innocents would die before they put you out of your misery?" The Watcher's eyes flared, and the softened. "God's girl, do you not understand, you are the safeguard between all of the people you care about and those things that took that girl tonight but you can't be everywhere at once." She leaned over this girl, who she loved as if she were her own child, in such pain.
"Sleep now my girl, there are no monsters under the beds in this house and there will be problems enough to deal with, demons enough to fight come tomorrow."
Little did either of them know that many of them were being agreed to in this very house, this very night, agreed to due to a lust for money, for status, and a lack of respect for ones children, as on this very night as she lay heartsick with her soul bleeding over her failure, a daughter was sold as livestock, to the man who's benefactors would, if they had their way, see her insane and eventually see her dead. Not just another to woman to play with, but a Slayer's endurance to test, to break.