Khareesa shot up in her bed and clutched her blankets tighter around her small frame. Her light brown and blond hair tumbled out of her nightcap in soft, silky curls and her hazel eyes, speckled with emerald and azure, were wide with fear. She had heard something. Perhaps it had simply been a dream, but she could swear it was real. Khareesa shook her head. It couldn't possibly be real. There just simply weren't things that made that kind of noise, like a banshee, around anymore. Van Helsing had killed all the Vampires around this area off ages ago, almost 20 years ago. Kharees shrugged and got out of her bed. Oh well, she thought to herself, a bit of warm milk couldn't do me any harm.
Khareesa, having lived in the same house for nineteen years, had managed to figured out which boards creaked when stepped on. She placed her feet down carefuly, so as not to wake her parents or the baby, her little brother Aidan. Aidan was a wonderful child, a head full of dark curls, his eyes still as blue as the sky, and likely to stay that way. He wasn't fussy, and he didn't wriggle and squirm much. He was a good young boy, he would be a good child, and a strong man when he grew up. Khareesa sighed, she wondered what she was like when she was a baby.
Khareesa got to the icebok, where they kept their cold goods, and reached down for one of the pitchers of milk. She found a clay mug, pulled it out of the cupboard, and poured the milk into it. She set it down and stood around for a few minutes while the milk warmed a bit, then gulped some of it down. she could feel her stomach settling already.
"Jus a dream. That's what it was. Nothing more." Khareesa murmured to herself. Just as she said that, screams erupted from outside in the village. She jumped and shrieked, dropping the clay mug, letting it shatter on the ground. She cursed and peered out the window, just in time to see a pale figure, as white as the moon herself, swoop down into the Fitzgeralds cottage and drag someone out by their arm. Whatever it was, it screamed gayly and plunged their mouth onto their neck. Khareesa groaned in fear and clasped her own neck protectively. She couldn't move. She had to warn her parents, so they could get Aidan out! She managed to tear her eyes away from the window, from the horrifying scenes taking place outside, and dash into her parents room.
"Ma! Da!" She cried. They roused themselves, and looked up at her.
"What Khareesa? Why are you up?"
"Ma!" She couldn't say it!
"What child, out with it!"
Khareesa heard the front door swing open, and the floorboards creak.
"Vampires." She managed to whisper before fainting.
Khareesa, having lived in the same house for nineteen years, had managed to figured out which boards creaked when stepped on. She placed her feet down carefuly, so as not to wake her parents or the baby, her little brother Aidan. Aidan was a wonderful child, a head full of dark curls, his eyes still as blue as the sky, and likely to stay that way. He wasn't fussy, and he didn't wriggle and squirm much. He was a good young boy, he would be a good child, and a strong man when he grew up. Khareesa sighed, she wondered what she was like when she was a baby.
Khareesa got to the icebok, where they kept their cold goods, and reached down for one of the pitchers of milk. She found a clay mug, pulled it out of the cupboard, and poured the milk into it. She set it down and stood around for a few minutes while the milk warmed a bit, then gulped some of it down. she could feel her stomach settling already.
"Jus a dream. That's what it was. Nothing more." Khareesa murmured to herself. Just as she said that, screams erupted from outside in the village. She jumped and shrieked, dropping the clay mug, letting it shatter on the ground. She cursed and peered out the window, just in time to see a pale figure, as white as the moon herself, swoop down into the Fitzgeralds cottage and drag someone out by their arm. Whatever it was, it screamed gayly and plunged their mouth onto their neck. Khareesa groaned in fear and clasped her own neck protectively. She couldn't move. She had to warn her parents, so they could get Aidan out! She managed to tear her eyes away from the window, from the horrifying scenes taking place outside, and dash into her parents room.
"Ma! Da!" She cried. They roused themselves, and looked up at her.
"What Khareesa? Why are you up?"
"Ma!" She couldn't say it!
"What child, out with it!"
Khareesa heard the front door swing open, and the floorboards creak.
"Vampires." She managed to whisper before fainting.