"Have you seen my aeroplane?"
The question caught him off guard.
Anderson had sliced and stabbed through dozens of ghouls to get here, to the head vampire. To her?
Brown hair that had not seen a brush in days, denim shorts, yellow T-shirt with a duck on it, under the bloodstains. The girl tilted her head back to meet his gaze with her very red one. Yes, he was there for her.
"Have you seen my aeroplane?" She repeated.
"No, lass," He replied, instincts conflicting. "I can't say I have."
"It's okay," She said, "I think I just need to look more. Mummy took it from me, said I'd been a bad girl. She takes it whenever I'm bad. She says I'm weird for liking it, that girls should like dolls. But I like aeroplanes better. So, she got me one for my birthday, just so I'd stop taking my brother's." The girl smiled for a moment, then pouted, "But she said I was bad for staying outside too late, then for not going to school. So, she took it away!" She grinned once more and asked, "Know what I did when she took it?"
"What was that?" How old could she be? Six years old? Definitely not more than seven.
"I bit her!" The girl-monster giggled. A blade readied itself in his hand. "Now Mummy does whatever I say." A chorus of groans sounded in the distance as shuffling shapes came closer. Her cherub's mouth became a nightmare. "They all do."
Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child shall in no wise enter therein.
He struck. He would pray for her later.
A/N: Written in response to an "aeroplanes" theme challenge.