The little girl looked up at the tall red vampire, her heart was just beating out of her little chest. Her legs trembled in fear of what the man might do to her. Had not only broken in where the vampire sleeps but she made a mess, drank his spared blood and threw the spider.
One can easily say that the little girl was in fact in trouble.
"So, do you have something to say about this?" Larten asked the little girl. Just like Evra, she did not answer. She only responded by trembling by the older vampire's menacing gaze. "Who are you?" he demanded.
The child didn't respond then. When he moved towards her, the child quickly backed away from him, backing as far as she could away from him before tripping over Madam Octa's cage and landed backwards, twisting her ankle, she whimpered and cried at the pain.
Larten's stare softened, realizing that she was truly not a threat. He took in what state she was in; wounds from abuse tattered on her arms and legs, very thin, her clothes were rags pretty much, and she was mute. Despite clearly telling that this child had not had a bath in good knows how long, there was also this sickly infectious smell coming off of her.
She looked incredibly sick.
"It is alright now," He sighed, getting down to her level to inspect her ankle.
Once the child saw his hand reaching out towards her, before he could ask if he could see her ankle, she reacted with a snarl, striking his hand, drawing blood on the palm and slipped past Larten and flitted out of the tent.
"What?!" Larten's eyes widened at that.
Did… did that just happen? A child who can flit?! He heard the stories around the camp but he had believed they were spreading false tales. But seeing it had changed his perspective.
He flitted after her.
The little girl flitted back into the forest, pushing back the pain of her ankle and ran as if the devil himself was after her. He was going to hurt her, everyone in this circus was going to hurt her. Again, and again, and again! She could hear her sire's godawful cackle echoing in her ears.
Oh my sweet Pea, you better run! I'm going to catch you. Her sire taunted her mind.
No! NO NO NO NO NO!
No more, no more, NO MORE!
Despite her consuming blood moments ago, her body was taking a troublesome toll, forcing her to slow down and stop next to a tree. Three miles away from the camp, and hopefully away from that other man. Her vision was getting blurry and it was becoming increasingly hard to breathe, her legs wobbled like jelly.
Her body was telling her to curl up and sleep but her head wants her to keep going. The child didn't think she could run anymore, in pain, utterly exhausted.
She cannot run.
She was about to curl up against the tree when she sensed someone coming. And he was coming up fast.
With a gasp, the child looked to where she was at, thinking of what to do. If she hides, she knew the vampire would find her eventually…
Too messed up to continue to run, there was only one thing she could do. The child grabbed a thick stick off of the ground, putting it in her mouth and quickly climbed up the tree as high as she could. Her nails dug into the bark to help her make way towards a branch ten feet up.
Crouching up top, she takes the stick out of her mouth and holds it in her hands and waits for him to come.
If there was one thing in her sickly state of mind, she wasn't going to let anyone hurt her again. She was going to fight.
Even if he kills her, she'll try her best against him.
She waited.
Larten arrived where the little girl was before and stopped. "Where did she go?" he muttered softly. After one sniff, he looked up and the child was perched on the branch like a cat with a weapon.
When the child went to stand in response, readying to strike, she ultimately lost her balance when she got up too fast and she fell off of the tree and landed flat on the ground on her back and was knocked out cold. The older vampire sighed, shaking his head at her.
So much for fighting.
Rubbing where she clawed him, already healed from his spit, Larten slowly approached her. "Child?" he calls her. He knelt next to her body, examining what he could see, any broken bones from the fall and such. A bump on her head, a little gash where she hit her head but she looked fine for the most part.
The vampire gently placed the back of his hand on her forehead and grunted. "You feel like you are on fire," he muttered.
Bad memories when he had a fever came to his mind. Closing his eyes momentarily, trying to get that blasted memory out of the way so he could continue. He gently grabbed her small, frail wrists and opened both of her hands, staring at the ten tiny scars across her fingertips.
Tale-tell sign of a creature of a night.
Which one begs the question. "What are you? A small Vampaneze? Never heard of any taking children assistants." Larten said as he examined her. Recalling her single red eye, a trait the Vampaneze tend to have - purple skin, red eyes, nails and hair.
Before he could test her blood to make sure, his eyes noticed something on the one of the child's legs. The rag she was wearing was hitched up to where he could see a red half circular mark.
Curiosity getting the best of him, he slowly pulled the gown up a little to see what it was and his heart dropped and his stomach twisted in sickness and horror.
Inside of her inner thighs were five fresh bite wounds, at least a couple of days old, stared back at him. One of the bites looked seriously infected, oozing this infectious pus from the mark, which would explain the smell he smelt moments ago.
And...he could tell that there was deep bruising around her pelvic area...
That got him to pull away from her and vomited to the side. Larten had never seen anyone like this before, and he himself has seen some horrendous things, seen plenty of monsters in his time…
"Larten," Mr. Tall called him when he approached the two vampires. He looked to the fallen child and the adult just emptying the contents of his stomach. His black eyes widened when he saw the little girl, and saw what injuries she had sustained. "This poor child…." Mr. Tall muttered.
Larten removed his red cloak off of him and carefully draped it over the child, keeping her warm. "She is very sick, one of her wounds is infected." he coughed softly, covering his mouth in the process before he gently picked the child up in his arms.
"Then take her to my trailer, I'll have a look." Mr. Tall said before his gaze saddened, seeing the tiny child.
A child who seriously just escaped from Hell.
The two retreated back to camp as soon as possible.
Evra was finishing cleaning up the mess of the afterparty with a few little people - whom this batch just through from Mr. Tiny.
Who was waiting in Mr. Tall's trailer…
After tossing some plates in a garbage bag, the snake boy looked up from where he was at and saw Mr. Tall and Mr. Crepsley returning, seeing the little girl from earlier bundled up and carried. With a gasp, he dropped the bag and ran towards them.
"You found her!" Evra smiled before seeing that she was out cold and breathing funny. "Is she alright?"
"We do not know." Larten muttered softly.
"I'll be tending to her once we get her to my trailer." Mr. Tall assured Evra.
"Oh...Wait you can't!" Evra called out, stopping them by running in front of them.
"What is the matter with you?" Mr. Tall asked Evra.
"You can't take her to the trailer yet, Mr. Tiny is in there waiting for you to come back." Evra told them.
Both Hibernous and Larten's eyes widened when Tiny was mentioned. This was not good at all for either one of them.
"Mr. Tiny can't see her, he might eat her or something." Evra said, fearing for the little girl.
Mr. Tiny thought for a moment before an idea came to mind. "Yes, I'll go and see what he wants, Larten, I would like you to take her to one of the campers and wait until I come back."
Larten nodded in response and got going.
"What would you like me to do?" Evra asked.
"You go with him." Mr. Tall said, fixing his hat before he goes and tends to his guest of horror.
"Yes sir," Evra said before running after Larten.
A moment later, the orange haired vampire opened the door to the small camper and brought the child inside, settling her down on the bed. She stirred and moaned a little but she continued to slumber.
When removing his hands away from her, Larten noticed there was a bit of blood on his fingertips. Some of her blood from her head wound.
There was a strange scent coming off of the blood. Larten sniffed the bit of blood real quickly. He did smell something distinctively familiar, and something else.
"Will she be alright?" Evra asked Larten, worried about the little girl. Then he saw the blood and finally seeing the gash, Evra got up and grabbed some paper towels from the towel roll, returning back to the bed and pressed the towel up against the wound to try and stop the bleeding. "Mr. Crespley?"
Larten didn't speak. His mind was a little preoccupied with the odd smelling blood.
Well, he needed to know if she was a vampire or a vampaneze. He licked the blood to test it.
"Sir?" Evra repeatedly tried to get his attention when he saw this look on the vampire's face.
Larten could not believe what he just tasted. She was a half vampire, and something entirely new to him. He stares at the excess blood on his hand. His body trembling before he gazed at the little girl.
"Mr. Crepsley? What's wrong?" Evra asked.
Larten quickly got up from the bed and walked over to the sink suddenly and, turning on the fauset frantically washed the child's blood with hot water and soap. Making sure there were no traces left on his skin before turning the sink off, going to the tiny fridge to grab a bottle of water and guzzling it down. Trying to dilute what he tasted…
He set the empty bottle aside, covering his mouth with his hand, looking over at the little girl.
As much as Larten hated to admit, something about her blood...was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, and that was from just a small lick. He looked at the girl in intensed horror.
"What...are you?" he asked in a hushed, feared whisper.