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?'s POV

I smirked as I ran through the forest effortlessly, not caring once as the rain matted my spikey blond hair down to my forehead. Sometimes being an immortal had its perks; I could run fast enough so no one could see me, hear and see from 20 miles away, and probably lift 5 whales if I had to.

But it also had its downsides, like my hunger for blood, and being immortal… my thoughts wandered as I ran. Immortal… 145 years of outliving my friends… outliving my family… and never looking a day older than 18 all the time.

I sighed, I'll never be able to see her again… the only one who made my cold heart warm once more… I stopped running and closed my eyes for a second to imagine what she would do right now. Silver white hair, perfect and sweet personality and body, she would have soaked jeans and a blue t-shirt. She would say, "Sting, why are we running and getting SOAKED in the forest?" then she would laugh and run ahead of me.

I smiled at the memory, my unused muscles ached as I used them. My vision disappeared as the smell of smoke hit my nose. A fire? In the forest?

I started running towards the smell, someone must be in trouble. I might not be batman but I can save a few people thanks to my speed and strength. I could hear and feel the heat of the flames now, I stopped when I entered a grassy clearing and was baffled at what I saw.

A two story house was on fire, their were no screams as the fire raged on, not bothered by the rain at all. As I started to walk towards the house I heard a sniff come from across the clearing. Must be the person who set fire to the house, or it could be a survivor.

I ran along the tree line, making sure to keep out of sight from whoever was here. I jumped over a log and came face to face with a small blond child. We both stared at each other, both of us too shocked and scared to ask the first question.

Finally she asked the question I couldn't say, "W-w-who are you?" she whispered, her brown eyes wide and filled with terror. This must be her house. I thought as I looked around, But where are her parents?

As if reading my mind, she started crying and stuttered between sobs: "M-m-my mother told me t-t-to climb out of the window w-when dad came up and just s-s-started at me."

Her parents must be in the house still then. I sighed because I already knew how this was going to end thanks to my soft heart. I kneeled so I was eye level with her, "What's your name?" I whispered.

"L-Lucy H-Heartfilia." She sniffed, her tears completely hidden from the rain. Then I said what I knew I was going to say. "Well, Lucy, how about I take care of you? I have a warm home, an awesome roommate, and I have a kitty who loves company." Usually most kids would say no, but Lucy looked at her house and then stared into my eyes.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally wiped her dry eyes and held my hand. "OK." She said, her voice full of happiness and excitement. What have I done…

-The present-

I sighed as I heard a bump above my room. She must be dreaming of that night again, I thought and got out of bed. I pulled on some baggy pants and walked past my roommates, Rogue's, door. I stretched my arms a little as I made my way to my adopted daughter's door.

I opened the door and looked at the bed, it moved as Lucy slept and dreamed. Hopefully a happier dream then the one she's been having a lot. I sighed and sat down at the edge of her bed to watch her for a little bit.

Every year she gets older and older, never questioning why me and Rogue don't age or grow grey hairs. I smiled and moved one of her long blond strands of hair from her cheek. A meow came from behind me as my red cat, Lector, and Rogue's green spotted cat, Frosch, walked into the room.

They both jumped up, curled up around Lucy, and purred as they got comfortable and slept. My thoughts wandered to when I first brought Lucy here as I stared t her and our cats sleeping forms…

-9 years ago-

I felt slow as I walked through the forest, Lucy was on my back and barely keeping her eyes open as we inched our way through the underbrush. The forest never felt so big when I was running at full speed, but at a humans pace? It seemed never ending.

I felt Lucy rest her head on my back as she fell asleep, causing me to hold her against my chest to keep her from falling. Finally able to run, I checked to make sure she was asleep before running full speed through the forest and stopped at another clearing.

I stopped and stared at the house. We're going to have to hide the blood bags from her, and get her a bed so she doesn't sleep on the couch every night. I walked up to the two story house and started to notice the little things I always miss when I'm running through. Like the way the wood is different shades of brown depending on how much water runs down the sides, and how Rogue did his roof job perfectly, making sure there weren't any holes at all for water to leak through.

I stepped on the welcome mat and opened the door with one hand, using my whole left arm to support the sleeping child in my arms. As I closed the door I leaned my head to the side to avoid the knife that was thrown at it.

I smirked and turned around to see my only brother, lying on the couch while twirling a knife in his hand. I tsked, "Rogue, are you going to greet me like that every time I come home?" I whispered, not bothering to repeat myself because he could hear me.

He smiled, "Well what if it was a human looking to rob us? He would have robbed us of all the money we have." He got up and moved to the back of the couch as I gently laid Lucy on the couch and covered her with the black blanket we left here for laughs sake; sense we don't feel any cold.

"You found a human? And you brought her here?" He whisper yelled at me as I sat in my leather chair and watched her sleep.

"There was another house in the forest that we've never found for some reason. It was burning down and I found her crying." I whispered back, watching as our cats sniffed curiously at the new person in the house.

Rogue looked at the girl, then at me. "Did she have that book when you were carrying her?" he asked, staring at the boxy object near her chest.

"Book? What book?" I asked, then gently pulled the blanket down to look at what she was holding. My eyes widened as they landed on the same book we have in our library, The Vampire and the Hunter, a story about the first vampires and hunters.

Rogue looked at me, and when I shook my head he got up and walked to the stairs leading to the rooms. He turned and whistled, "Come on, Frosch, time for bed." But his kitten just looked at him and jumped alongside Lector to curl up and sleep beside Lucy.

Rogue and I watched with amazement. Usually they would hide whenever another vampire came over to give them their monthly shipment of blood bags and tablets that would last two months but were only for emergencies, but to see them already be attached to her meant they liked her and they want her to stay.

Rogue looked from me to Lucy, then me, then Lucy. "Fine, she can stay. But tonight we have to move all the blood bags to our room fridges if we don't want her to know what we are." I nodded and headed to the fridge.

That night we removed all the bags and successfully removed them to our own rooms, splitting them half and half so we wouldn't have to go to one abounded room for food. After that, we gave Lucy her own room, set up some furnisher, and started learning how to cook (mostly Rogue because he was better at this). We started eating human meals and blood meals every day to keep Lucy in the dark about our secret.

-Back to the present-

The door squeaked and I looked over to see Rogue leaning on the door frame, his black hair was in a low pony tail that loosely hung down his back.

"So, what should we do? Tomorrow she'll start high school and probably meet others like us, or others in general." He whispered.

I sighed and looked at Lucy's face again; she looked so peaceful when she was dreaming. I shook my head, "Well she'll find out sooner or later you know, it's only a matter of time before she sees something and we're forced to reveal it for her safety."

Rogue looked at Lucy and smiled. "Maybe we should tell her on her birthday, it is in a week you know." He said and turned around to head to his room. Maybe we should… I thought as I closed her door and walked to her room in silence.

I shut my door and grabbed a cold blood bag from my fridge in the corner, then bit into it as my fangs appeared and tore through the plastic wrapping. My eyes glowed a blood rose red as I drank more; I felt a little stream of blood trail down my chin as I drank the last drop and wiped my mouth.

If I had to descried what blood was like when you drank it, I would say, how does milk or water feel like when you drink it? The only difference is that I drink it from my fangs not my mouth. I caught a look at myself in the mirror as I walked to my black bed.

Red eyes, fangs out, wild white/ blond hair and a smeared blood trail on my chin. I look like a monster. I laughed at myself. Would I ever think this life was normal?

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