“ARE you lost, little one?” Asked the young, good looking woman to the nine year-old girl who happened to have lost her way out of that dark, eerie forest. The blonde hair woman had a very beautiful, snow-white face and lips as red as fresh blood. She was so slim and gorgeously sexy; no man on earth would ever hesitate to touch her stunning, pale skin.
The child halted and shifted her gaze to the perfect-looking. For a young girl like her, whose face is just as ordinary as any other child, envy was just a normal feeling. However, on her hazel eyes, there was no readable expression that would simply reflect her thoughts toward the stranger who stood a few feet away from her.
“You’re alone?” the woman asked again.
The girl just nodded, her eyes fixed to hers.
“Do you want ‘big sister’ to take you to your home?”
She nodded again and raised her right hand.
The woman stared at the little girl and flashed a sweet and kind-looking smile as she slowly moved to touch the offered hand.” Such a sweet chi—”
“If I were you, I wouldn’t dare touch the child.” A cold male voice interrupted.
The woman turned around and instantly fixed her eyes to the figure who was sitting on one of the branches of the large oak tree nearby.” Who are you?”
“This the first time somebody from my kind asked for my name.” he said. The child wasn’t sure but she thought she saw him smirked. “I guess you’re not from my tribe.” He continued.
The woman’s brows furrowed. “Another vampire, huh? I didn’t know I have companions in this kind of town. I thought I was the only one.” She smirked. "And you came here to steal my prey?”
“Steal your prey?” he laughed. The child felt herself shivered. The man stopped from laughing after noticing her small movement. “I’m sorry.” He said as he looked straight into the child’s eyes. His voice was low and soft. “I didn’t mean to give you a fright.” He sounded concern.
The young girl wasn’t sure if her ears were just deceiving her. Then the man turned his eyes to the woman whose back was facing her. “You better get yourself out of here, if you still want to live.” His voice turned back into a cold and threatening one.
The woman smiled at him. “Only after I’ve got a taste on her.” She said and turned to the small girl to suck her blood. It happened so fast. The child didn’t even know if she was seeing it right. The moment her cold hands touched the child’s warm skin, the woman suddenly went ablaze.
“NNNOOOOOO!!!!!!” screamed the woman in terror and ran wildly into the deep forest.
The angry fire that enveloped her was reflected into the eyes of the young girl. She was stunned and dread was starting to scatter in her body. Though the woman was already out of sight, the child knew that she was already killed or might already have turned into ashes.
A few seconds later, the man who sat on a branch of the old tree, suddenly materialized in front of her. Now that he was near, the child could see that he got a very untidy (which is not normal if he is a vampire), black hair. He was as pale as the woman awhile ago, his eyes were green and stunningly beautiful and lips as red as a rose. He seemed to be on twenty’s. But the child knew that if he was a vampire, he could be older than that.
“I’m sorry.” His eyes looked solemn and concern; and voice as sweet, as low and as soft as awhile ago. “I shouldn’t have let you see that kind of thing.” He was referring to the fire that materialized right after the moment the woman had touched her. He took off his black cape he was wearing and placed it on her without making a physical contact.
She wondered if he will also burn himself if he touches her just like the first vampire. “What’s your name?” she asked him.
He flashed a gentle, kind smile as he stared straight into her eyes. This time, she was perfectly sure that it was genuine, unlike the woman awhile ago. “If I give you my name, will you accept my offer to take you to your home?”
She nodded and raised her hand on the air. The man pulled out a handkerchief and offered it to the girl. The child took the other end and they set off, with a piece of cloth between them.
“You still haven’t told me your name.” said the girl as they headed toward her house.
“The name is Vladimir de Rue.” He replied, his eyes fixed on the road.
“Mr. Vladimir…”she called.
“You can’t touch me because I’m still young, right?” It was already clear to the child about the future that awaits her.
“Aye.” He said calmly.
“When I grow up, are you also going to kill me?”
“Nay.” His answer was definite.
She halted and Vladimir looked down on her. “Why is that?” she looked confused.
Vladimir knelt in front of her, still clutching the other hand of the handkerchief. “No, I won’t ever do that. But I’m afraid, whether you like it or not, even though you already have someone…I’ll make sure that you will be mine.”
Was it a threat? She wasn’t sure. He didn’t look frightening to her. It seemed to her that he was the safest person on earth that she could be with.
No. It wasn’t a threat.
It seemed to be like— a promise.