An eternity of running and of chasing. Of seeking out and of being found. The curls of young girl bounced as she ran. She ran faster and faster never seeming to find a boundary of speed. Her eyes caught a glimmer of moonlight and gave back to the moon an icy shimmer holding the innocence of her age tainted by the evil of her true being. Her soundless steps did not echo through the woods for there was no sound to do so. Her breath did not mingle with the air outside of her lungs for there was no breath to do so. Her beating heart did not race as she did through the trees and leaves for there was no beating heart to do so. Before long her small feet left the ground as she leapedlike a cat pouncing on its chosen prey. Her tiny hands felt the warmth of his neck and her little arms held his at his sides. He was completely immobilized. An adolescent boy—seventeen years old—immobilized by a six year old girl. He struggled and squirmed but she could not be thrown. He saw between her full red lips the shine of two razor sharp fangs. He watched in fear as her small mouth and her rounded jaw, still holding onto the baby fat of her infant years, stretched until the bones of her cheek seemed to detach from the rest of her skull. She gently placed her gaping mouth onto the crook of his neck. The intoxicating smell of adrenaline coursing through the bulging veins of his neck let her resist no longer. The initial sound of the puncture would remind one of the first bite of a peach and the blood ran down her dainty chin like the nectar of the delicious fruit. She indulged herself in her struggling prey. His squirming subsided and a final breath escaped his lips in the shape of his last words.

     “Andrea, my little sister.”

     As she drank the last drop, she whispered,

     “I am no longer your sister.”

     His lifeless body fell to the ground and not a drop of blood was spilt. She stood straight and glared at the moon as if she felt an anger that it would just sit and watch, silent and knowing of who she was now.

     The body would not be found by morning and neither would she for a hand reached from the shadows of the woods and she took it in her grasp.

     “Andrea, you will come with us. We are your new family and your are our new daughter. Be not afraid of the dark for it is your new home and you are its new holder.”

(I am retarded but oh well. It was kinda fun to write up real quick)