" we're surrounded by those who would like to see us dead. " (Lucy Westenra)

A GENTLE HAND RAISES TO THE WOMAN'S FACE . now ever so pallid & frail . her lips , dyed a ghastly red . and ever would she become sleepless . how easily it was to ruin something beautiful . and how deeply vandal craved such corruption , especially in the innocent . the woman's eyes hold his , shot with blood & a deep crimson . tired . the fledgling seems so tired . even her words almost fly as vague whisps past his ears .

" are you ... worried those prior friends of yours would kill you now , my darling lucy ? " and he cups her jaw in his palm . " that everything they'd ever promised you was all for nothing ? ------ fret not . you shall be safe here , with me . safer than even with your so-called family . there is plenty of food for you ... & the brides always enjoy some new company . "

" now , rest a while , my dear . the morning has nearly arrived . you will need your strength , for whatever may come . " he rises to leave , the door falling closed behind him .

@playedbetter , lucy .