Humans were of little consequence to the world, but he thought differently. He's watched how humanity has evolved into both beings of creation and destruction. Disgusted by how the pure can be stained so quickly, and fascinated by the broken putting its pieces back together.
He never bothered changing this ongoing cycle. He didn't want any part of it. He was simply a lone spectator whose involvement with humans were minimized.
So, how did a three year old orphan capture his attention? She asked a question.
"Why did you bite her neck?" such an odd question from such a small voice. it would've been considered as such, if it weren't for his lips releasing its tight hold on an unconscious lady. licking his bloodstained lips, he smiles at the little girl wearing such ragged clothes, barefoot in an alleyway in the middle of the night.
"its best not to know. its not for young girls to learn at such a young age." this disturbance was quite an annoyance. he was already running the gears in his head as to whether he should keep her alive or let her die. From the looks of it, she mustve been a child of the neglectful orphanage beside the alleyway. Neglectful wasn't really the right term. it was the orphanage where unwanted children was expected to die.
He was never fond of this method humans chose. preferrably, poison would've been better; an easier and much efficient way of execution. while lost in his thoughts, he didnt notice clear blue eyes peek at the lady behind him. she blinked and stared as she watches the lady breath in and out, quietly sleeping on the cold, unforgiving ground.
sharp brown eyes glanced at the little girl, looking unfazed from what she saw. is it because of her innocence? because she's so young? he sighed under his breath in frustration, should he kill or not? its not like he wants to kill. he'd rather not meddle with the such short lifespans.
"did you drink her blood?" clear blue eyes now directly staring at auburn orbs. suprised, he answered honestly.
"i did..." that was a stupid move but he couldnt take it back now. her next move will determine his actions. she frowns at him.
"why would you? blood tastes rusty" she made such an awful expression to show her disgust that he couldnt help but laugh.
"And where did you learn that?"
"i tasted mine when the mister there hit me before" she pointed to the orphanage. laughter was cut short, and a scowl became visible.
"why did he hit you?"
"i was looking for home."
"is that not your home?"
"no" she shook her head too much just to put emphasis. "jackson said home is warm and where you're always full."
"who is this jackson?"
"he was my friend there. but he's gone now. he went to sleep."
"sleep?"
"yeah, but unlike that lady" she peeked at the woman still unconscious behind him. she watched her stomach go up and down "jackson's tummy doesnt move"
its easy enough to know what had happened. how it did happen should not be inquired any further. he began to wonder, how such a curious little girl be forsaken to such a ghastly place.
without even interfering in human affairs, she might very well be dead in just a few days. given her sunken cheek, disheveled hair, and all the bruises visible from the holes of her long sleeved dress, or oversized shirt.
"why were you out so late at night?" he believed he knew the answer "were you looking for home?"
"yes..." her reply was faint, the nochalant way she replied before had gone and right then and there, she showed her true emotions. she cried, her hand clutching the hem of her clothes, her teeth biting her lower lip so tight to hinder the sound of whimpers, and her eyes...her clear blue eyes turned hazy while tears began to cloud her vision.
this child was neither ignorant nor innocent. she's seen the cruelty this world had to offer in such a tender age and yet, even before the dreaded question was asked, she held her head high and showed no fear but only curiosity to a creature many feared would go bump in the night. he couldnt help himself.
"would you like to go home?"
she flinches and as quickly as she can, she wipes her tears away. "you know where home is? is it warm? will i be full?"
her tears just smeared the dirt already present on her face. he smiles as he reaches out to her with his gloved hand. His intention was to wipe the dirt off, but instead, he manages to stain her cheeks with blood he had forgotten to clean, he freezes up.
the moment she smells the scent of blood, instead of feeling a sense of dread, she crunches up her nose as high as she could, making a funny face enough to make him smile.
"rusty" she mutters. he apologizes and removes his glove and uses his hand to wipe it off. the moment he touches her cheek, her hazy eyes turned clear and soft. she smiles.
"what's the matter?" he was wondering if he had done something wrong. her small hand slowly touched his hand as she pressed it deeper to her cheeks. "its warm."
He doesnt know whats gotten into him, but he began to move without a second thought. he stands up and turned his hand to hers.
"shall we go?"
"home?" she asks, hopeful.
"home." her hands weakly grips his hand. before he could even move, she asks another question.
"you wont lie?" he stares at her and slowly begins to see a shred of doubt in her eyes. He didnt expect that she would question his intentions. it seems she was aware of the risk of allowing a stranger who she had seen drink blood, of all things, take her to 'home'.
"why would you think i would lie?"
"because others did" whatever she meant by that, he doesnt wish to force out of her. but she was willing to go, she had nothing to lose at this point. just that thought, got him wondering. against his wishes to never involve himself in their problems, could by chance, interfering with this little girl's face thats been obviously laid out do any good?
she was a porcelain doll filled with cracks but yet to be comoletely broken. will he be able to fix it? like how the people would put gold in every crack and make it much more beautiful than it was before it was broken?
it was a life deemed insignificant by her own kind. what was the harm? he held her hand tightly and reassuringly tells her "i wont lie"
with a deep breath, she began to walk with him out of the alleyway. before they were out of sight though, she glances to the still unconscious lady and muttered a goodbye. this amuses him greatly.
"child, do you have a name?"
"jackson gave me one. before he went to sleep"
" and what would it be?"
"Sarah"
"Thats a nice name. Well then Sarah, I'm Ansel."
*this will be the end of the prologue. hope you liked it!*
