Newlings
By: Kate MacDonald-Dunbar
Fog muffles sounds, encloses me in a bubble of grey, A musty bubble, which robs me of all sense of direction. The gas lamps on the street seem very far apart tonight.
With no carriages for hire, walking is now the only option. I hear footsteps behind me. Keeping time with mine. I slow, so do they, I walk faster, they speed up as well. I take a knife from my pocket, stop suddenly and turn, to see a young girl, no threat here as far as I can tell. “Are you lost?” I ask, trying not to alarm her, or make her run.
Yes, this fog is so thick. I’m sure I passed my road ages ago.”
“Come with me, I’ll take you home,” I say in an avuncular tone.
“How can you? I haven’t said where I live,” says the clever girl. Suddenly, she leaps on me, I feel fangs ripping my throat. I shake her off easily, hold her at arm’s length till I can speak.
“Desist, I’m a vampire too. Why is your maker not with you?”
“I may have sent him to the final death, I got carried away.”
Ah, a Newling, I should have known, who else would wander enveloped in this dank fog, that cloaks us from human’s sight? Still, I cannot allow her to continue the killing spree she is on.
“You must stop now, come, there is always tomorrow night.”
“How do I know you are what you say you are.”
Yes, she will need to be watched for a while, I can tell she will be trouble until she's taught our ways. I took the quickest way to show her who I was. When she saw my real vampiric face, I could see she was convinced.
“Yes Sir, I see you speak only the truth, let us go home now,” she gasped.
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