Trinkets Of Conviction

           The smell of blood stung his nose, with a daggering scent follwing afterwards. He knew what it was, from only miles away. He drew his long, narrow cape over what was left of his body, his face left motionless. The thirst. He thought. His thirst level was incrediculously draining. Never fully satisfied. He cocked his head at the small fragment of movement he had spotted through the trees.

         A sour cry escaped the diminutive opening in the bushes that hid the unknown to the tangible cries. The man was more than a human. (definatley NOT a human.) "Come out, child." He tuned his voice to a more fragile texture. He knew for a fact, that every organism (even the unknown), had a soft source. A new cry filled the air. Different, yet simillar, to the previous one, displayed only minutes before.

       The cries morphed to a terrible whimper. As the man grew inaudibly closer to the direct area of the yelps, there was a new rustling in the air. "I won't hurt you." The man was stunned. He was unaware of how trustworthy he had truly sounded. So beautiful, it was sourly, rotten. A pebble shot from the opening, to his suprise. He gaped in terror, once again, stunned. A horrid, untidy voice, began a deep laughter. The man wasn't scared..

       As he crept forward, a tree blotted out the opening where the noises had taken place. "Promise?" A small childlike voice was trembing. Her face peered out from the willowing shrubs. Her dark curls fell breathlessly onto her shoulders. Her eyes met his. Black. "I will not hurt you." The man replied, his voice was hoarse. She smiled, a brilliant smile. She appeared at the age of ten. A truly beautiful child. The thirst. He body ached, longing for her blood. He knew that that small child had exactly what he needed. "I... will not... hurt you..." He took a cautious step towards the girl, offering his hand. He was arguing with himself as he done this.

        He then, realized that he could no longer hold. He stared down blankly, noticing the beautiful child had scraped her leg on the rosebush beside her. His eyes glued onto the drop of blood that trickled down her leg, miraculously. "Ouch!" She peered down at her leg, then at him, with curious eyes. "I know what you are.." She took in a deep breath, already predicting her fate. "My father was once like you..."