No reason to hide

[Wallachia]

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The young girl walked silently through the snow covered streets. There was a skip to her step as she moved through such familiar territory. Spending time with her friends she had been out and now as heading home before her curfew came into effect and she would find herself grounded.

A swift turn to the left took her into an alleyway that would act as a short cut to her home, through instead of being empty on this cold winter night, a figure was curled in upon its self, a large black cloak covering it and hiding it from view, acting as if the shadows themselves were devouring the figure.

Every being in her body told her to turn around and just hurry home, but her good heart would not allow her to let such a harmful night continue to cause pain to this poor being. She would take him home if she could, explain to her father and mother that this stranger needed their help, they could not turn him away and be rude like that.

She neared the figure, seeing that what she had thought was a cloak ended up being a jacket and long black hair. She could not tell what gender the being was, but by the build of the body, she discerned that it was more then likely male.

"Domnule, esti bine?" Her voice stirred the being and she watched as it raised his head. A gasp would have escaped her, if she had noticed the eyes glow a dark red before turning into a greenish yellow color, such strange eyes for someone to have. Her ears strained as she heard a deep voice speak, the wind seeming to wish to carry the very words away with it.

"Foame, am nevoie de hrană." As she heard these words the girl looked at him.

"Eşti suficient de puternic pentru a mers pe jos?" A shake of the head was all she got in return and she nodded her own head, not caring if her curfew was passed for helping this man. "Voi merge şi a lua ceva de mâncare. Voi fi înapoi." She spun around to leave but a hand with an iron grip had taken hold of her wrist, she turned her head back to look at the figure who had appeared so weak, how could his grip be so strong, so much so that it was hurting her.

"Nu am nevoie de sânge." His head suddenly shot up, eyes glowing red as his sharp fangs shown in the light of the moonlight. The girl tried to scream but he had stood up and his long arms had wrapped around her body, his coat engulfing her as he bit her neck, draining a bit of her blood.

The clock in the town square began to strike ten, and as the chimes of the hour continued on, the figure with the limp form of the young girl, moved through the town and back into the forest.

I can hear you cry
When your blood begins to flow

Dorianus stared down at the young girl laying upon the table before him. How her warm skin felt against his cold fingertips was etched into his mind. The warmth of the humans was something he found himself craving, feeling warmth that he only ever felt after having fed just recently.

His hand reached out to gently press itself against her cheek, feeling her smooth skin, that was only imperfect from the stitches that had been placed upon her lips. Though her lips were not sewn fully shut, the mouth was made smaller as the stitches closed in the corners. Different stitches could be seen upon the skin of her body through the white dress he had placed her in. His study of her had proven easier then normal, not killing the young woman, perhaps because she had willingly came to him, to help him. Most would have run from him and made him chase after this, but this girl had wished to help.

Aside from his mother, Dorianus had never been shown such kindness before. Most were afraid of him because of his appearance and perhaps this young girl would have been afraid if she had truly seen him, instead of when he was appearing to be so weak.

His hand moved from her cheek to gently run through her hair and when her eyes opened, Dorianus smiled softly down at her. She stared at him, confused about what was happening, but Dorianus spoke to her then.

"Nu fi speriat draga mea. Tu esti in siguranta, nu veti vedea nici un rău veni la tine, atâta timp cât tu stai de partea mea." His voice was mixed with a deep resonating sound that calmed the young girl almost instantly. Her eyes turned blank as she nodded her head, and Dorianus smiled softly as he moved back, helping her to sit up. He had needed a new servant for some time now, perhaps this young girl would prove to outlive all the others.


Translations:
1. Are you alright?
2. Hungry, I need food.
3. Are you strong enough to walk?
4. I'll go and get you some food. I'll be right back.
5. No, i need blood.
6. Don't be frightened my dear. You are safe, you will never see any harm come to you, as long as you stay by my side

I'll show you all the pleasures
There's so much we can do
Don't be afraid my darling
Let me be your guiding light
Don't be afraid my darling
There's no reason for you to hide

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