yeah Leapord's is original... most of these have to do with a Big Bad Evil Guy having a sweetheart... lol including mine.
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Count Rafael de Magpyr grinned evilly as he watched the progress of the Food from his window. Ah, the perfect rows of pitiful little humans lining up to be drained of their blood... and the shivering demons who had to drain it in this weather.
Snow! It was beautiful. Rafael sighed as he watched the snowflakes come down. Anyone who saw his smile right at that second would see that we had a fancy for snow.
They'd be wrong. The reason he was smiling his beautiful angelic smile was because he was so happy to be inside and out of the cold, while everyone else in the castle was OUTSIDE of the castle, all working at his bidding. Beautiful.
As his dark eyes skimmed over the whitening landscape, he caught sight of a little girl staggering towards his door. That's disgusting, he thought, someone get her back in line! Though his hand lifted a few inches, about to ring for Igor, it dropped again. She wasn't part of the lines, she was just a random little girl in a white dress, almost crawling on hands and knees towards his door.
He could not see her face, shrouded by the snow and the halo of red-brown hair that swept across it. There was something about that hair, that little figure, that touched a chord in his brain... all of a sudden, memories of the little girl he had lost to disease came swooping in like a cloud of bats, attacking his consiousness and refusing to go away. Flashes of a sweet face with blue eyes and red-brown hair...
No, no, she's just a stupid little girl. Food. Arlaine was a vampire just like her father, this little girl is human... The child had reached the door, but made no move to enter. She just curled up against the strong wooden door, curled up in that little pocket out of the wind.
Rafael shook his head. No... What does she mean to me? Nothing. He closed his eyes, but he couldn't erase the image of the little girl struggling through the thickening snow, superimposed over the memory of his daughter....
What is this life? There will be other lives... other little girls... there's nothing important about her... She is but one, and there are many more...
There's no way in life that each child can be saved...
Should I be looking with regret at every grave?
He ran down the stairs, through the tapestry, across the hall, and unbarred the door... it took him a minute, because he'd never undone the door himself. Finally he got it open, and swung it inwards.
There she was, looking innocent, peaceful... and about an inch from life. He sighed, scooped her up in his arms, and carried her inside, placing her on the soft rug next to the warm fire.
"There. You're safe now."



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