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The voice was louder, signifying he was closer. The child let out a cry so fierce the rain almost stopped in place so that the man could hear. Footsteps became sloshing running stomps. The man’s feet slipping and sliding on the drenched forest floor; he stopped and glanced at the bundle making such a ruckus. He was in shock. He walked cautiously to the child making sure it wasn’t a trap.
-Who the,
The man had taken the infant into his arm cradling his head. He looked down and gasped. However he didn’t drop the child. The child looking back up at the man, smiling. A gentle greeting that he could do without speaking. Of course he didn’t have teeth, well not human teeth, but two little fangs, almost like needles poking out of the child’s gums. They angulated without the child’s approval, which in turn scared the man. This was a rare sight. An infant that only held the characteristics of pure vampire. No human trace was left to this child, all except his features.
He loomed over the child so he could get a good look at him, without the damn rain disturbing his eyes. He had taken his finger and gently moved strands of icy white hair from the child’s face. Green, emerald eyes twinkling back at him. Curiousity and Amazement was all that he could read in them. The white doll like skin glowing brightly when ever lightning decided to quickly show itself, making in its own, a statement.
In all this was a perfect being. As if he was chiseled from stone, in the artists image and had been given life through means of witchcraft or demon craft. Spells that made this stone being, whole. Vampires were said never to be able to give birth, at least not with two vampires mating and baring a child. It was said that vampires only gave birth to another every 2000 years, yet nobody was certain when vampires had been known.
Vampires were deadly, once you encountered one, you didn’t really have time to run. In all they were perfect, perfect for killing. Their look, smell, the way they spoke, and perhaps even their taste lured you in. Making them seem almost harmless, this in turn made it all the easier to drain you of your life. They had been hunted down the past few years. It was all in time that man would stick up for itself. Like the saying, a man that is pushed too far will in time begin to push back.
-So they put you out here to die little man? Let’s show them how wrong they were to do that. I’ll take you in; boy will my wife be happy.
The child let out a “coo” a sign to say it was fine with him. The child’s eyes went from blue to green. The rain had made his eyes shine, ensnaring any who gazed upon them. Forcing them into the grassy plains with the mild cool breeze blowing through their hair. Comforting, relaxing, never letting go. Having you lay down to take a nap, until the time for the first quiet sigh, a call of sleep conquering the body, grabbing you and taking you deep into the dark abyss never to resurface.
The man was an average build for a farmer. The lines on his face showed signs of his hardships and age. The tan face looking onward, never breaking gaze from the trail in front of him. The dark green eyes, that seemed pained yet, were hidden behind happiness that he was scared to show. The child pressed his face into the man’s chest taking in his scent. A sign of a trust and love. Giving the man the right to own him, as a son. A bond that is hardly broken, or flawed.
The scent was sweet, yet had an earthly tinge to it. The arms were like steel although soft like a feather. Sleep had caught up to the child, as if the exhaustion of being born had not fazed him. The relaxing arms of an unexplained being or sex taking you in and smothering you with its vast body, forcing the feeling of freedom. Before closing his eyes the child looked up at the man, past his auburn colored hair was the twilit sky. The rain had stopped, thunder silenced and clouds vanished. Mother Nature retreating from the battle she had with the child. Millions of twinkling little stars smiling down at the child.
With an exhausted sigh the child closed his eyes for the last time that night.