Their house was isolated yet exposed. Surrounded by Drearykus tree’s. They were tall and dark and had silver leaves that the woodland creatures would often collect in the winter before they went into hibernation. A million things raced through Scarlett’s mind. Liveria’s mental health, her mother dying, where her father was, the fact that somebody was out to get them. It was like she was an orphan again, she felt incomplete without parents. Like she didn’t belong anywhere. The only person she had left was Liveria. Her stepmother’s siblings hadn’t lived in Impala, her stepfather’s family they never spoke to.
She knew one person that would always be there for her, one person who would always be considered family to her, no matter what. Suddenly, she let go of Liveria as her eyes flashed to hers. “Let’s go,” Scarlett spoke, as more people began to approach the horrid scene of the house burning down.
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The night air was one with the dark sky, and it made Liveria quiver, as they walked up to the wooden door. Shoes were littered everywhere, and as were different types of plants and crystals. Her eyes were no longer wet with tears, the both of them were too numb. The scenes kept reenacting inside of their heads. It'd gotten to a point where it was either Scarlett quietly ignoring her feelings, or Liveria sobbing without stopping. Scarlett knocked on the door of the house that they’d approached.
After what seemed like five seconds, a brown-skinned woman dressed in a silk robe had answered the door. She widened her eyes in shock as she took in the blood on their hands, the bags on their backs, and the tears in their eyes. It was Morgen Drovanagus.
Her right hand covered her mouth. “Scarlett, Liveria?” Silas’s mother exclaimed, “Please, come inside.” She spoke, as she directed the two of them inside of the house.
The woman held a firm expression and knitted her eyebrows together, and gazed at them with folded arms. Her hair was a deep red, which curved at the ends and engulfed her chin.
They both took a seat on the dark plush couch that sat in the center of the living room. She lit two torches and put them on the walls, as it lit up the entire room in an orange glow. She’d left for a moment, but when she came back there were blankets in her arms, with a confused Silas which followed behind. His hair was ruffled and his eyes flashed from both Scarlett to Liveria. His lips parted. His father and Silas’s two brother’s followed up behind him, with the same expression.
Scarlett forced a smile, Liveria’s face not allowing her to. There was trauma in her glass eyes. She was silent. Her sister nodded her head to Silas’s mother, her smile faded. “Thank you, Mrs. Drovanagus.” Scarlett spoke, and then looked to his father “Mr. Drovanigus.” Silas rushed to her side, his eyes focused on her. His hair was tousled and eyes wild as his eyes scanned Scarlett’s, as he froze, and stared at her with wide eyes. Even when Scarlett was drenched in blood, with cuts slowly healing themselves littered all over her body, there was beauty in her existence. How, the curls of her hair fell loosely over her eyelashes and light grey eyes.
The little Vampric boy rubbed his eyes, “Mama, are they dying?” He whined, as he held close to him a stuffed animal. Silas’s father picked him up lovingly. He wore a dark grey long-sleeved shirt that crossed at the front, and black pants. Silas looked more like his father than his mother. They both had a lean but muscular frame, with full lips and dark eyes. “Shush, Tobias. Go back to your room.” He told his younger children, “You and your brother.” He lectured, when he rubbed his beard.
The older little boy dropped his shoulders, and tucked his head inwards.“You’re kidding? Silas gets to see everything! Not fair.” He complained. “This is like the climax to one giant game and we can’t see how it ends?” He rubbed his tired eyes. The boy hadn’t slept in five days which was too little of a time for Vampric children. Adult Vampric creatures could last ages without sleep; children were a completely different story. Vampric bodies stopped aging after fifty years. “I want in.” The boy said, with crossed arms.
Morgen set her hands on her hips, with a complicated expression. She couldn’t take her eyes away from the blood that soaked both Scarlett and Liveria’s clothes. “Tobias, Greyson. You both have conservatory tomorrow. Bed, now.” She spoke, as she tied the coils that was her hair into a high bun, as she glared at her two children. “Your mother’s right.” Her husband chimed in.
Greyson pouted. “I never get to see anything cool, this blows.” He mumbled. “Come on, Toby.” The little boy said to his smaller brother as he turned his back from the intense scene of a bloody Scarlett and Liveria.
“Hey, it’ll be okay.” A familiar voice spoke.
Somehow, she knew that it wouldn’t. Silas wiped blood from her cheek and examined the black on her hands. She didn’t say anything, and he didn’t understand, but he hugged her. She leaned into his chest, as her body shook with fear. She couldn’t stop the tears that fled from her eyes, she could not stop the trembling of her
