"Daddy, look at me!" A young girl shouted enthusiastically. She gained attention from her father, who turned around and grinned, watching his daughter slide down the slide at the playground. He stood at the edge and scooped his six year old daughter in his arms. A smile formed on his lips as his daughter started giggling. He gently put her down. "I see sweetie," he whispered. "Go play some more, I'll be right here."
Those were the last words that the young girl heard her father say.
She looked around the playground, wondering what other objects she could play with. "I already played on the bridge, the jungle gym, and the slide." she listed. Her eyes landed on a pair of swings. "There!" she pointed, running over to the swings and jumping in one of them. She started swinging on her own, but she wanted someone else to help push her so she can soar into the evening sky.
"Daddy?" she asked, ogling the playground and stopping her activity. The only sound that could be heard was the squeaking from the swing. "Daddy?" she called again. Although her bottom lip quivered, tears didn't emerge in her eyes. She looked to her left and looked to her right repeatedly until she saw a silhouette of a man and a woman. The girl walked even closer to the two dark figures. The man resembled her father, and the woman was devouring him.
"DADDY!" The girl scrambled towards her father, struggling with each step. Tears eventually flowed down her rosy cheeks; she wanted to save her father. She cried his name repeatedly until he fell onto the ground.
I'll be right here...
Those three words lingered in her mind once she approached him. "I'll be here too Daddy." She buried her face into his blood-stained chest as she squeezed his cold hand, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" A feminine voice hissed, putting her hand on the girl's shoulder. "You're my target too." The girl raced past the woman, exiting the playground.
Fangs. That woman has fangs.
"I'm not letting you get away from me you pesky little girl!" The girl ran faster, entering all sorts of obstacles that got in the way. She suddenly tripped on her untied shoelace and fell onto the pavement, hard. "Unh!" The girl squinted at the looming figure above her.
"You're my tasty dessert."
The girl winced once a hand was placed on her shoulder, gripping it tightly. She kicked and screamed, but she failed. The woman licked her lips, and her fangs inched closer to the girl's neck.
Whack.
The girl opened her eyes and saw another girl standing in front of her. She was about her age. However, the only thing that was different were her golden eyes.
They're the color of the woman's eyes...
The girl sat frozen, looking at the woman and the girl with golden eyes. "Thank you." She stood up with the girl's assistance. The other didn't reply, her cold gaze fixated on the other. "You're welcome," she replied, putting her arm against the lost girl's shoulder. "Can I take you home?" The girl stiffened at the offer.
Doesn't she have parents as well?
"No, my parents died." 'Gold Girl' replied. "So can I?" The girl shivered. "No thank you, I'll go to my aunt's house." Gold Girl was silent for a while, staring at the shaken girl. "Fine then, go home." Gold Girl walked down another path. However, the girl could hear her voice; she was freaking out both externally and internally.
See you later.
Once she got home, she cried in her aunt's arms. She hoped that all this madness was a dream. Unfortunately, it was all real, and it would affect her for the rest of her life.
