“Aren’t you a little, pretty lost girl without a mommy to help you?”
The high-pitched voice piped. Seth Nightlord was a petite young girl bearing a pixie like appearance and a disappointed, lopsided smile. Her clothing wasn’t warm for the winter time, a short coat, short pants and a tank top of mismatched colors. Green, white, black. She skipped in direction of the curtains with a book on hand, a eugenesis debate volume with a pretentious long name. She stopped in front of one of the windows. Halt and spun.
“Eating raw is bad for everybody’s health. You don’t know where she has been to. Your mommy wouldn’t like you to eat from there,” she chided affectionately. Vampires here, none of her Children, none of the sophisticate manners and the rules she had written for them. Still knowing this, Seth felt a maternal streak for some of the other species. Even though they were corpses and clinically dead in her eyes. “You should take tea instead. Good tea.”