Time Between's NPC Journal (between_npc) wrote in time_between, @ 2009-04-15 01:08:00 |
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“Lo siento. Por favor no me le hagas daño a mi familia. Que es lo que quieres de nosotros? No hemos hecho nada malo.” The man was on his knees, he was pleading. He wanted for them to spare his family, it didn't matter. The pleas of the families that had fallen before he, had no affect. He wanted to know what we wanted, and to say that they had done nothing. His family was one of the last. They were hiding in the cellar of their small house. It hadn’t taken long for the children to find them. The family consisted of their own children, four, three girls and a boy. The girls were older, three past double digits and the third under the age of nine. The boy was only four. None above eleven though. They were all together in the corner of the room. She could hear the smaller of her children hissing and snapping behind her, but she wasn’t worried. They were younger, harder to control and would have to be destroyed. They had been useful, but they wouldn’t be now, at least not soon enough to be kept around. The youngest ones always had the best sense of finding humans that were alive. She always kept at least one or two on hand when she was decimating a village. With words to quickly to catch, she heard the children that were hissing behind, screech as the four that were being held at bay, were ripped apart and burned, the fire roaring quickly in the stuffy cellar. The fire licked at her back but she did not fear, moving to the side with her other young ones, she kept them in front of her, facing away from what was happening. No need to traumatize the little ones. The mortals in the cellar started at the ear piercing screams of pain and suffering and then the sickeningly sweet smell, then facing the carnage of the small children being ripped apart by her adult companion, they started to scream themselves. Horrified, sickened. They wanted to look away but couldn’t, their mother urging her children’s faces in to her bosom. She surveyed the family and then spoke quietly to them. “Tu Vives.” You Live. And with that, the four children in front of her, moved forward, one attacking the father, another the mother, drinking thirstily. Greedy little things. They'd drink so much they'd be sick. The mortal siblings clung to each other one of them crying unsure of what was happening to her parents, yelling for them. Her male companion spoke though, and the other two who were advancing on the siblings halted immediately. “Quédate con la major. Ella será útil..” His voice was soft. Keep the oldest. She’ll be useful. They nodded and with that, they sprang, screams from the mortal children of fear and agony, filling the air as both the adults stood by, looking on passively. |