• Michael, staring at the girl with the bright red pigtails, felt a small growl grow in the back of his throat. Yes, oh, yes, this girl was perfect. Master wanted her blood so bad, it made Michael cringe in pain from the longing. Her hair swished at her shoulders. It was impossible to think that she was older than seven, because of the innocence that she seemed to bleed with. It shamed Michael to have to take her out of her happiness. But what Master wants, Master gets.

    Ava licked her lips, staring into her new telescope as her parents huddled together in the comfort of a navy blanket. She bent over, looking at her constellations book, searching for the fall/ winter months. Grinning, Ava stood up again, zipped her wind breaker, and giggled slightly as she watched the sky in fascination. She was unaware of the gray eyes that were glaring at her from behind the bushes.