You took steps back with my little sister in my arms. She was a human girl probably 6 and you looked like a vampire clearly a newborn from the smell. So it was shocking that you didn't drain the child in my arms.

Stay... Stay away! You stuttered holding my sister closer. It was both a stutter of fear and the thirst. You were starving yet you still refused to kill the child I held so tightly.

A boy who looked about 13 or 14. But from how he dressed you had to guess centuries old, walked up to you, with a calm expression.

Shh. Calm down, he told me in a soothing voice. He then used a gift that left you unable to see, feel, or here. You couldn't feel my sister but you still didn't move my arms in hopes she was still there.

Unknowingly to you one of the vampires picked up your sister and asked why she was with you. She explained your guy's dead parents. The attack. How you were turned while trying to protect her. How we were just trying to find a place to hide. Somewhere safe.