the deathly vampire

Jollily the child skimmed through the thousands of treats shelved and piled throughout Inbal’s Sweet Shop. With a mind-set whisked away from the many dangers of the her sister’s life, a vampire: being unacquainted in town, or any small village for that matter, had a possibility of harm—for just about any vampire r could be lurking, with knowledge of the tiny girl’s terror of blood. Yet she saw it as no issue, she was eight-years-old, and her in eyes she was grown up enough to do whatever I want on my own! However, the truth of the matter was that it wasn’t quite safe to be without a family member or friend. The little one had left the home, while left there alone with the dirty new babysitter, she demanded that the horrid creature keep its filthy little mouth shut about her leaving, to her parents, or else she would skin it and feed it to her knew kittens— Desdemona, Elvira, Morticia, and the man of the litter, Lucifer. Elizabeth had been spoiled enough, having found her way through a fit to have her parents purchase her a cat, Cassandra, in addition to a male Phantom, to which she knew would end up having kittens. The child, with throwing a yet another tantrum forced her mother to agree on keeping each and every kitten—the house elf could clean up after it. Prizing Elvira and Phantom as her two favorites—Lucifer came close running in with his father— so, with the little elf trembling in fear after the threat was thrown of telling mother and father that you were in their bedroom cleaning mother’s nightstand to which you know you are not supposed to go near! the thing swore to keep her small trip to town a secret. For she promised to just go to the candy shop and be back before mum came home.

On any normal basis Elizabeth Brooke would listen to her parents, become a little angel—on the case in front of her elder brother and sister, to thrown in a form of snide attitude. However, at times she could be the child of a vampire : an evil, bratty bitch, screaming with a voice shrill and ear piercing. As of the moment she reached forward grabbing a chocolate oeanut cluster, unfortunately due to her height, the child fell forward, causing few clusters to fall from the shelf. Instantly she jumped back in horror. Her eyes scanned the mess, while a bright fuchsia crept around her cheeks. With her mind racing against ideas of how to fix this, she grabbed the arm of a passing boy, of what seemed to be a sixth grader in her school s, and pushed him towards the mess. “Look what you did!” Words shot from her mouth in a raving horror. “You made a mess! You have no respect for this shop!” The little boy, older than Elizabeth but intimidated nonetheless, shook his head wildly, claming that he had not performed the act of creating the mess. “Don’t you dare lie about that. How childish are you?! You should be ashamed of yourself!” Brookers flipped her hair behind her shoulder with a quivering wrist. Quick on her feet, no doubt, but, left in an evanescent trauma of losing her footing.

She turned away, skipping to the section containing Bertie Botts Every Flavo[u]r Beans from the famous Potter novels. Fortunately each essence of bean had been sorted into different containers, yet some bags mixed of how they were supposed to be. “Chocolate, chocolate, where’s the chocolate…?” She bent forward, her eyes milling against the labels in search of chocolate flavoured, when the brilliant deception of sending her brother or sister a box of vomit candies fled through her mind, yet the child knew Trinity to be far too clever to fall for a trick such as that. She twisted her body around to look at more possibilities of flavours just at the moment a sinister, yet rather feminine voice played in her ears.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the youngest Tanner herself. What exactly are you doing here, alone, when times are so dark?”

“Chloe!” The young lass backed up against the wall of Bertie Botts, with her palms smacking into the plastic cases. “What are you doing here?” Yet as the treats spilt to the floors she sprang forward, nearly knocking into her aunt, who gave a small laugh, ran her hand down Elizabeth’s blonde hair. The little one pulled away, turning to view the mess, a second act of clumsiness in the same store. “Look what you made me—what you did! You’re going to get into so much trouble, you know.”

“Brookers, chill. You have much to learn, my dear.” Her slender hands entered her cloak’s pocket retrieving her wand, which she waved sending the beans back to their rightful places. “You shouldn’t be out here alone.”

“Shouldn’t you be, like, hiding or something, Chlo?” Elizabeth’s face has started back to the normal opalescent shade, as her back moved to stand erect. “I mean, it isn’t safe for you to be out here either…. How, how did you know I was here. Not to sound like a total bitch, but, you don’t seem to be the type to be skipping around through candy stores. That unless you secretly have a childish passion inside of you.” The pair, although words seemed at push to the edge, loved one another, being rather close in family. It was simply a trait of each to throw around sarcasm.

“I came because your father’s House maid told me you were here. I had come to your house to find your mummy.” She bent forward, at eye level of her niece. The girl made to protest yet Chloe went on. “Yes, I know, you told he thing to keep its mouth shut—to your parents. That little thing has quite a mind of its own and dares search for loopholes.”

“I’ll feed it to Phantom! The little as—“

“Where do you learn to speak like this? Certainly your mother is far too superior to speak with a tongue such as that.” Her eyebrows raised, attempting to decipher Brooke’s way of speech learned from.

“My brother. Duh.” Her head shook with a roll of her eyes as Chloe grabbed her wrist, leading her towards the door. “But I want candy! I came here to get something to eat and you try and take me away. No, no, no, noooooo!!!” She pulled back, twisted around as she fell to the floor in attempt to escape her aunt’s grip. “I came here to get something to eat!!!! I’m hungry, I want chocolate!!!!” She became free— her aunt spewing out a small phrase of the girl inheriting her mother’s tantrum—darting off to purchase candy, which she did and came back calmly to her aunt’s side.

“Are you quite finished?” With a nod of the young one, Chloe knew to continue. “Now, why don’t we get you home? Or since you’re here would you like to take a walk and maybe get some real food in for lunch—how did you get here by the way?

As the two left the shop, Elizabeth took a deep breath. “I took the T, yeah I know I’m not old enough but I know how and that’s all that matters. No fucking way I’ll get in trouble with the mum. They’re too busy with all the other shit of this war. But, yeah, some real food might be nice. Where to go?” She began to skip down the sidewalk, her aunt quickly following her.

“Well why don’t we—“ Interjection took its toll, as the woman caught a glance of her sister entering a bar. Liz paused as well, looking up, muttering a curse or two under her breath. “We might as well, Elizabeth, not only have I not seen your mother in quite a while but it’d be better off to send you back to her.” Protesting Elizabeth made to run, yet she was stopped by her aunt who simply picked her up, waltzing into the pub. “Well, lookie-here,” she mused. “Two Tanners in the same little town, on the same little day. Mother and daughter, how alike.” She moved closer to her sister, setting Elizabeth down. With months separating the visits of the siblings the feeling of seeing her youngest sister once again caused a warm fusion to rush through her stomach, making for a small hug. “How have you been Shani?”

“Mom,” Lizzie had started before Shani could go on. “Mother, Trinity let me out. She, um,” a lie? Needing a lie. “Has a boyfriend over and they’re… /doing it/.”

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