Anya sobbed and sniffled for a few more minutes. That was another reason she loved her papa- he could always make her feel better. It was just a dream. Papa wasn't going to leave her. He was too strong for Anya to drink too much.
And then Anya nodded, her face still stained with tears.
"Would you cuddle me to sleep, papa? And... sing me a pretty song to help me along? I think maybe if I sleep like that, I won't have any more bad dreams."
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Anya nodded fiercely as she sobbed into her father's chest.
"It was a really bad dream," she choked, "I w-was surrounded by people! They weren't moving, I think... it was me! And you too papa! You weren't moving too, and you were so cold! Cold like me! I drank too much, I think, and you weren't moving!"
She stopped talking and began crying again for a few seconds before continuing.
"And I was alone, papa! You were gone, and mama was still gone, and I didn't have anyone! Please don't leave me, papa! I promise I'll get better, so please don't leave!"
"It was a really bad dream," she choked, "I w-was surrounded by people! They weren't moving, I think... it was me! And you too papa! You weren't moving too, and you were so cold! Cold like me! I drank too much, I think, and you weren't moving!"
She stopped talking and began crying again for a few seconds before continuing.
"And I was alone, papa! You were gone, and mama was still gone, and I didn't have anyone! Please don't leave me, papa! I promise I'll get better, so please don't leave!"
A mass of glassy, chitinous wings. Long, hairy, segmented legs. A detached proboscis, blood leaking from the horrid tube.
Blood. That's right, there was blood too. Coming out of the burst thorax and spilling out onto the deathly pale floor of skin. Nobody mourned for the death of this thing; this disgusting little parasite that flew from human to human spreading only death and pestilence.
Anya flicked the wretched corpse off of her cold, demonic skin. It landed near the other corpses, human ones. Anya was a parasite too, but she was above the lowly insects. She was superior to the bugs and the humans alike.
But she would end up like the mosquito none the less. Unmourned in death, and unloved in life. She felt cold.
"Papa, you still love your little girl right? You'll still embrace me? Mama's been gone so long, but you're still here. You'll always be here."
Anya knelt down and hugged the armored corpse tight. Like the others, he was also pale and drained of life. James's face was permanently contorted into an expression of pain and betrayal.
"Papa? Why are you so cold? I didn't take too much, did I? Papa?"
Anya began shivering, and tears crept down her cheek. Cold tears.
"...Papa?"
Anya woke up in a panic, and scrambled around in the bed. She looked around frantically until her eyes found her papa, and she watched him fearfully for a few seconds. He was alive, right? Of course he was alive. He was the toughest. He would never die. He would never leave her.
He would never leave her, right? Even though she thought the same about her mama. Anya began bawling uncontrollably and desperately tried to shake her papa awake.
Blood. That's right, there was blood too. Coming out of the burst thorax and spilling out onto the deathly pale floor of skin. Nobody mourned for the death of this thing; this disgusting little parasite that flew from human to human spreading only death and pestilence.
Anya flicked the wretched corpse off of her cold, demonic skin. It landed near the other corpses, human ones. Anya was a parasite too, but she was above the lowly insects. She was superior to the bugs and the humans alike.
But she would end up like the mosquito none the less. Unmourned in death, and unloved in life. She felt cold.
"Papa, you still love your little girl right? You'll still embrace me? Mama's been gone so long, but you're still here. You'll always be here."
Anya knelt down and hugged the armored corpse tight. Like the others, he was also pale and drained of life. James's face was permanently contorted into an expression of pain and betrayal.
"Papa? Why are you so cold? I didn't take too much, did I? Papa?"
Anya began shivering, and tears crept down her cheek. Cold tears.
"...Papa?"
Anya woke up in a panic, and scrambled around in the bed. She looked around frantically until her eyes found her papa, and she watched him fearfully for a few seconds. He was alive, right? Of course he was alive. He was the toughest. He would never die. He would never leave her.
He would never leave her, right? Even though she thought the same about her mama. Anya began bawling uncontrollably and desperately tried to shake her papa awake.
Anya turned to her father as he re-entered the room. That fight didn't seem to take very long, but they never really did. Anya's papa was really good at fighting. Right after James collapsed onto the bed, Anya scrambled to put her small, cold arms around her beloved papa.
"Yeah... another busy day," replied Anya, holding her papa tight, "But this town has giant talking squirrels, so it probably has something like a vampire cure. I bet we can get me better really soon."
"Yeah... another busy day," replied Anya, holding her papa tight, "But this town has giant talking squirrels, so it probably has something like a vampire cure. I bet we can get me better really soon."
Anya didn't know what her papa meant by 'getting a large meal', but she was always thankful for the food and looked forward to something big. Her papa's blood was really good, but lately she had started craving more. Probably because she was a growing girl.
Papa tugged his arm away, however, when they heard a loud noise. Anya was still a little hungry, but if someone was in danger that was more important. Besides, she could control herself. It was enough for the night.
"OK, papa," replied Anya. For some reason, her papa had to fight monsters a lot. Sometimes she felt a little sorry for them, because her papa always won. Anya wasn't allowed to get involved in fights, though, so she would probably have to stay in the room.
"Be safe, and try to finish soon so we can go to sleep."
Of course Anya knew that her papa would be safe because he was the best ever, but she still worried a bit. She worried, and she needed him nearby to get to sleep.
Papa tugged his arm away, however, when they heard a loud noise. Anya was still a little hungry, but if someone was in danger that was more important. Besides, she could control herself. It was enough for the night.
"OK, papa," replied Anya. For some reason, her papa had to fight monsters a lot. Sometimes she felt a little sorry for them, because her papa always won. Anya wasn't allowed to get involved in fights, though, so she would probably have to stay in the room.
"Be safe, and try to finish soon so we can go to sleep."
Of course Anya knew that her papa would be safe because he was the best ever, but she still worried a bit. She worried, and she needed him nearby to get to sleep.
Anya looked into the room in amazement when Elric opened the door, her eyes widening. How long had it been since she'd slept in a real bed? She couldn't even count on her fingers, probably. This day was just getting better and better- first a giant talking squirrel friend, then a nice man offering them a place to stay, then a fire, and now real beds.
"Thank you!" Said Anya, as her papa closed the door. James sat her down on the bed, and Anya watched in anticipation as her papa rolled down his sleeve. She didn't like feeding on her papa at first because she thought it hurt him, but it turned out that her papa was invincible and it barely hurt at all.
Anya revealed her fangs, and bit into James' arm with gusto. She was really hungry, after all, and only blood could do the trick.
"Thank you!" Said Anya, as her papa closed the door. James sat her down on the bed, and Anya watched in anticipation as her papa rolled down his sleeve. She didn't like feeding on her papa at first because she thought it hurt him, but it turned out that her papa was invincible and it barely hurt at all.
Anya revealed her fangs, and bit into James' arm with gusto. She was really hungry, after all, and only blood could do the trick.
Anya nodded at Tirarian seriously.
"I learned that dishes are really important, because I don't want to be a hobo. When you're a hobo, you have to sleep in crates and don't have enough money to buy new clothes and..."
Anya fell silent for a few seconds, until her papa patted her and said that she would be sweet. Anya's spirits immediately returned as she replied, "Yes! I will be the sweetest and even help with dishes if you want! Don't worry, the Hawthornes are really nice no matter what stories you hear. At least, we are. Papa and I are really nice."
"I learned that dishes are really important, because I don't want to be a hobo. When you're a hobo, you have to sleep in crates and don't have enough money to buy new clothes and..."
Anya fell silent for a few seconds, until her papa patted her and said that she would be sweet. Anya's spirits immediately returned as she replied, "Yes! I will be the sweetest and even help with dishes if you want! Don't worry, the Hawthornes are really nice no matter what stories you hear. At least, we are. Papa and I are really nice."
Great, and with that I have DnD for the next 2-3 hours. I will see you fine ladies and gentlemen upon my return.
Ah, right, I forgot to mention in my post how inhumanly cold Anya's hand is during the handshake.
Blame my little brother.
Blame my little brother.
Anya watched the fire as the flames undulated and crackled playfully. It had been a while since she'd been so close to a nice fire, and it felt like reuniting with an old friend. But there were other people present- new friends to be made perhaps, and she couldn't well ignore them.
Anya took Tirarian's hand and shook it, smiling. Elric seemed very nice, and she bet Tirarian was nice too. She kind of liked this town.
"My name is Anya, and I have a story!" Said the girl excitedly.
Anya looked around at what would soon be her new friends. She knew they'd like the story, because she heard it from a very reliable source. A source known for good stories.
"Once upon a time, there was a little girl just like me who refused to help with the dishes. Eventually the dishes piled up so much that they filled the house, and she and her family had to move out and become hobos. The end."
Anya took Tirarian's hand and shook it, smiling. Elric seemed very nice, and she bet Tirarian was nice too. She kind of liked this town.
"My name is Anya, and I have a story!" Said the girl excitedly.
Anya looked around at what would soon be her new friends. She knew they'd like the story, because she heard it from a very reliable source. A source known for good stories.
"Once upon a time, there was a little girl just like me who refused to help with the dishes. Eventually the dishes piled up so much that they filled the house, and she and her family had to move out and become hobos. The end."
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