The wind blows cold, the rain falling, pouring down on a girl, shivering in the darkened corner of the city streets. Her clothes are tattered and dirty, she's sick and her stomach growling from hunger. her heart broken from the loss of her family, the loss of her friends. It brings tears to her eyes just thinking how they're dead, in the war. So many deaths, so many injured, so many without houses to keep them warm through the dark and rainy nights. She whispers, sadly with grief, " If only they had listened..." She sat there all alone in the darkness of her house or at least what's left of it, looking at a broken picture frame with her loved ones in it,"... if only they were here..." She bares her head in between her knees.
flashback:
"Daddy! Daddy!" A girl shouted excitedly, " Look what I've found! Look daddy!" The little girl ran up to him with her hands clasped together. "Ha ha hey! Ok, let me see what you've got." The man grins, while the little girl paused and reached out her hands. When they opened a small, beautiful frog jumped up and landed right on his face and startled him, making him fall backwards onto the ground with a thud. Running to his side, "Are you ok, daddy?" The frog jumped off, right into the flowing green grass. laughing, "I'm alright, Maria. I'm ok." He stared up in the blue sky, watching the white puffs go by. "Isn't this a beautiful day? Just laying here, watching the clouds go by..." He says with a smile, Marria just nods and gazes at the clouds. "Hey, daddy! I see one that is shaped like a frog! Can you see it?" "I'm not sure... oh now I see it. Yes it is shaped like a frog, isn't it?" they both laughed.
The girl sat in the rain, crying for her loved ones, especially for her loving dad. She's drenched from the rain and freezing from the cold, icy wind lashed at her like a wip. In the far distance she could hear the faint footsteps of boots splashing in the puddles that got in their way. She could hear the clatter sound of a combat rifle dragging on the ground, hitting every stone and every pit in the road as the guy drags it with him. The girl dragged herself behind some rubble and trash that was put there during the war. The footsteps getting louder, (1)seeming like the person is coming for her, to kill her and every last one of the people in this town, Then when she was almost into her little safe corner, she accidentally hit something that echoed through the darkness, and alerted the person to pick up his gun and started to investigate. The girl frightened, she coiled into a ball trying to make herself smaller as the footsteps seem to get closer to her. Her heart beat getting faster, when the echoes come from the entrance of the alleyway. His footsteps are steady. His face concentrating on what's in front of him, keeping his gun aimed where he looks. The girl hears him getting closer, and closer, the girl looked frantically around for something to fend him off, but nothing looked good enough. The girl pushed herself close to the wall, but in her process of doing that she pushed something that skidded across the ground, about 6 feet in front of the man, he heard and spotted the store that moved. She gasped silently hoping he didn't see it, but she know he did, by the footsteps suddenly stopped. A click echoed through the darkness, breaking the silence, the type of fear that shivers through your body, your thoughts of knowing that you're going to die, alone.
The footsteps started again matching every 3rd heartbeat of the frightened girl, the sound is so close that she can hear the man's breathe staggering as though he was scared too of what is hiding just beyond the rubble that hid something. when he got close enough he moved quickly in front of the girl and scared her making her scream, echo through the night for all to hear, or who ever is still there. the man was about to pull the trigger until he heard her scream and what he saw. His gun shacks, as his body does the same, making him drop his gun. As the gun falls, he becomes weak and falls to his knees, blood covering his body, his uniform torn, his skin and cuts are exposed to the rain and the wind. the soldier manages to say, but with slight pain in his tone, ".... sorry,... I didn't mean to..." he fell backwards, splashing into a puddle, the icy liquid splattered, droplets hitting her cold skin and his. the girl's eyes widened, the memories came back, hitting her like a ton of bricks, her brother was laying right in front of her, bleeding from the cuts and bullets. she was frightened, shocked, but she pulled herself from her corner, crawling to his side, she yelled, shaking her brother slightly, "brother! brother, please wake up! .... please..."her voice and sadness in her voice made him open up his eyes,showing his blue, motionless eyes. "brother,.... what happened to the rest? where are they?" her face shows that she knows she knows the answer, but her voice is uncertain. he looked at the expression on her face, he turned his head away from his sister, "well uh... they're gone. some of them are still alive, but barely..." he shuts his eyes concealing his emotions. she said saddened, but trying to cheer up, "let's go help them. we can help. let's go and... " he interrupted yelling, " Marria! didn't you hear me!? they are dead there's nothing we can do." he coughs up blood, groaning in pain, maria trying to help the pain go away, sobbing. "but big brother... you said you'll... help people when they needed it... tha-that's why you... you came here.. to help people, big brother..." tears dropping down off of her face onto his uniform and skin. he sighs, groaning a bit, "maria, i know what is said, but," he coughs up blood again streaming down the sides of his face,"... there's no way for... me to go back in this condition... i'm too weak to go back... by time... by time i get there... it'll be too late." he looks up at the sad girl's face, her tears streaming down her face, wishing there could be another way. "i'm sorry Maria... but... i can't help them..." Maria cried, but yelled at him, " how could you say that big brother!? you said, and promised you would protect them no matter what! what ... what happened to that promise you made me?!..." she cries for a bit covering her face with her cold hands as her brother looks at her, feeling guilty," if your not gonna do anything about it... i'll do it myself!" she grabs his gun and starts getting up and runs, but the man grabs the gun, stopping her." let go! i'm gonna save them!" he keeps a hold of it," little sister, don't do this, don't soil your hands with blood...," coughing blood," ...you must stay here, Maria!" Maria starts crying again," what about the others?..." she's staring at him with tear filled eyes, he sighed, " Marria, you have a big heart, but right now you need to wait here, with your brother, it's the only way that we can survive, so we could save them," he starts coughing, and blood splats out of his mouth, he pulls in his sister, Maria, close," Marria, i'm going to die, i need you to be here with me... i need blood... in order to survive." Maria's eyes widened a bit, "... m-my blood? ... b-but brother. ... father said..." he pulled her closer, his hand around her wrist, "i'm sorry sister Maria, but i have to... in order for me to survive, i have to have ... blood," coughing but not as harsh anymore, he's already fading away," just a little bit, sister... i won't kill you... promise." her big brother coughing, she thought for a few seconds, watching her brother getting weaker. Maria nodded agreeing cautiously," thank you sister... i owe you big time..." Maria brought her wrist to her brother's mouth, closing her eyes waiting for him to bite down piercing her skin with his sharp fangs. she feels the sharp points pressing slightly on her soft skin, pressing a bit harder every second, feeling the fangs pearse her skin and sinking more into her wrist, Marria biting her lip letting out small groans. his fangs bursting veins making the wound bleed, soon the tips hit her artery slightly piercing it making her fingers twitch, Marria wanting to pull back from her big brother, but his grip was strong, it kept her arm from going away. the blood trickling into his mouth, some escaping from his lips that press onto the skin of her wrist. Maria shaking from the slight pain that was once horrible, but now lessened to a stinging pain. her brother drinking her worm pure blood. Maria becoming light headed." big brother.... stop.." Maria dropping to her knees, splashing in a small mud puddle, kneeling. her brother saw her fall to her knees, her brother stopped, slowly pulling out his blood covered fangs. he lickes her wound as she scrunches her face a bit with a slight stinging sensation bringing his face up from her wrist and licks his lips clean and fangs. Maria placing her wrist on her chest and wraps her other arm around it, trying to keep the rainwater from stinging her wound. her eyes halfway open, her body slumped a bit with weakness. "Marria... are you ok?" Maria looked up at him with weary blue eyes gazing at his. "b-brother..." she slowly closing her eyes, vision getting blurry. she starts to lean to the side and continues till she falls unconscious on the cold, hard, wet, pavement, making a slight splash sound. her brother trying to get up but his body wouldn't move, his body so weak still and battered from the war that's still in play. "Marria!..." her brother yelled, his body won't budge, his mind cursing at his weak body. so cold and weak, unable to move even with the taste of blood, he still is weak. his body slowly fading same with his mind, consciousness. her brother spoke softly one last time, " Marria... sister..." his vision went blank. rain drops splashing on there skin of ice, motionless. clothes and hair drenched. skin so wet and cold, icy water surrounding them in thin layers on the hard cement floor that the motionless, lifeless bodies lay on, not breathing, no movements besides the droplets of water dance around them. the darkness caving in on them, getting smaller and smaller, hardly seen in the stormy nights plage. seeming like no one is there, nothing but the shadows and the darkness that seems forever and the sound or the rain pouring down on the objects that get in the way of its path to it's beloved ground of cold.
