Dark Angel

Chapter_Two: Deeper Into The Woods

POV: Unknown

I was when I heart two hearts beating from a distance not too far from me.

I could sense the fear emanating from them.

Judging by their heart beat they were weary and panicking.

I became curious and followed their heartbeat.

Soon I caught their scent and I followed it closely.

It got stronger as I got closer and I begun to feel a burning sensation down my throat.

I could already feel their blood running down my throat.

I sneered and smirked as I rustled through the woods.

As I followed them, one's heartbeat begun to slow down until it was faint and I could barely hear it.

Someone was dying.

The other heart beat ever so lightly, rhythmically and I could feel it was a child.

I have experienced this for so many years not to be sure of it.

The scent grew stronger as I grew closer. I heard a baby wailing in the dark, cold woods.

With a young woman probably in her early twenties lying next to he.

She was not breathing and neither was her heart beating.

She was dead.

I got closer and picked up the baby.

It was a girl.

She was wrapped in fine heavy white napkins.

Her eyes were pale blue in color and they looked like frosty glass.

Her tiny lips were pink and wet from salivating.

She had a fair complexion.

I touched the bridge of her nose with my fore finger and she giggled.

She had a pretty dimple on her cheeks.

She help my thumb in her tiny hand and smiled at me.

She seemed to like me a lot. I guess.

Her scent was a bit too strong but in a pleasant way and a tard bit different from that of other humans.

I had this sudden urge to drain her blood but I scowled at the thought of it.

She's only a child.

Barely a year old, I could tell.

I saw a silver necklace around her neck with an ornament hanging off of it.

I swear I have seen that symbol before but I couldn't tell what it was.

My eyes narrowed as I studied it.

Wondering where I might have seen that.

Just then I heard some noise coming in our direction.

An angry mob.

"Humans" I growled.

As they got closer I jumped up the oak tree with the child in my arms.

We hid quietly on the tree and I looked on as they came.

They found the body of the mother of the child.

"She's dead", one of them said.

"Let me see", A middle aged man stepped forward to check her pulse. He was very hairy.

He had golden brown hair and looked younger than his age. He was good looking too.

But he had the stench of....a dog!

I suppressed my growl.

I frowned and rubbed my nose with my forefinger

"Definitely, she's dead. The witch is dead. But her daughter...." He turns to the lot

"....we can't let the offspring of that witch and traitor of a man out into the world. Someone must have taken her. We must find her."

He barks to the other men and they chorused an answer accepting his orders.