His violet eyes were lit by joy as he stood on the side walk that night, happily looking up. His grey mittens on his hands, catch the snow flakes that are falling down. There are no lights, no one else outside, so why do you ask, is this boy out here? She knows, the lady in the grey coat. She watches afar as the boy wearing a white shirt, white shorts, black boots and grey mittens plays with the falling snow. She also sees the dark liquid forming on his mittens, but more importantly, she could also smell it. The sweet smell of the child's blood, wasted as he goes on, innocently sitting down. She guesses his age. "Merely seven," she mumbles. She stays there behind an oak tree for a while longer. Her patience thining, she decides to advance, now knowing that he was left there on purpose. Time was running out for this little boy. You see, he was left there to die by the ones who loved him. She approaches him casually until she stands infront of him. " Hello," she says. Startled, he stands up immediatley, trying to push her away. She takes a step back, a bit amused by his reaction. She smiles reassuringly and says, "I'm sorry to have scared you little boy, but I was quite surprised to see you ....playing here in the middle of the night. Where are your parents?" He put his arms to his sides, not saying a word. His eyes look directly at the ground. Not answering her completely, he tells her, " They said I was a bad boy and that I couldn't live anymore....I love the snow! Will you play with me?" He looks up full of hope, but his face was twisted in pain when he heard her laugh. She was like them, she did not like his exsistance either, he thought. "No, I do not like the snow, but will you tell me this? Why did you let them do that to you?" She points to his mittens where they were smeared with blood. He backs away, surprised that she could see it. " Because they said in my death will they finally love me." His face bled the moment he finished saying what he said. "I'm...bleeding...," he murmered. "Ofcourse you are, do you not know that your wrist have been slit open?" She remarks. "No, my face, it's bleeding too!" He cried out. She chuckles as she wipes his tears away. So young and niave he is. "Do you wish to die?" She asks. "They told me it won't hurt if I will myself to go away...forever..." He whispered. He felt faint now and his vision was blurring. His blood had made its way to his shirt by now. "No child, I wish to know what you want. I do not care for another's wishes." She said. She was resisting, but it was getting harder to not strike him down. His blood called her and his sadness was eating away at her heart. She wanted everything to stop, to end it before she pitied him. " I will help you make them love you. Close your eyes and think about what makes you happy." She licked her lips, ready to kill him. He obeyed her, smiling at her words. She did care! She wasn't like them after all. He felt her warm breath upon his neck. " Will you be my mother?" He whispered. Her hands were on his shoulders and her teeth were inches away from him. She stopped aburptly. "What? What did you just say?" "Will you be...my mother?"He said again, very softly. He felt sleepy, yet he tried to stay awake to hear her answer. "Ask me for something else..." Her heart had skipped a beat. How odd, thoose sick words made me feel slightly happy, she thought. "Will you- Will you protect me?" He gasps as he loses his strength and falls into her arms. He felt cold, much colder than before. What? What was this child saying? She didn't want to understand, yet tears trailed down her face. He was dying and it was much too late to save him. "Please? You care for me, right? I can hear it...in your voice. I don't- I don't want to die..." He wanted to finish his sentence, but he was too tired.I don't want to die because I want you to love me, he thought. His eyes slowly closed as he saw her for the last time. She watched as his face became paler. She couldn't help him and her hunger had dissapeared. The feeling of despair and pain hit her. No, he couldn't die yet. There was one way to save him, but she would be severely punished if he were to live. Though he was nearly drained of blood, he had enough for it to work. She drank most of it as she felt his heart beat slow. When she was done, she waited for the right moment. She lifted his head and bit her tounge. She fed him her blood. Seconds passed until his heart finally stopped. He layed still and at peace. Awhile later, she let out a sigh of defeat. She put him down on the ground gently, thinking of how foolish she had been. He couldn't have survived anyway; he was too young. She stood up ready to leave. She whispered, "Goodbye." She turned around and walked a couple feet away. Then she heard him cry out again and again. Shocked to hear his voice, she ran back to him. His eyes were wide open, but he was still crying out. She held him tightly, wanting to stop him from hurting. "It's okay, i'm here now, shhh. Shhh." Her words failed to reach his mind. He thrashed his arms around feeling odd and out of place. His body was corrupted. The coldness wasn't there anymore. A small flame lit his heart and had started spreading. It consumed his whole body with heat as he screamed again and again in pain. Suddenly he stopped moving and the white world began to blurr. His eyes closed once more;He fell into a very deep sleep.
The darkness swirled around him, like it wanted to play a game. He felt like he was floating down, but then the darkness changed. He saw his parents again, but they looked the same like hours ago. They were doing the same things as well. He was in the back seat of their van. They whispered back and forth urgently. They glanced at him sevrel times, worried that he would know. The side windows were blocked by black bags and he was instructed to not look at the front window. He wondered if they knew it was his birthday that day. He also wondered why he was wearing all white. The back seat beside him had pleanty of different colored things, but he only found grey mittens and black boots that could fit him. He decided to put them on. It had gotton colder in the van. Inside his head, someone screamed. He was very confused, but at least his mother had smiled, looking right at him. Then the van halted to a stop. His father tells him to move over and he obeys. He watches as his father crawls to the back seat. " Come now, give me your hands. It's time to relieve us from our burden. You won't hurt anymore, my child." He nodded as his face became solem. It was time for him to leave. His father took the knife out and told him to look at his mother. He flinched as he felt it cut through his skin. "Die now, for our promise is love. Love will fill you as you die," she said. He was then insructed to get out and turn his back to the van. A while later he heard the engine roar as they left. He wandered the empty street, seeing abandoned houses. He was alone and scared, but then he saw a light and followed it, feeling happier as he got closer. The light floated to the sky and he watched it leave. He sat down on the ground, deciding to make a snowy bed. When he looked back up, a lady in a grey coat appeared. She asked him one question that he could recall, "Do you wish to die?" It echoed in his mind. He looked down, not wanting her see him tremble. A moment later did he say, "No." She started to fade, moving further away from him. "No!" He cried again chasing after her.
"Wake up....wake up!!" She yelled. He heard her voice as his eyes snapped open. He heard himself say, "No,no,no!" He sees that she had held him, for how long he did not know. "Mother?" He asked not sure of why he was alive. She smiled and nodded. "Yes. You are my son now. I have made your wish come true child, but your life once before is forever gone. Do you understand?" He smiled at her and said, "Yes." She helpped him up as he held her hand. "Let us go now, but I must ask you one more thing, are you thirsty?" He cocked his head confused and shook his head. " I never really drink anything at all." He told her. She laughed and said, "Well that is going to change."

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