A soft sigh escaped Deimos's lips as he looked at the child. It had been a long time since he's seen one so young, but the youngest always made the best ones. They were so young, so naive, so easy to corrupt. Not now though, this one was too young. Every day he watched as the odd girl take care of these children while the others practically abused her. There was no physical harm, no. It was the small things like eating her food, not taking care of the children in favor of having her do it, and not getting up in the middle of the night when these children cried because they knew she would. It made him sick, and only served to believe that he was of a superior race. Vampires were the ultimate race indeed. They would never let one of their own kind fall behind to better themselves, because they understood that a group of strong members, whatever their strength may be in whether it be physical or intellectual, was better than several isolated superior members.
This was not the kind of place he would look for members, because they were far too young. It was a situation beyond his control. One of his members had been killed by a werewolf, nasty creatures. It was an attempt to cut down his numbers, which was obviously effective. The member had left behind a child, which went straight to this orphanage. It hadn't taken much time to find the babe. This was the only place where it could go, which was a blessing on his part. All he had to do was find the place. Since then, he' been keeping a silent eye on the child. The others didn't matter to him, but she did. This one was very important.
In a way, he liked the odd girl for the care that she gave the child, but it would not be enough. By the way she treated the child, he could guess that she had no clue what the child was. He would have to be there. His mind was racing. How he would deal with this child? It was far from the age of needing blood, which was a good thing. Vampire children were similar to human children in the respects that you had to take care of them the same way. Once they hit the age a maturity, though. That was a different story. Yes, he needed to be there. Gently, he brushed a hand across the child's face. It was a girl, that was good. Female vampires meant vampire children. Brilliant. The child woke sleepily, opening her glowing blue eyes to look at him curiously. As soon as her mind realized that he was not her caretaker, she began to cry. Great. The sound broke his heart. He considered her one of his own, but he had not been the one to take care of her therefor she had no idea who he was, or how much he loved the child like a daughter. Yes, all of his members were family.
There was no time to leave the way he came in, so he went to the darkest corner, and hid behind the pillar holding the ceiling up. There was no way that it could hide his whole body, but it worked well enough to keep him hidden unless she was searching. The shadows helped a bit too. Not long after he hid, the girl had entered. As expected, it was the odd girl that usually did most of the work. The other nurses really were useless. The way she took care of the children was careful and loving, just a reminder of why he could not take care of the child himself. He didn't have the love and care that a female could give the child. He was cold more often than not. Any child growing up under him would become unstable and emotional. It needed the love that he could not provide it. The fact that she lit the fire to keep them warm only proved it. How would he know of the suffering of others when he himself cared to little?
Her scream made him jump. When he realized that she still had yet to notice him, he let his breath out in a silent sigh of relief. Still, he hadn't been noticed. The fear as well as the fact that she had yet to notice drove him to feel protective of the girl. This was the girl he wanted taking care of his future member, so he wanted her safe. How could a girl scared of thunder protect herself? Even more important, how could she be safe when she didn't even notice him in the room? It was okay though, for no one would be after her, and the child wasn't known of yet. They were both safe, for now.
Growling. No, snarling. Outside the window. His head spun towards the source of the noise, only to relax. For a moment, he had suspected a werewolf had followed him. The child would not be safe if they saw his interest in the child. It wasn't though, just his familiar. A large black wolf. Everything was okay as long as the familiar was around. Wait, why was it growling at him? That was odd.
He had no time to think upon that though. A glance at the odd girl told him that she had noticed his existence. Now that she's seen him, leaving would serve no purpose. It would not benefit him. Mostly, it might frighten the girl. He took a couple of steps towards her, but stopped at a far distance as to not appear as a threat. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the wolf. It was confusing, the way it was acting. To be safe he had to keep an eye on it. He focused his eyes on the girl, glancing every so often to keep a close eye on the wolf as well, but showing his fear or confusion at what was happening would only serve to give her fear. Stay calm. He told himself as he watched the girl trying to decide the best course of action. An action that would assure her, inform her, and hopefully comfort her. Comfort would be the hard part. He didn't know how to comfort anyone.
"Do you know what you are holding?" Deimos asked in a curious voice.
A glance out of his eye showed that the wolf was slowly moving forward. His familiar was not to move forward unless it were to protect him. Either there was a threat, or it wasn't his familiar. That didn't make sense, what would look so similar to his familiar. A turn of his head to lock eyes with the wolf gave him is answer. Brown eyes, that wasn't his familiar. His wolf had glowing blue eyes like his. This was not good, and getting worse fast. Still, he couldn't move quickly. The odd girl. Taking another step forward, Deimos got between the wolf and the girl, but kept both in his sight as he turned to face the girl once more. This was dangerous, but it seemed to be for the wolf as well, or else there would have been an attack by now. His mind was racing for possible scenarios to cause the wolf to act in such a way, but he kept getting distracted by the girl in front of him. Two disturbing situations at once was not a good thing. One, he could handle. Two was dangerous, even for him. if his familiar wasn't around, then he needed to summon it soon.