On the outskirts of the human country of Ishlanka, bordering the elven country of Trentdon, lies a small isolated farming village.  The people work hard, and enjoy their drink.  Inside of the tavern a small, cloaked figure can be seen sitting alone at an isolated table in the corner.  The barmaid notices the young patron and goes over to take their order.

“Hello, what can I get you this evening” asks the barmaid in a sweet voice.  The clocked figure pulls back its hood to reveal a young girl.  She looks to be about twelve with silver hair, the barmaid is most taken back by the girl’s almost glowing red eyes.  The barmaid, if she had to describe this girl in one word would be: cute.

“Um, can I um, have a glass of milk please” the girl asks uncertain

“Of course sweetie, are your parents around?”

“They’re not here right now, but I have the silver” she says this time more confident

“Alrighty then, one glass of milk coming right up” the barmaid walks away, smiling.

The barmaid leaves the table intent on filling a glass of milk for the girl.  As she passes a regular drinker, he gives her a catcall, this kind of harassment was not unusual so she just ignored it.  Another customer shouts out to the regular

“Dave, no girl wants to get with a drunkard like you!”

“Wha’d you say?”  Dave stands up prepared to fight.  

The barmaid exits from behind the bar carrying the glass.  Suddenly Dave, who had just been pushed by the other drunk, bumps into her, knocking her over she drops the glass.  The room seems to drop in temperature as the young girl suddenly appears in front of the barmaid.  She stands in a bowing position with one hand extended.  In that hand, to the barmaid’s surprise, is the glass of milk, not a single drop spilled.  The girl whispers something, the barmaid has to strain her ears to hear it

“Don’t waste milk” such an innocent statement, one a mother would make to her child, somehow carries with it a promise, a

promise of death.  A guard standing by the door is briefly amazed, this girl just moved 15 feet in under a second, after a second of consideration the guard realized that no human child could do that, to the guards knowledge there is only one race that could do that and still look like a young human child… vampires.  The guard draws his weapon, knowing full well that the standard iron blade he’s carrying will not be able to have an effect on a vampire.

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“Get out of here now!” he shouts to anyone that will listen “that’s a vampire” the guard comments.  Although he has never seen a vampire in person, he has heard many tales of vampires killing for pleasure.  If he had to, he was willing to give his life to save the citizens.  The gir-no, the vampire quietly downed the glass of milk.

“We may have no shadow hunters here in this town but I will fight you beast!” the guard challenges, unable to completely mask the fear in his voice.  Upon the mention of ‘shadow hunters’ the vampire clenches her fist, shattering the glass.  The glass shards fall to the floor, unsurprisingly no blood was drawn, simple glass shards could not harm a vampire.  She lifts her head to look directly in the guards eyes.  The guard reacted to slow, as the vampire released a small amount of magic paralyzing the guard where he stood.  The room grew silent as a dreadful anticipation filled the air.  She slowly walked up to him.  The guard thought this was the end, that there was no way that he nor any person in this village would survive the night.  She was barely a meter away now, the guard closed his eyes awaiting death.  But it never came.  The girl simply walked past him and out the door.  The silence remained even after her leave.  A minute later the guard broke free from the spell and ran outside, not sure of what he would find.  He found nothing, not even a trace that a vampire was ever here.  The guard quickly headed to the barracks, the town guard prepared for an attack that would never come.  A letter would be written shortly after addressed to the Shadow Hunter Association, filled with the content of this event.

AN – This is my first story, leave a comment on what you think or if you see any grammatical errors.  I might have another chapter out later tonight or tomorrow