Vampire Abroad part 2

The pain on the girl's face was less apparent than what I felt from her mind, she was in terrible anguish. In one week she experienced attempted suicide, sexual assault and her family at war. Her mind while active, was addled with sleeping pills and alcohol. This young creature seemed to me to be an 'accidental' addict; in reality, all she wanted to do was sleep. France was death to her spirit & her personal hell.

As I made my way to her, people were dancing to some French group or other, playing a peculiar brand of a accordion based punk! It was jarring, somehow intrusive to the unfathomable connection she and I felt as we met eyes. Her mind sang out, immediately besotted by my clothing, hair and oddly; my height. As she smiled, her apple cheeks filled with blood. Yet, her eyes remained serious and sad to the core of her soul. In me she saw a male hero, someone who would understand her.

Now any individual who has ever been in company of a blood hunter, will know that convention is often discarded on a whim. In the case of my new friend, I indeed went straight to her side. seeming as if I had attended the event as her companion. You see, she had offered up a silent plea in those lovely blue eyes and it was heard as clearly by me as if she had spoken it aloud.

"Save me..."

For a while neither of us spoke, I gifted her little smiles now and then and she offered them back. Gradually, her posture altered as we began drawing stares and whispers. She relaxed, dared to show pride in her fine features and in doing so, her eyes slowly brimmed with held back tears.
to be continued