| Fern
sat there on the park bench with only the Drekavac remained, the
vampiric spirit of a baby which had been left in the woods to starve to
death, like an unlucky Hansel it was now forever hungry, so Fern was
afraid to let it leave on it’s own. Though she hated having it be the
only spirit remaining inside her as she felt the sudden urge to
lash out at mothers; to claw, bite, throw a tantrum and worse still to
eat. The smell of blood was suddenly sweet, alluring. Fern Scrunched
her face into her fists as she fought down the sudden urge. The
Drekavac forced her to remember its life as a human baby hundreds of
years before, unwanted and unloved once the famine came.
“Shhh,
shh, it’s alright,” Fern tried to comfort the shrieking spirit. “Hush,
hush,” Fern repeated gently before starting to sing to calm the vicious
little spirit.
“What have you found?” Fern asked with relief when her spirits returned.
“Very
little I’m afraid,” they told her. “The others can still smell your
scent on us, in the heavens they complain of the stink of a human and
in the underworld they hunger for it, and here on this world they are
afraid to be involved with it.”
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