Snippet #2414365

Eve bravely fought her way through the deep snow of the forest as she made her way towards the town. Her cheeks were red and her eyes water, not to mention that her lips were ever so slightly blue from the cold. She was shivering to the bone, and was sure that if she didn't find any shelter soon, her silver hair would freeze and become like solid ice. Truly, that probably wouldn't happen, but it was something her imagination liked to fantasize up.

Beside the child, a little black cat was fighting even harder to get forwards. After a while, Eve stopped walking and carefully picked the cat up, holding him in her arms in order to keep both of them warm, and make the stride easier for the daemon. "Y-you poor little thing," she stammered out as she shivered, holding the creature very carefully, "you must be as c-cold as I am..." The cat mewed once loudly to confirm the girls guess, and then rubbed his head against her shoulder, purring softly. The child couldn't help but let out a soft giggle as a result of the daemons actions.

Eve suddenly stopped in her trail when she noticed the forest was no longer surrounding her, and ahead was the town spreading out between the hills. Biting her lip, she considered turning around and running back into the forest. But she was cold and hungry, and knowing that if she didn't find shelter and food soon, things wouldn't look good for her. So taking a deep breath, Eve started making her way down the hill and towards the town, clutching the daemon in a tight grip, though not so tightly that it would hurt. She just hoped no one would find her or recognize her. Most likely no one would. Not even one person had seen her when she entered of exited the room. However, there was still a chance someone knew.

As memories of what had happened a few days ago flashed through Eve's mind, she could feel tears starting to spring to her eye. She was still horrified by what she had done, not just to him but to the queen too. She was horrified by the whole killing process in general... and she was afraid for her friend whom she had not felt in a long time. Actually, with each day that passed Eve became weaker and weaker. She didn't understand why, and wished she had the answer... but knew not what it could be. No one had ever explained the needs of a spirit vampire to her. Everything was just so confusing... all she wanted was to return home and for everything to return to normal. Even if it would have meant going back to the dungeon, it was better than being out there and not understanding the world. It terrified her.

Once she reached the town, she glanced around with her one eye, still shivering with cold. She was wearing nothing but rags and her feet were bare. Wandering around like this for several hours had chilled her to the bone, and it felt like her legs wouldn't carry her anymore. Feeling the great urge to rest, Eve leaned against a house wall and slowly sunk into the snow, still cuddling the daemon. Before she knew it, she passed out.