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Bellingstone, Pennsylvania



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Character Portrait: Leighton Harding Character Portrait: Sterling Pearce
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Sterling slowly shrugged off his own jacket, letting it fall off of his shoulders before he slipped it off and turned to hang it on the rack. As he hung the fleece garment on a peg, Sterling looked down at the young girl who had stopped suddenly in the doorway to his home, still looking like a giant, pink marshmallow in her own coat.

"My daddy used to read me The Velveteen Rabbit. I really liked that one." The smile that had been plastered on his lips faltered for a second, then two, as he heard the title. It brought back memories that were bitter, yet sweet. They were memories he had tried to shove into the depths of his mind shortly after Lily's death. It had worked, obviously, but he had not buried them deep enough for now nostalgia overtook him and he pressed his lips together tightly and forced another smile, this one not as genuine as the first.
"I know that book," he spoke softly, as if saying it too loudly would cause his voice to shatter like a glass pane. "I used to read that to my daughter years and years ago." He gave a more genuine grin now as memories came back to him. "I'm sure that was one of her favorite books, too." He crouched to untie his shoes as her eyes scanned the house. He hoped it wasn't overwhelming to her.

"What's your favorite book?" Her voice soft rang through the front hall suddenly and Sterling jolted in surprise. His eyes turned toward her, meeting her at eye level now because he was on one knee. She had, meanwhile, begun to remove the layers of clothing she'd bundled up in before running outside. The scent of human sweat was instantly recognized by Sterling. His nose, sharpened by his vampirism, would have been sensitive to pick up on much less. Therefore, the scent was overwhelming, causing him to swallow nervously as his gut fluttered with worry. No, he couldn't feed off of this girl...she was too young. He'd either kill her or...

Sterling couldn't believe he was thinking of it, but now it was just too good of an idea to ignore. He wasn't thinking straight in the first place, thanks to the rough resurfacing of memories. She looked so much like his own daughter, gone for years now. Yet, the child would inevitably grow up, as all children do. But, what if she was a vampire? Then, she would not only be a child forever, but she would also never die as his own daughter had. And, how peculiar was it that she had no father and he had no daughter? It was destiny. He had to. Temptation was a bitch. It pushed people to do things they would not normally do. Sterling certainly would regret it later, but right now, all he could think of was his daughter and how much this young girl acted like her.

"My favorite book? Probably One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest." He stopped, still kneeling though he'd removed his shoes, and pondered the question. "I did love The Great Gatsby, though. Fitzgerald was a wonderful author and a wonderful man." He gave a quick nod and a smile. "I'm sure you'd love those books-- if you enjoy to read, I have many books you would probably want to read." He reluctantly stood up and the smell of her flesh became less intense.

"Would you like something to eat or drink?" he asked curiously, head cocking innocently. One of his two powers, the ability to affect another person's opinions and thoughts through charisma, was helpful in such a situation. It was a horrible thing to do, a deed he would probably regret, but he prayed that he'd either be able to convince her that vampirism was good, or turn her into a vampire while she was unaware. Either way, he would be getting exactly what he wanted-- a daughter that would never die or leave him.