Rosaliese giggled softly as she tugged on Elsie's hand, pulling her on. In the darkness they were able to move more freely, and as the half-moon rose an eerie white path was created. Upon a spur of the moment, Rosaliese allowed her steps to traverse the silver way.
As they approached the village, Rosaliese's grip tightened on Elsie's hand. The girls hunger was strong, but Rosaliese had to keep a tight grip on her - hastiness was not something she needed, especially with hunters about.
As she stepped into the looming disguise of the village houses, Rosaliese's head whipped around in the direction of the cemetery. With narrowed eyes Rosaliese's remained frozen in such a position while Elsie watched on in confusion. Of course, she was too young, too knew to smell what Rosaliese smelt.
Vampire.
How tempting it was for Rosaliese to go after that scent, but a tug of her hand reminded her of her charge. Elsie was hungry, and she had to feed. Shaking her head subtly, Rosaliese brought her fierce gaze to Elsie's, and as she looked upon the girl, one could say her expression almost softened.
They continued through the town, approached the home that Rosaliese happened to glance into on her way to collect Elsie. Upon reaching it, Rosaliese paused and turned to Elsie, lifting the young Vampire's chin to gaze down at her.
"One, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four, knock on her door
Five, six, ensure she's not sick
Seven, eight - never leave feeding too late."
Rosaliese's voice tilted and rose, swirled and danced upon ears. Eerie and frightening, it slipped through cracks and floated over the twins. One of them tossed, mumbling in their sleep and rolled over, hugging the other tighter.
Rosaliese smirked as she released Elsie's hand. With a slight confirmation from her elder, Elsie approached the window. Hanging from it was garlic and crossed, but she brushed them away as she pulled open the shutters. A soft breeze tossed the victims hair, and her scent wafted back towards Elsie. The newborns mouth watered, and with the silence and agility of a cat, she lifted herself through the window, only to land on the floor at the end of the cot with an almost inaudible thud.
Elsie wasted no time, she approached the closest of the twins, relishing the smell of young, supple living flesh. She struggled not to sink her teeth into the youngin's neck immediately, as her instinct began to kick in, telling her to wake the child first.
Rosaliese watched as Elsie did just that. The young Vampire reached out, shaking the closest twin on the shoulder. She woke up with a rough started and muffled cry due to the thumb still in her mouth. Upon seeing Elsie, the twin would have released a blood curdling scream had her gaze not been caught by Elsie's mesmerizing blue one.
The 'younger' of the twins woke just as Elsie's lips brushed across her sisters neck. Alice, the twin who watched on, was too frozen with fear to utter a sound.
Upon finishing with the twin, Elsie turned to Alice, as if to feed from her next, but a hissed order from Rosaliese had to jumping from the bed and out the window quickly, taking Rosaliese's hand.
The elder vampire and the newborn stood at the window, bathed in moonlight, and stared at Alice for a short time before Rosaliese tugged Elsie along, and they fled the village.
Alice's scream finally met the ears of the village as the vampires fled.
Now that they were free of the need to feed, Rosaliese was free to explore the scent. The Vampires' approach to the cemetery was silent.