Blood was a side effect of life. You couldn't go your whole life without seeing some blood eventually. The red liquid is every where, and leaves stains. This is what she hated about the color red. She hated it because she hated blood. It was every where, tainting the world with it's vile smell. She had seen enough blood in her life to know that if she could help it she never wanted to see it again.

Of course, fate is funny like that.


They were everywhere. They destroyed everything in their paths and they still weren't satisfied. They wanted to drink the blood of any and all living creatures, and they wouldn't relent their brutal aussults until they were taken out. Families were taken out, even as they tried to evacuate, they couldn't save everyone. Not by a long shot.

Children were the top priority. Save the children, then the woman. Men were last, and they fought vigorously to protect their home. Sadly, even the will of man wouldn't protect them from what was attacking their home. Nothing they could do would ever protect them from this rutheless menace plaguing their town of Hong Kong.

The Kowloon Children.

This is the town in which a war has been waged between vampires, and wherever there is a war, there is Zelman Clock. The ancient vampire had fun with war, and wouldn't abandon the chance to fight. Hong Kong was a great place to be for him. But, like every other thing, he found himself becoming bored with it.

As he was on his way home, he heard something. This sound wasn't exactly new to him. Through out his long life he had heard it many times. The reason it suprised him was that he heard it here, where all humans were supposed to have been evacuated from. It was the sound of a little girl crying. He looked around trying to find the noise, but couldn't see where it was coming from. No wonder she was still alive. He couldn't see her anywhere.

He walked around in the immediate area, flipping things over trying to find the source of the noise. Where the hell was she? He made his way to a dumpster in an ally when the noise suddenyl stopped. She had probably heard him coming. He opened the lid only to see the whole thing empty. No garbage even. He furrowed his brow in confusion. How was a human girl evading his senses like this?

He shut the lid and contemplated where she could be hiding. He had to be getting close. He decided to look behind it, seeing as there was no way she was under it. He would have just given up, had he not seen the shoe. It was more like a pink slipper suited for the small girl. He pushed the dumpster out of the way with ease. There was a hole in the wall, and in that hole rested the maker of the noise.

She couldn't have been much older than five years old, with sandy blonde hair and large silver eyes. He found himself gawking for a second before snapping out of it. Her eyes were definately something. He tried smiling at the little girl, but it came out more as a smirk, which seemed to only scare her more.

"What's a little girl like you doing here in a bad place like this?" She was staring wide eyed at the man before her. She saw them when he smiled; the fangs. They were like the people that killed her mother and father. He was a bad guy, so why was he talking to her?

"W-Who... Why are you here?" She had issues talking to that.. thing? Man? What on earth was he and why was he talking to here. he smiled again, and she cringed.

"I'm here to help you of course." She gave hima skeptical look.

"Aren't you a bad guy?" He laughed at that. The sound was melodic and she found herself wanting to trust him, but she was still wary.

"I guess you could say that." He took a couple steps closer to the girl. "But I want to help you."

She gave him another look.

"I promise, as long as you're with me, I will not let you get hurt." She looked at him for a second longer, then pulled herself out of the hole. She tried to stand, but when she tried a terrible pain shot through her left ankle. She started to fall foward, but he caught her and picked her up, holding her in front of him to take a look at her for injuries.

"You sprained your left ankle, but otherwise you just have some cuts and bruises." He threw her over his shoulder and started walking. "I'll carry you back home. Don't move around too much. I might just drop you." That threat was enough for her to stop moving all together. She wrapped her arms around his waste and closed her eyes.

"Ok, you can go now." He found himself slightly suprised by her actions, and his own for that matter, but she was interesting. Had he not found her she may have been able to make it to the end of the war with that hiding spot of hers. They obviously emptied out dumpsters and other hiding spots that were similar. Had he not heard her he would even had found her.

He smirked and made his way to the home, using his inhuman speed and agility. Through out the short journey he heard small whimpers every now and then but otherwise she was completely still and silent. He found himself being amused by her actions in trying to be tough. She was an intersting little girl to say the least, and he enjoyed her company so far.

Once he made it to the front steps he brought her off of his shoulder and carried her bridal style into his current home. She glanced around, eyes wide as she took it all in. His voice is what broke her out of her observing.

"Do you have any family nearby?" She gave him a look.

"What do you mean?"

"Family? You know, the people who are related to you? Mother, father, sister, brother, aunts, uncles, cousins, and things of the like. Do you have any nearby?" She was still giving him a funny look. "What?"

"That's what you call your mom and dad? Family?" Now it was his turn for the funny look. "I never heard of that. They were always just mom and dad. And I never saw them much, either. I never had anything like an aunt or whatever you said. At least, I don't think so."

This girl was just getting weirder and weirder. But now he had to wonder what he wasn't going to do with the girl. Maybe he should ask her where she wanted to go? No, she wouldn't understand. Should he keep her with him? Dear god, the Crimson Eyed Butcher raising a child?

"Hey, mister? What's your name?" She was tugging on his shirt to get his attention. He looked down at her, as he set her on a couch in the room witht he TV. He enjoyed the Television mostly because it gave him something to do when he was bored, which was often, so he made it a point to keep one or two in the house.

"My name is Zelman Clock."

"That's a funny name." He felt his eye twitch at the comment. It was an old name, sure, but it wasn't a funny one.

"And what's your name?"

"Alexandra," she said with a large smile. Well that wasn't fair, he couldn't make fun of it.

"And your last name?" She gave him a look that said she didn't know what he was talking about. Again. What was with this girl? She didn't know what family was and now she doesn't know what a last name is? Now that's just weird. What kind of parents did she have? "Never mind, Alexandra. If it's ever an issue, you'll just use mine."

"Am I stuck with you for the rest of my life?" He would have found the statement funny had she not said it with so much disgust. What was so bad about living with him? Most women would kill for an opportunity to live with him and she was upset? But then again, she's a kid. She doesn't know any better yet.

"Only if you want to be." She nodded.

"Hey, how old are you?" He was walking into the room next door to grab some cokes out of the fridge.

"I'm seven!" She held up her fingers to emphasis her point, but unfortunately she held up eight. He walked up to her and put down one of her fingers, then handed her a coke.

She took it gladly and watched him as he went to sit down. She observed him and a thought cam to mind.

"You're pretty," she smiled widely. He nearly spit out his coke. He had been clled many things in his long life, but he never once was he called 'pretty.'

"Thanks," and with that he turned ont he TV. Upon seeing the news of hong kong he muted the TV. He didn't want her to see or hear it. He made his way back over to Alexandra and with one finger under her chin. Once she made eye contact he had her under his spell.

"Sleep," He whispered. Without much of a fight she fell asleep, and he was free to watch the news. As he heard the people on the news speak of the war they knew nothing about, he felt himself smile. This was interesting indeed.