His Prejudice 7

Crying, the girl-witch huddled in a corner as the vampire crooned to her, words so soft he couldn't discern anything but her melodious tone. Slowly the child rose and walked over to the woman. Rowen stood with baited breath waiting for the beast to strike. To his utter surprise the woman pushed the girl's hair back from her forehead, wiped the tears from her eyes and engulfed her in a warm hug. Whispering, they sat together on the stone bench, the woman rubbing the girl's back for comfort. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes he would not have believed it. Part of him rejoiced while the baser, cynical aspect that ruled him demanded to know what she was really up to. Her actions flew in the face of convention -- the opposite to everything he knew about vampires. Like the slaughtered lamb on the first night, he wondered if the woman was playing tricks. Slowly her head lifted, those dark-rimmed mysterious eyes so full of sadness, looking straight at him. He reeled back as if she'd struc