The Promise

I was five years old and wondering around the sanatorium my father ran when I came to this iron door locked with heavy looking bolts. I heard a whisper, "open the door, Evie," I was compelled to oblige and slid the bolts back and lifted the iron handle. The door swung open and there stood the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He looked down at me and smiled a smiled that was completely dazzling. He squatted down to my height and looked me in my light brown eyes. He touched his long finger to my nose and smiled. "Thank you, Evie," He said leaning in giving me a kiss on the cheek and they burned with a blush.

He scooped me up in a hug that showed how grateful he was to finally be free. But why was such a kind man locked up in my father's sanatorium? Then it hit me, or bit me. The handsome man just sunk his rather sharp teeth into my neck, but just for a brief moment and the pain only lasted for a short second.

He set me back down to the floor and I just stared at him with no horror, no sadness, and no pain. He squatted down to my height again and lifted my chin to look into his dark green irises – I could have sworn they were black a moment before. "Evie, I promise, I'll come back for you when you're grown." At that moment I smiled, of all the ridiculous things to do