Mira had been sitting in the dark room of the cellar for three hours now listening to the group of human's pray and discuss worldly problems with her grandfather. They often spoke of casting out the evil's of the undead, Such as Vampires like herself. Although she knew her father would never hurt her. That's why he kept her hidden from the human's. Finally she heard the sound of chair scraping on the wooden floors and people getting up to leave. The chain on the cellar door rattled as she ran up the stairs and waited for it to open.
"Papa! I thought they would never leave..." She whined hugging her elderly father, kissing him on the cheek. He smiled softly the wrinkles surrounding his eyes and mouth becoming more prominent. He missed the shimmer she used to have in her blue eyes, now all he could see was the lifeless stare of a heartless beast.
"Come now Miranda...you know I must keep up appearances...they provide me with what I need... How about we take a stroll" She nodded softly wrapping her pale skin in a shawl to protect herself from the sunlight. A black parasol was all she needed from there and she could leave the house for a short period of time. Something that didn't seem to happen very often now.
She and her father lived in two separate worlds it seemed. He was once a pastor, and fought to keep the 'creatures of darkness' at bay. However when Mira was bitten by a vampire turning her into the very thing he hated. Silas loved his daughter though, he chose to hide her from the world in his attempt to continue protecting her, not from the darkness anymore but from his own kind. Mira gripped the back of her father's wheelchair walking him down the rather dray rocky path that led to their shambled house.The streets towards the once bustling city used to be lined with flourishing tree's and beautiful scenery. Since the apocalypse it had been reduced to a dust deserted countryside. Full of trash and rubble. They wandered on into the city where she looked around at abandoned shops she used to visit as a child. Her cold blue eyes caught the sound of bustling steps keeping an eye out for thieves who might try and mug her and her father.
"Father...should we continue on?" She questioned not really realizing how far they had already traveled, stopping and awaiting an answer.
"Why don't I stay here....you go further on your own..." She wished to protest what he said but knowing never to disagree with him she only nodded.
"Yes father.... I wont venture far..." She pushed him onto the sidewalk, into an empty store leaving him to search around for supplies in there. Mira made her way out the back door walking through the ally way looking for rats or small animal's to feed from. Her dark cloak danced softly around her ankles, bells and charm's jingling around her neck. Cautiously holding her parasol to block any rays of light from burning her delicate porcelain skin.
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