The vampires grinned and laughed at her, they were glad to have caught her alone. Not to mention there was no sight of the Ancient. They eyed the stake and backed up looking shocked till one poured at her, "It's just a splinter? What does it do- make us already deader than that of we are now?"<br/>"Dude a sliver like that possibly can't kill us right?" a short blonde said, the one before who stated the stupidity spoke up, "I hear they can kill us! Why, my. My uncle died from those!" two of three squirmed the other growled and crouched low, "Pocket'trash! Slayers act tough but this is a lone one, we can easily finish her off and eat!!"Â<br/><br/>Though with that being said the short blonde male made his run at her. His hands bent to claws and twisted in place as he ran at her, his mouth with with a cry of joyous rage.Â<br/><br/>The one claiming that stakes were stupid and that thy out numbered her was a red head, he picked up the sword and leaned on the tree - he was their leader or somethig. A black haired one was rushing as the blonde had done and the brown was aiming to fight too. None of them were wanting clean fight but they wanted to best he lone girl. If they could, they would definitely kill her.Â<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The loft in the old orphanage was quiet, almost a deep sense of peace to the Vampire who was playing a game with the young girl. He was teaching her to use noises to locate things, it was harder said than it was done. He would sit and make a tapping noise so soft she barely heard it till she got closer to him. He would sit quietly till she felt his coat and fell onto him giggling. Remnant smiled and continued their game till she made him try and find her, but stuffed cotton balls in his ears and made him find her on his own. He growled but obliged. Remnant always feared what it would have been like if a different Vampire took her in, to be honest - it scared him to think of it.Â<br/><br/>He loved children, never found it in himself to hurt them. They were important to the Mortals, even in his past he never worked with children. He refused to help them back then even if the families could afford his aid. It was why he never was seen with kids but this little girl.Â<br/><br/>The little girl was his life, if she got hurt it would kill his heart. She made him the gentle man he never showed, without herâ€¦ he'd be the darkest demon out there. He knew this as he walked and soon gave up only to have the girl drop down from a box and land on his back. He stumbled and chuckled as she pushed the rose on his face, "Remmy who was that lady?"<br/>"Lady?" he said puzzledly as he grabbed her and set her to stand on the ground, "The girl who mentioned me Remmy."<br/>"Just a Slayer-" the girl clung to him and cried, "Don't weave me Remmy! Don't go!!" he looked down and knelt in front of her after prying her from his leg. He was on one knee and looking at her softly, he moved a curl from her face and pulled her into a hug. He rubbed her back and let off a dog like whimper, she clung to him and sobbed.Â<br/><br/>He hugged her and patted her head, "Nillie... Shhh- I am not going to let a Slayer kill me off. I am not ready to leave this world. I have a good little girl brighten it - don't worry. Now be a good little child and go down to bed." she nodded and he stood. He helped her down the steps with a smile and watched her off before he left. He put his hands in his pockets and walked all the way to the graveyard house near the fence. He jumped the low fence and went to the back porch. He sat on the bench and sighed leaning back. It was late now.Â As well he smelled the faint wind brought scent of Moderns. They weren't a bother just yet.