Sasha started to stand up. I guess it's time I went back to the library. He thought to himself still ashamed of his terrible act. Before he left he heard something from inside the woman's house. He was instantly horrified to hear the voice of a little girl asking<span style="color: #FFBFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"> "Mommy, where are you?"</span></span></span>He quickly became human again. And rushed to the door to stop her from looking outside.<br/><br/>He now saw in the dark, a 4 year old girl holding a stuffed animal and a blanket. She reminded him of Natalia all those years ago. He took a deep breath and talked very slowly trying his hardest not to speak with an accent.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"> <span style="color: #90B0B0">"Little girl, wh-ere is your father?"</span></span></span>She looked at him and replied sleepily<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"> <span style="color: #FFBFFF">"I don't have a father anymore."</span></span></span>This troubled him, He did not want her to be an orphan, like he was. So He asked her,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #90B0B0"><span style="font-style: italic">"Is there anyone who you could stay with?"</span></span></span>She looked at him curiously now, and said.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBFFF">"I don't know, why?"[/color</span>] He sighed, and replied,<span style="font-weight: bold">[color=#90B0B0] "I'm afraid your mother has gone away for a bit. But if you'd like you can stay with me for a little while."</span></span> </span>What was he doing, trying to add kidnapping to his list of crimes?!. The girl yawned and said<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBFFF">"Okay, when do you think mommy will be back?"</span></span></span>He moved closer, and picked her up into his arms. Resting her head against his chest so she couldn't see.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #90B0B0"><span style="font-style: italic">"I don't know, I'm sure it won't be long."</span></span></span>He didn't really know what he planned to do. He just wasn't going to let her be another Natalia.<br/><br/>He then went back onto the street, passing the body of her mother. And went straight to the library. Not the best place for her, but it will have to do until he could find better accommodations.  He slipped in through the back entrance. Went to his room, and placed her on the bed, as she was now asleep. He decided it would best to do an over night guard duty, like he used to in the military. So he grabbed his array of weapons, and a chair, and put them in front of the door. Then sat down and waited till morning. Wondering if her mother had run thinking of herself, or if to try to lure him away from the girl. But there was no way to know for sure now.<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>Swarmed? That didn't comfort her. I'll have to be more careful from now on. Kiyoko thought to herself, now smile and wish them a good night.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0000">"Alright, I hope you feel better. Have a nice night you two."</span></span></span>She then went the rest of the way to the theater. Thinking that had gone pretty well.<br/><br/>She went up to her place unlocking the door and stepping inside. She looked around but her father seemed to still be out. So she filled the fridge with her goodies, and had just finished when Degnar walked it.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0000">"Hello father, I put more food in the fridge."</span></span></span>Greeting him with a deadpan voice. She knew she didn't have to pretend with him. He probably knows her better than she knows herself.<br/><br/>He was wearing his business suit, and looked as handsome as always. He had a kind of distinguished mysterious look to him. And looked to be in his late thirties perhaps. But he was old enough to be her 28th generation grand father. He then looked over at her and nodded, saying.<span style="color: #4000FF"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Oh, how did it go?"</span></span></span>She started to rely the nights events to him, as they sat down on the couch. She then got to the part with the boy and girl.<span style="font-weight: bold"> <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0000">"I met some new ghouls too. The male seemed to be attacked by a werewolf but the girl seemed to be more concerned about her sister. And yet insulted her home, I don't get that."</span></span></span>She looked at him hoping for some answers. He thought about it for a second and then replied,<span style="color: #4000FF"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"She is probably simply concerned that her sister isn't living the right kind of life."</span></span></span><br/><br/>She sighed,<span style="font-weight: bold"> <span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">"There is still so much about people I don't understand."</span></span></span>He smiled at her, the smile that only he could do, the one that always comforted her.<span style="color: #4000FF"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"I know my darling, but you will learn, in time. Now would you like to watch some movies and try to analyse some human behavior?"</span></span></span>He always knew just what to do to cheer her up. She then used a cheery tone, and replied.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0000">"Of course!"</span></span></span>Degnar stood up, and walked over to the kitchen.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"> <span style="color: #4000FF">"Great, pick one out and I'll make us some coffee."</span></span></span>If anyone could make her happy, it was her father.