<dl class="codebox"><dt>Chan's Car | <a href="javascript: void(0);" onclick="var spoiler = this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('dd')[0]; if ( spoiler.style.display == 'none' ) { spoiler.style.display = 'block'; this.innerHTML = '-'; } else { spoiler.style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '+'; };">+</a></dt><dd style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="http://s6.postimg.org/dazbs7s9t/Chan_s_Hearse1.jpg">[ img ]</a><a class="postlink" href="http://sherwoodco.com/Galleries/JoesGallery/CustomCars/images/CadillacHearse.jpg">[ img ]</a><a class="postlink" href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVWMQ5nZvd8/SgycBUgXDeI/AAAAAAAABf8/BFmptyJ96wI/s400/Hot+rod+hearse.jpg">[ img ]</a></dd></dl><br/><br/>A custom Cadillac Hearse rolled through town. Nobody blinked an eye. The driver smirked as he drove up a dirt road just on the outskirts of town. It was a dead end, rarely used. At the end of it was an old house long since forgotten. The outside was run down - chipping paint, climbing vines, overgrown weeds the only thing seeming to be alive in a dead yard. An old wooden sign swung outside, creaking on a pole in the wind. What the sign said had long since faded and was now unreadable.<br/><br/>The hearse rolled up and parked. Out stepped a 6'9" teenage boy. His slim figure made him appear taller than he was. His skin was pale and corpse-like. It was a sharp contrast to the black clothes he wore. He ran a hand through his spiky hair, his sharp and pointed black fingernails blending in with it. He licked his black lips. As he ascended the creaking wooden steps out front he could smell the stench of a human.<br/><br/>Chan put his key in the door and unlocked it, swinging the creaking door open. He stepped inside and slammed it shut behind him.  The inside didn't match the outside at all. It was newer and more cared for, looking lived in. There was boxes scattered about. In the middle of the living room, emptying boxes, sat a little girl dressed in a much more colorful outfit then what he usually wore. A pink and white floral bandana covered her nearly bald head. He bared his fangs. Even coming up the steps he could hear the tiny heartbeat. It certainly wasn't his. His didn't beat. His one red and one white eye locked in on her, though only one saw.<br/><br/><span style="color: #7DF9FF">"You're home!"</span>She'd stopped what she was doing when she heard his car pulled up and had waited for him to walk in. She got up and ran to him, trying not to trip on things, hugging him around the waist and squeezing him as tight as she could. He could feel the warmth of her living body against his. She felt no warmth at all. His body was as cold as a cadaver.<br/><br/>He growled as he removed her arms from around her waist.<span style="color: #FDF5E6">"Get off me, girl! Do you have to pester me as soon as I come home?!"</span><br/><br/>Garland giggled, not intimidated in the least by the vampire's demeanor. She was used to it. She followed him around, babbling about all the neat stuff she'd been finding in the boxes - his stuff.<br/><br/>He made his way into the kitchen, taking out medicine and whatnot almost mechanically.<span style="color: #FDF5E6">"Don't you have better things to do then to go through my shit?!"</span><br/><br/>She stopped and looked at him as he gave her her medication.<span style="color: #7DF9FF">"Like what?"</span><br/><br/>He rolled his eyes.<span style="color: #FDF5E6">"I don't know, like leave and find a real family for once!"</span><br/><br/>She thought for a moment.<span style="color: #7DF9FF">"Hmmm..."</span>She smiled.<span style="color: #7DF9FF">"Nope."</span><br/><br/>He made his way through the house & opened a door in the dining room. He descended the stairs in the dark, the child following close behind. Her tiny hands held onto him for balance as she couldn't see where they were going. The door had closed behind her, making the stairway pitch black.<br/><br/>As they reached the bottom, he flipped a switch, revealing what used to be the morgue of the funeral home. Apparently nobody had bothered to convert it or even clean it out. As soon as the light came on, bats started to swarm. The girl gasped and squealed, frightened as she held onto him.<span style="color: #7DF9FF">"Do something!"</span>She squealed as one swooped down low.<br/><br/>He reached up and snagged one out of the air. It squealed and hissed in his hand. He brought it up to his lips and sank his fangs into it, draining it of blood. He tossed it to the ground. He picked up the child and held her against him, shielding her from the flying creatures, as he made his way over to a door that led to the outside. He opened it and held it for the creatures to exit out into the night.<br/><br/>The screeching had stopped. The only sound remaining was the sobbing of a frightened child. He knew it wasn't from seeing him drain an animal. She'd seen that before. Hell, she's seen much worse. She'd seen him kill humans before and not once batted an eye. But she was still a child - a human child.<span style="font-style: italic">She deserves to be with a human family, not you.</span>His mind screamed at him. He knew it was true. Yet he never could convince her of such things. And as much as he wanted to make her think he hated her and didn't want her around the truth was he'd miss her if she ever left.<br/><br/>But what was he to do now? He was a vampire pretending to be a human pretending to be a vampire. And now he had a sick human child that wasn't even his to take care of. He couldn't join with the vampires. They'd kill her. He couldn't join with the humans. They'd kill him. He couldn't join with the weres. They'd kill them both. And the witches & everyone else? Who knows what they'd do but he was sure it wouldn't be pleasant. No, they were alone. And there was only one thing he could do at this point.<br/><br/>He carried her upstairs to put her to bed, with her still sobbing in his arms. He was her family now, the Church of Helios or anybody else be damned if they try to change that!