Without delay, she instantly came up behind them, with a twist of her hand it went through the leader's shoulder, pulling out as he made a shrill noise.
"I missed." She commentated while looking at her arm, opening and closing her fingers whilst trying to remember the last time she had ever seen blood, let alone killed a human. Without looking up, her hand wave sent everything weapon around her flying as the men begun to scream.
"The vampire is real! Run!" They tried to disperse, but she quickly dragged them back through telekinesis. The wintry storm grew thicker, but her body no longer felt the cold nor did she care.
Running her hand through her messy bangs, she moved them out of her face and stared at the trespassers. "I believe you came onto my mountain to bring death," she hissed as they could barely breathe, suffocated by her presence. "As punishment, those of you who survive will warn the others to never come near here again."
With a flick, she sent them flying. She would prefer them alive and spread rumours about her, so no one would do something similar. She promised herself to not kill unnecessarily and yet here she was with a human's blood on her.
Turning around, the man wasn't exactly a corpse yet, just in pain. With a heavy sigh, she flung him as well before looking at the pitiful man. Was he also stabbed in the back? She wondered.
Pursing her lips, she stared briefly before leaving him behind. He could barely see her, or even move. She knew that if she threw him, he truly would be dead. Although selfish, she'd rather the cold take his life than she did with her own hands.
Unable to feel anything, she walked back to her mansion, passing by the children first and paying respects, a sorry for disturbing them before going back to planning. The next child she had to take was nearly of age, hopefully this time they'd be able to talk. She didn't want to take them before they reached the age of five, she could not care for a baby in the slightest, the touch of her skin alone would likely kill them due to sheer cold. As she began writing, she could hear a slight disturbance.
In the depths of the snow, she heard sloshing. Was it an animal? Or perhaps the human. She heard the harsh grunts as she presumed he was trying to live, but unfortunately there would be nowhere to go.
The more she wrote, the more the lines looked frantic and odd as the breaths grew nearer. She heard her mansion entrance door open and there was no shut. Only the sound of a body falling, and heavy grunting.
She wanted to leave him, but then snow would get inside, she was in no mood to clean or replace wet wood. She didn't want to ever leave this mansion if things were up to her.
Within a second, her body transported right in front of the man, looking down with fairly little concern. "You enter my mountain, disturb my peace, and now won't die in silence?" She asked him despite knowing he wouldn't answer. His body was shivering, he could barely stay conscious.
Walking over him, she ignored his grunt as her foot dug into his back and shut the door. Staring down at him, she flicked her wrist to put him down the hall, away from her door. If he really became a dead body, keeping him at the entrance would be painful.
There would be no way he would survive, even the internal temperature of the place was cold. She soon realized after awakening that she had simply grown used to her body being numb and freezing, no matter how warm she tried to make the house only ice would follow. The house was always stacked with firewood for the fireplace, and nicely decorated. No matter how hard she tried, she would never again feel the warmth of life around her.
Going to her room, she sighed and looked at the bed. She wondered about many things she'd thought of before, there was only so much creativity left after living for centuries. She missed her coffin, her continent, the days she played with the neighborhood children and took them to find herbs. No matter how hard she reminiscent, those days would surely never return.
Closing her eyes, she drifted off into sleep, hoping to wake up within the next few years. The child was nearly ready, she had plentiful food she prepared, and the man who appeared at her hallway should be dead.
As the silver-haired vampiress slept without a single stir, her uninvited guest was the opposite. With every fiber of his being, he struggle and thrashed as he tried to move, after fainting for a whole day he knew he needed to move.
His magic kept him alive, but only for so long. He needed a source of warmth, food to recover energy, and a way to treat his wounds.
Forcing his eyes open, the place was unfamiliar. A woman had saved him, he didn't even know of her name. She came from the sky and protected him, then silently left asking for nothing, even showing him the way to her abode. Above all else, she graciously put him in the hallway to warm-up.
Staggering, he leveled himself with his sword. Although slightly broken, he had managed to make it a walking stick as he navigated the halls, feeling warmer the farther he went, before landing in a large open room.
Wall to wall was complete glass, something expensive and he was in awe with. Not even the masters of the country could make such a beautiful pattern. Although beautiful, the place was nearly empty, other than a fireplace in the middle. On top were a few names, he couldn't make out the language, but the names were evidently former princes and princesses passed down in hidden history known only to royalty. All the fourth child.
Crouching down, he huddled at the fireplace. Although he had not seen her for awhile, he wondered if she was really that amazing and preset a fire for him, due to the overabundance of logs.
Feeling giddy, he begun to warm himself and conserve his magic which was keeping his internal temperature regulated. For now, the basics of survival and then work on who was hunting him, although he had a myriad of enemies, they ran their mouths and exposed their master, someone he swore to crush under his heel.