The rain poured heavily, accompanied by a strong breeze that rustled the trees. People in the town scurried back to their houses, seeking shelter from the storm. A young girl of age seven ran with all her might, her little legs moving swiftly as she clutched her favorite doll tightly. Her body was drenched, and her hair looked damp, but she didn't let that slow her down.
As she approached her house, she slowed down, her eyes fixed on the scene before her. The door was wide open, and a large figure wearing a white t-shirt and black pants stood in front of her mother.
Layla's heart sank, sensing something was off. She had never seen this man before, and her mother hadn't mentioned any visitors tonight. The stranger's stature and aura didn't seem guest-like, either.
She walked up to the scene, her eyes scanning the room. The stranger's presence made her feel uneasy. She stepped forward, her anticipating look turning into a mixture of fear and confusion.
As she approached closer, her eyes widened in horror. The man sank his fangs into the petite blonde woman - her mother. Time seemed to freeze as a drop of red liquid splattered onto the floor.
Layla pushed past the man, her voice trembling.
"M-Mommy...?" she called out, her eyes fixed on the growing pool of crimson blood. Her hands shook, and she dropped her doll.
All she saw was blood. She shook her mother vigorously, but there was no response.
"Mommy!!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room. The corpse dropped to the ground with a loud thud.
Layla approached the murderer, her hands covered in her mother's blood. The killer's white t-shirt was stained with blood, and his fangs were still protruding. Terror gripped her body as she picked up a log of wood lying on the floor.
The wind rustled the trees, and an unnatural sound filled the air as the creature disappeared into thin air.
Layla ran to her mother, her blood-stained hands shaking. She noticed her father lying dead beside her mother, both with the same two pierced marks on their necks.
Tears poured out of Layla's bright blue eyes as she knelt beside her parents. "Mommy, Daddy!" she shook them, trying to wake them.
"You can't leave me!" she cried, her lips trembling. She flung her small arms over her parents', holding onto them as if she could ward off anyone coming to take them away.
Layla stood crying, overcome with grief.
Hours passed, and she still sat beside her parents, staring at her blood-stained hands. The rain continued to pour outside, but she didn't notice. She was lost in her world of pain and sorrow.
"Layla," a familiar voice called out, breaking the silence.
Layla looked up to see her mother's sister, Aunt Maya, approaching her. She ran to her aunt, tears streaming down her face. "Aunt Maya... the vampire... Mommy... Daddy..." she sobbed, clinging to her aunt's neck.
Maya's eyes misted, but she held back her tears, trying to console her niece. "It's going to be okay... All's going to be fine," she whispered softly, her heart breaking at the news of her sister and brother-in-law's death.
"They're so bad," Layla whimpered. "Vampires are so bad."
Maya shut her eyes, and tears rolled down her cheek. "They are," she whispered, but not loud enough for Layla to hear. Not in a place where Vampires worked around humans.
Maya held Layla tightly, trying to calm her down. "Let's get out of here," she whispered.
Layla nodded, still staring at the corpses and the bloodstained floor.
Maya led her to the red car parked outside and drove away, leaving the tragic scene behind. The rain-soaked streets blurred together as they drove, but Layla didn't notice. She was lost in her grief, her world shattered by the events of the night.