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[CrimsonMoon]

A figure crouched in the shadows of an alley way, watching the thinning crowds of the marketplace as the sun began to set, eyes flickering from one face to another.

Who? Who? Who?

Who would be their next victim... The figure sinks deeper into the shadows when a pair of guards pass... Guards were cocky so... Maybe they would be... Or maybe that man with the silk robes...

The pick-pocket keeps searching until their eyes light upon one figure... Perfect

[coldcompany]

Small, delicate booted feet smacked against the ground in wobbly, clumsy steps. Most of the young childs skin was covered in a thick leather over-jacket, the pale thatch-colored dress underneath sewed jaggedly at the ends as if the aged ends were cut and sewn repeatedly. Her aged-corn bangs were tied to the side, in a short, stubby braid. In her hands, despite her unseemly dress, was a nice, well put together basket.

Its contents steamed slightly, the cloth over it dainty, telling a story of wealth that wouldn't be seen on first glance. The girl pauses in her stumble-walk down the street and steps to the side out of the moving human stream of walkers. "Smells delicious..." she mutters to herself, a dreamy sigh escaping her lips, "Isn't that right, Peck?" her K carries, ending with a U sound. Nodding her head up and down 'Peck' as she addressed, was nowhere in sight.

[CrimsonMoon]

The figure smiles, quickly melting from the shadows and into the thinning crowd as he followed the girl. Well.. It was hard whether to say whether the figure was a he or a she based on how slender and feminine they appeared but with a certain masculinity...

He/she closes in easily, hanging back to see where this would go

[coldcompany]

The child rustles around in the basket a few more seconds before stepping back into the crowd. Casting a small glance up at the sky, "You don't think it's gonna rain, do you Peck?" A few people step around her, ignoring her presence. A few toss confused, and the reproachful looks at her as they hear her talking to herself. "Don't want missus' order to get ruined."

[CrimsonMoon]

Gentle hands rest on her shoulders," Oh! Ah! I'm sorry, Ithought you were someone else!" The figure quickly lets go, his hands dropping discretly yet usin the tiny breeze of air to get a glance of what was in the basket," That was bery rude of me... Please forgive me!" It turned out, the figure really was a young man who had a dazzling smile and an eye patch... A scar sliding from beneath the eyepatch was partly hidden by his blonde locks

[coldcompany]

The child blinks up at him, her green eyes wide as saucers. "Oh!" she shifts the basket on her arm, the contents that of bread, and rich meat. A red box pokes out of the end of the cloth, the design that of a jewelry box. "S'not... not that big of matter, sir. No harm done," Her small boots shuffle on the ground, and she just stares. She doesn't drop her gaze in bashfulness as her looks suggested she would, but instead gawks like a newborn babe.

[CrimsonMoon]

The young man smiles weakly,"... Do you stare at my eye, little one?" He asks gently, looking suddenly interested. A servant... She could lead him easily to a treasure trove!

[coldcompany]

"No--well I mean, yeah," she finally blinks, realizing that she had been taught, that staring was rude, and being rude was bad. "Just looks like it really hurt," she traces a finger down her face, over her eye, the eye that he had injured on his face. "S'a pretty big scar,"

[CrimsonMoon]

The boy just smiles and ruffles her hair good naturedly," It's alright, hon. It doesn't hurt anymore," He leans down and smiles playfully at her, his charm nearly irrisistable," But... As an apology, I could escort you back home, what do you say?" He muses

[coldcompany]

"im glad it don't," At his proposition, she opens her mouth to what seems like object, before her jaws snap shut and she nods. "Okay mist'a, you dont have to do that though, ain't not trouble for me getting back home."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Whenthe sun sets, the creeps come out, besides... It'd be impolite for me to let such a cute girl walk alone without some company," He bows in flourish, gazing back up at her with his grey eye," my name is Alucard, but you can call me Alucard... Or Drakula..."

[coldcompany]

She smiles, swaying side to side as she readjusts her basket on her small arm. "Its nice to meet you, Mr. Alucard. My names Winnie," her ears twitch underneath her hair, the pale tops sticking out from underneath the layers. "Winnie Foster."

[CrimsonMoon]

" The pleasure is mine," he murmurs with a bob of his head, offering her his arm," Shall we get you home Miss Winnie?"

[coldcompany]

"Mm!" she reaches up and loops her arm with his, "Its not that much farther off,"

[CrimsonMoon]

He chuckles faintly and nods," I'll protect you Miss Winnie, have no fear," He muses

[coldcompany]

"If you say so," she chimes. She shakes the basket a bit, knocking the cloth back into place with the little justle. "Then it mu~st be true."

[CrimsonMoon]

He couldn't help an feel a bit villainously evil about picking out such a trusting child and a little bad too... He wouldn't harm this one:. She seemed content with her master so... Maybe they weren't so bad.

He follows her, he knew as the sun sunk in the sky, people worse than he began to appear... So this could count as his good deed of the day. Alucard didn't even need to use his eye to know that filthy eyes were watching them...

[coldcompany]

Soft, tuneless humming drifts from her as she walks along. Her eyes glanced up to the side as they started passing by a low, half a foot tall stone wall. There was no gate in the gap where the walkway of stones led down to the house; its exterior layered with cobble stone.

It was an okay size, for someone just well off enough to own a young servant and something other than wood to make their house with. "This is where we live," she announces, gesturing to the building.

[CrimsonMoon]

He couldnt help but be a little disappointed," Ah... It's very pleadant." i'd love to check it out later tonight...

[coldcompany]

"Mm!" she waves the basket by her side happily, "Mistress likes this place," she lets go of his hand, and looks to the other side of the street for a brief moment before smiling up at him, "Thanks mister Alucard,"