The little girl wandered deeper and deeper into the forest. The sun was slowly setting and she knew that she had only a few hours of precious daylight left. She kept walking through, though she knew she was going in circles.
The little girl was a bit worried now. She was terribly lost, and she was completely sure shed never been in this part of the forest before. As she climbed the next hill, the wind started howling with an eerie sound. She kept going. After all, what else was there to do ?
Then she saw a light in the distance. Faint, but clear in the slowly fading daylight. Even better, it was coming her way. A lantern of some sort, she guessed.
Moments later, her guess proved to be correct, and the tall stranger that held the lantern looked nice, though she could hardly make out his features, all dressed in black as he was. As far as she could tell, he was old enough to be her father, and he looked strong, though he wasnt all that broad. There was just something in his eyes that convinced the little girl that this was not the sort of guy you ought to mess around with.
Why hello there, little girl, what are you doing here all alone in the forest ? This is a dangerous place, you know.
-Yes sir, Im sorry sir, but Im kind of lost, you see.
-you what ?
I do. See, I mean. I do see that you are kind of lost
-Aha, I see.
you do ?
good, said the tall stranger;
But still, he continued, the forest can be a dangerous place for a little girl like you. Why dont you join me in my castle for the night, and then Ill return you to your village first thing in the morning. The girl hesitated. For a brief moment. Then she followed the man through the forest, because after all, a castle is a castle.
The little girl followed the strange man through the forest for several hours. A little tired, they both eventually arrived at the massive oaken gates, that opened at the strangers command.
Inside, the man noticed that the girl was almost sleeping where she stood. Already slumbering, the little girl looked up into the strangers eyes, and she found them to have a strange, reddish glow. Strange, she thought, and then she collapsed sleeping into his arms.
The Count, for that was what the strange man actually was, waited a few hours before he rose from his bed, still fully dressed. Silently, he walked through the halls and corridors of his, now darkened, castle. Without making the faintest noise, he sneaked into the room where he had placed the little girl, hours before.
When he opened the door, he found the little girl standing with her back to him, clearly already awake. There was something in the way she stood there, all hunched, and bathing in the reddish glow of the only torch in the room, that made the count uneasy. And when she spoke, her voice was nothing like that of a little girl anymore.
Know what, Count ? you should really be more careful who you pick up at night, the forest can be a dangerous place, you know.
As she turned around, the Count tried to scream. The next moment, he realised that the thing he was looking at in his lap were in fact his lungs, so he gave up on the screaming part, and went straight ahead to the bleeding slowly to death part.
As his lifeless eyes turned to the ceiling, the little girl cleaned her hands on his expensive black clothes, leaving behind a reddish stain. She grinned, and wondered if it was too late to get picked up in the forest by her next victim for the night.