Chapter 40; Orella

*Life always offers you a second change,it's called tomorrow.*

--anonymous

I didn't make it. I stood stunned,the red headed girl was on the ground,holding the side of her butom. In that instant I was left speechless as unnatural eyes looked up at me,both fear and horror clear in her different coloured and slitted eyes. One was a green and blue while the other was purple and white. A there was this small curve that went through both eyes,like an arch. I stared a second longer before I bent down and held a hand out,but she began to stutter and scrambled back as if burned. My shoulders slumped and my eyes softened.

"It's alright. I won't hurt you,I'm here to help, though I really don't like thieves. So next time please ask one of the maids before you take one of the cookies from that jar,no offence but those are for my friends." I say retracting my hand and tilting my head studying the girl that had curled in on herself against the side of the floor cupboards,her skinny frame shaking. She shook her head, unbelieving. I stood up.

"Alrighty then,since you're hungry I'll prepare some food for you,I suggest you sit on the kitchen island and wait,if the butler's find you wandering the hallways you'll find that you no longer will have a head." I joked as I placed the stool back in its place by the island and took out a frying pan and a small black pot that smelled of clay and a little tinge of dirt,only discernable through my heightened senses. She kept herself in the corner her eyes never leaving me as I worked. I gave a tired sigh,knowing that she probably knew what I was and therefore was afraid of me.

"What if I sang to you? Will that make you stand and sit in a more comfortable position?" I ask as I began to rinse some vegetables and onions. She gave me a look of confusion as I glanced briefly over my shoulder to discern her expression. I grinned slyly as I went back to work. "I'm sorry,but you look like a kid to me,so if I treat you like you are one then forgive me but I can't exactly stop myself." I say as I picked out a knife and began to chop the onions after peeling it's outsides and removing the core and heating the frying pan.

"I-I-I am a-a ki-kid." She stutters out softly to softly for anyone to hear.

"So...." I drawled giving her a lazy smile," shall I sing for you or for simple fun?" I ask once again. No answers,not even a shake or nod,she was studying me. I grin.

"Then for fun. But I warn you I'm singing a lullaby." I hummed playfully no response. I stirred the now frying onions and veggies and began to work on the meat. There was a slight shuffling and stamping before the stool loudly scraped against the ground,the girl sitting down.

"I'm Khaleesi,by the way." I hummed.

"Koooo-kaábura sits on and old gum treé__ Mé-ry,mery king of the bus is heeé_

Laugh, kookaburra,laugh.

Gay your life must beeé." I sang making my voice soft and creating a gentleness to the room as I hummed and sang. When suddenly I heard stifled laughter from the girl as I sang the word 'gay'. I pursed my lips trying not to laugh with her.

"It's not that 'gay',this gay means happiness, joy,a gleeness." I say trying to defend the sweet melody my parents had sung when I was young.

"Sure it is." No more stuttering,good. I grinned and gently flipped the chopped meat into the pan then added water to the black pot and then grains of salt and rice.

"It is!" I argued back. "look it up in the dictionary if you don't believe me." I say my voice high pitched as I try to defend the innocent word. "Plus you said you're a kid you're not supposed to know about that word yet!" I say stirring the rice slightly before I whirled over to the fridge taking out a bag of blood and a bottle of wine.

"Not my fault my parents are gay." She grumbled softly then her eyes widen as realisation struck her,she realised I could hear her. I grinned.

"Yes I heard." I say and poured some wine and then blood in to a glass fit for wine. Sipping a bit after mixing it,ahhhh,much better than blood without flavour.

" Orella." She suddenly says, fiddling with her bandages. My head snapped up.

"Orella?" I paused as I mulled over the simple word."Is that your name?" I ask. She gave a curt nod. Nodding in satisfaction at the progress I turned towards the stove and began to work on the food once more.

"Why aren't you.....you know....?" She trailed off still fidgeting.

"Drinking your blood? Cause there is no appeal to it. It's smells like a toxicity, something that might kill me if I even took a drop,so no thank you,I'd rather keep that blood inside of you where it belongs than sip a poison as if it were a pleasant meal." I say as I dialled the stove down.

".....Oh.....this isn't awkward at all." She mumbles. A short burst of giggles slipped past my lips as I shook my head.

"To you maybe to me it feels like a typical time in my kitchen." I say and dropped a plate filled with perfectly spiced and grilled stir-fry and rice. "There's dinner,now eat up, everything." I say and sat down watching her eat. Before I started to sing once again and before I knew it the kid was done and started to doze off. I smiled and picked her up starting up the stairs in Super speed before placing her in the covers of her bed and closing the door behind her.