Love Me?(Twinks)

[claire]

Claire was scared. She'd been let out of her orphange for the day, and now, she couldn't find her way back. The people who walked by didn't even try and help her find her way back. Probably because her shoes were scruffed up, her shirt worn and tattered in spots. She was only eleven, no parents, no home to call. She sniffed, and cried. She curled her knees up to her chest, trying to stop her tears. And she couldn't. The people walking on the night streets onle glimsped at her. They didn't try and ask her what was wrong, didn't try and comfort her, didn't try and nuture her. Claire was used to it now. She'd been abandoned for 9 years. If only her mother and father were here. She sniffed, snot trickling down onto her lip, intermixing with salt. She squeezed her eyes shut. Then someone's foot step's stopped.

She looked up, her eyes red from crying. "Hello?" She said, her Australian accent strong. The woman looked at her, like she was a speck of dust, and kept walking. It was all Claire needed to burst into tears again. She saw a little girl dressed in white linen, in the secure enviroment of her mother's hand and umbrella. Claire also noticed she had something in her hands. A Pullip Style dall in her hand. Claire had desperately fell in love with those dolls thanks to a magazine advertisement. She wanted them all. She sighed, though she knew the impossible.

The girl caught her eye, and ran over to her, leaving the safety of her mother. Claire was baffled. "Why are you crying?" She asked, her brown eyes inquiring Claire's answer. Claire blinked, before responding. "I..I don't know where my home is.." She said. The girl now blinked. "Why do you talk so funny?" She asked, then her mother came to tug on the girl's hand. Causing the girl to drop her doll. "Come, I'll buy you another doll, don't talk to strangers Elizabeth." Rose looked at the broken and shattered doll. She was just like that doll, broken and shattered into a million pieces. She bent into the puddled rain, not caring if she would get splashed on,kicked, or others. She cautiously took the doll into her hands, sure not to cut herself. "Your alone too..aren't you?"

[xxtwinklesxx]

Melanie checked her reflection with a smile and slipped onto her shoulder a new purse that Wrath had given her, among the many other presents he'd showered her in. Walking down the white carpetted stairs and out the door. In town wasn't more than a mile away and Melanie began her short walk into town rather than taking her car. It was pointless to do that, really.
Within 20 minutes maximum she was in town and walking the streets of LA. She was surprised. It was unlike her small town in England where most would be well in bed by now or heading there. Her eyes searched the crowd for any possible threat to her well being before continuing, hearing faintly in the distance a soft shatter of what seemed to be a porcelain doll.

Going towards that way forgetting her purpose in the city she walked quickly but unnoticably, she didn't want to stand out. Watching from about 30 feet away she glanced at the two little girls before the other one, who had dropped her doll returned to the safety of her mothers side.

Melanie watched the other little girl, maybe twelve years old and smiled fondly at her. LA this time of night wasn't an entirely pleasant place to be in, deciding to be who she was underneath of it all she slowly walked over to her, bending down so she was nearly at the child's height looking over her gently. "Are you all alone out here, honey?" Her brown eyes looked concerned as she sweeped back a lock of hair behind her ear, noticing in the girls face that she'd been crying.

[claire]

Claire couldn't bring her to look up at the voice speaking to her. She was afraid, they'd get taken away as well. As she tried to pull in breath, her voice shuddered from her crying. She looked at the voice through her blonde lashes. She was extremely pretty, Claire thought she kinda looked like her mother. That only filled Claire's eyes with tears more. She still held the doll in her hand, mumbling as she looked down. "Yes..I lost my way home.." She sniffed, putting a weird twist on her voice. She tried to act grown up.

But it was so hard! She was so young, so misguided, and abused in the love department. She used to have it all. But she lost it. She looked at the doll in her hands, "I don't know how to get there, and no one's helped me.." She said, her voice whining and scared. She cooked up a batch of tears again. Only if her mother and father were here, she wouldn't be crying, wouldn't be alone. Wouldn't be unloved. She bent her head foward, her blonde hair falling in her face, after the nice lady had removed it. She couldn't stop from crying, but the tears she'd held in for so long, had just filled, and the levee broke.

Tears dripped onto her shirt,jeans and the beautiful porclein doll. She wanted to look like that. The fragile face, the amazing blue eyes, the face anyone could love. She wanted to be loved. Wanted to be wanted. Her mouth pulled into a frown, as she cried. Why didn't anyone love her, what had she done wrong? She didn't think she did anything wrong. Or maybe she did. Maybe she's the reason her parents are dead. This only made Claire more sober with tears. Yes, she was.

[xxtwinklesxx]

Melanie looked at the small girl and smiled gently, quickly removing the lock of hair from her face behind her ear again. "Where is it that you live? Surely I could help you." Melanie didn't know much about the cities in California, but she would find a way to get the little girl home.

Frowning softly she looked at the girl, "I wish you wouldn't cry so, everything'll be fine." The last thing on Melanie's mind (thankfully) was feeding. And it was damn lucky for the girl as well. Even if she was hungry the only thing that would allow her to hurt a little girl like this, or any little girl would be if her hunger had driven her literally crazy she was so weak. She'd never let herself get so bad, neither would Wrath.

Melanie reached out her hand slightly for the girl, hoping the cold touch wouldn't bother her any seeing as her personality was very much polar opposite of her gestures towards the little girl. "Do you have no one? Is that why you are so upset?" Melanie's eyes searched the girls, clearing her thoughts so that her mind wouldn't mess with any of which that the girl had to say. If the girl was homeless and alone, surely she would talk to Wrath about this. Melanie wouldn't let it go undetected and left alone. She knew what it felt like to feel alone, and it didn't feel very good.

"What's your name? I'm Melanie." Melanie's smile was gentle and sweet still as she looked at the girl, searching in her eyes she could see and almost taste the fear pain and grief the girl felt, such a sad cold and lonely world for a little girl to live in.

[claire]

Claire tried to contain her tears, which were brought down to a minimum. She still hiccuped occasionaly, but that she couldn't help. She tried to be happy, but she couldn't force herself to smile. It was just too hard. "I..I live in an Orphanage." She gave the name, The Orphanage of God's gifts. Claire shuddered, from the tears. "I get moved every so often to a new one." Why was Claire telling a perfect stranger this? Claire could tell something was different about this girl, she was nicer, more motherly towards strangers. Claire felt slightly comforted, and slightly distrubed. She was only 11 years old, and was acting like she knew a perfect stranger, perfectly well.

"I have no one..my mother and father died when I was only two." She said, biting her lip to keep from crying. It took so much, to hold so much back, when she was so small. She looked into the ladies eyes. Her eyes were sad and mournful like the doll's almost. She all of a sudden threw herself around the ladie's neck. "Thank you for noticing me." She whispered like a little girl. She squeezed her eyes shut, and pinched her wrist, to make sure this wasn't a dream. Even if this lady didn't want her, Claire liked the feeling of be acknowledged. She opened her eyes, sure enough this was real, she was being talked to. Was being noticed. "Please don't go away."

Claire sniffed, careful not to get snot on the Melanie's pretty blonde hair. "I'm Claire. Claire..Danvers.." She said slowly, testing the name out, like it wasn't even her own. She knew it was though. It just didn't sound like it, because well, she never had to give anyone her name, expect foster's and orphanage's. And it wasn't like they even cared about her, they just wanted her to gain more money for their back pocket. And Claire hated all of them. Because they only had it out for themselves. And Claire needed nourishing and loving, not ignorancy. She smiled once more, and released her grasp on Melanie. Still beaming.

[xxtwinklesxx]

Melanie's eyes widened slightly and she gently ran her fingers through little Claire's hair, smiling slightly. "I wish you wouldn't cry so, it's a painful sight really." It was odd, holding on to Melanie Claire hadn't noticed the colder temperature of her body, the icy touch. It was a good thing, she wouldn't want to have to explain it to Claire when she was so young, had so much to live for. Her brain didn't need rotted with all of the fantasy that really wasn't fantasy.

"Well little one," Smiling quietly at the nickname she used. "I believe you have two options for yourself. Right now, you can either let me take you back to the orphanage, or you can come with me to meet my husband. He may be a little startled but I'm sure he wouldn't mind." Melanie wanted to snatch the poor thing up and never let her go. She held back the motherly feelings to wipe off Claire's tears by biting her lip slightly, careful not to make herself bleed and smiling. "It's entirely up to you, though I do believe we'll have to take you back to the orphanage.."

Melanie's heart sunk a little when she said this, she didn't want Claire to have to go back to such a place, where you had no one had nothing. It wasn't right for a little girl, or little boy to live in a place like that. Occasionally there were good orphanages, but not many. Melanie would definitely have to take Claire home to meet her husband, and in the mean time she would act as her mother so the crowd that was starting to disappear wouldn't notice anything.

Claire was a sweet girl and Melanie could sense that she needed love, Melanie would more than gladly give it to her, but first she would have to talk things over with her husband. Her stomach flipped slightly. He would love Claire, she was sure. But he was always so concerned with Melanie's safety. Melanie wouldn't let anything happen to Claire though; She knew that in her heart.

Melanie smiled at Claire, searching past her pupils into her mind. The girl had been through a lot, there was pain behind her eyes, betrayal and most certainly a lack of love and nourishing. She would be a beautiful girl when she was older, if she was put on the right track now. Melanie's thoughts pushed into Claire's eyes, insisting that Claire come home with Melanie; despite them being strangers.

There was a strange bond between the two of them already; human and non-human. Melanie technically should want the girl dead, see her as a meal or as prey. Something to make her "live". But All Melanie could feel was the want and need to protect her with everything she had. No harm would further come to this girl, Melanie would kill before it would.

[claire]

Claire was about to reject Melanie's offer, no matter how much she wanted to go. But then, something wrapped around her mind. Claire blinked, her almond shaped eyes dilating. Maybe, she should go. She suddenly felt warm, safe and secure. Yes, she would have to go with her. Maybe it would be the safest choice. Better then being popped around from place to place, with a high chance of being kidnapped. Claire snuck closer to Melanie to get that feeling. She could tell that this complete stranger was trying to hide any suspicion. She smiled, her eyes matching.
"I don't wanna go home to the orphanage." She said confidently. She stared at Melanie. And then her eyes grew in shock. She didn't realize how beautiful she was. She had the perfect face structure to almost match Claires. She placed her tiny hand on Melani'es tan skin. She was originally expecting warmth, but was surprised when she touched coldness. Her hand almost retailated completely. It felt so familier. So..dead. Claire looked at Melanie. "Your so cold.."
Then, she giggled, her eyes forming crescent moons as they closed. "I didn't know you got so cold in the rain!" She said, and took her hand away. But Rose was just covering up. She knew there was something more then just the rain behind the cold skin. She would ask later though, when and if Melanie adopted her. "Is your husband your prince Charming?" She asked. She recalled from fairytales that married people were like princesses and princes. She wondered if Melanie and her husband were the King and Queen, and Claire the princess.