Not the Right Shade

Memories, Where'd You Go?

It wasn't much but he doubted Sybil would complain. Sophia was starving her after all.

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It took some time to calm Sophia down enough so she wouldn't cause a disturbance. She was ranting about her wolf again, claiming her plan was fool proof with "with the kid". Cyril mentally sighed. It was only a few more days, then he could wash his hands of Sophia, until he could take his little Sybil and have asylum with Carlisle and his family.

Cyril hadn't talked to his creator since the early 90's, nearly two decades ago, but he knew the vegetarian vampire would do anything in his power to help his "son".

Sophia went out to feed again, being angry made her hungry. Seeing his chance, Cyil unlocked the bathroom's exterrior locks and entered.

The ginger man was greeted to the sight of a dark haired teen lying down in the tub with cheap headphones blasting punk music into her ears.Dark red eyes, very nearly black, lazily looked up at Cyril's face, and her pale mouth stretched into a wide smile.

"Cy!" she cheered, flashing over to him and pulling the man into a crack-causing hug.

"Hey Sybby-cup!" he chuckled, wincing slightly at the pressure of her grip. "How's my favorite newborn?"

Cyril had absolutely no intention of caring about Sybil at first. He was wholly prepared for a prepetually angsty tennager who woulf challenge him at every turn. Instead, he got an endearing and clingly girl who craved affection and could go under everybody's radar. He was surprised to see himself genualy care for the girl. It felt natural to be with her. She was like a daughter to him, or a little sister.

Th term daughter hurt less. "Little Sister" struck a cord within Cyril that left the corrosive feeling of regret.

Sybil giggled happily, her way of sayin, "I'm fine" without using words. She sighed happily and pressed her face further into Cyril's chest, the familiar smoky scent comforting to her.

"I've got you a present, Syb." he said, hiding the hand and shirt behind his back.

Sybil's dark eyes widened in excitment and she sat down on the toilet seat, throwing her iPod into the tub. That was the last present, which Cyril nicked off an unsuspecting kid. Sybil preferred her music loud. She was still adjusting to her hieten senses, and having all of them drowned out by loud rock music in a dark room. It helped her cope.

Cyril offered the hand first, knowing Sybil wasn't a very... clean eater. Blood dripped down her chin and onto her lap, staining her jeans. Her eyes brightened a bit. Once she was done, she pulled her off her torn long sleeve shirt and wiped her face with the cloth.

She tossed the hand into the trash can along with her shirt and looked up at her creator again. Cyril chuckled and handed her the shirt. Sybil took it sheepishly and pulled it over her arms, bashfully refusing to look at her previous shirt.

Cyril watched her carefully, trying to remember her face, her scent, her everything. he swallowed thickly, in a way to push down his cowardice. He walked over to Sybil and keeled to her height, and gently held her face in his hands. Dark red eyes gazed into his orange eyes, and Cyril sighed morosely.

"Remember how i said that I would do everything i could to protect you?" he asked. Sybil nodded. "And how i said i would keep you safe?' another nod. Cyril grimaced. "I'm gonna leave for a bit, only a bit," he stressed, seeing Sybil's worried face. "And then i'll be back, and the we can leave."

"For good?" she asked timidly.

Cyril pressed his forehead to hers and hummed in a comforting way. "For good. Promise."