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The sun shone on the lush green valley, basking it's vegetation in harsh, yet tender golden sunlight. The world was a light with a golden halo, as if angels were throwing rainbows of light everywhere.
Trees glowed brighter and birds sang their sweet melodies, the valley alive with the beautiful sounds of nature. Puffy white coluds floated like cotton candy pillows in the sky.
Narcissus and daffodils bloomed all over, smelling sweet and looking gay. The valley was covered with beauty wherever you looked.
It was a great start to a day.
But not for 9-year old Maggie.
She hated sunlight.
She stirred in her bed and opened her eyes slowly, not wanting her dream to end.
Maggie had the most huge, pure, olive green, innocent-looking eyes.
Her lashes were long and thick and curly.
She had a little round nose and freckels from one side of her face to the other, sprinkled across her nose.
She had pouty, big lips, and no matter how much she licked them, they never got chapped.
Her hair was a curly wild mass of red, reaching her hips and going below.
She was the type of person who would definetly be a model.
Maggie, at 9 years old, was not skinny and not fat, and definetly had her curves. If people needing a young model came to town, Maggie would win them over with her dimpled smile and dazzling figure.
Maggie was living proof that Irish red-haired beauties did not have quick tempers.
Maggie was quick and clever and intelligent and at age nine, was, well, a genius. She had skipped four grades and every teacher who had her would be quick to remember Maggie Blume, if it was either for her looks, her charms or her brains. Then, she had dropped out of school al togther. She didn't need it, and the teachers backed her up when she stood up to her mother.
But as Maggie opened her eyes this beautiful morning
a flash of black caught her eye. She wasn't sure if it was a mirage or of it was real, but she closed her eyes, lulling the intruder into a flase sense of security, just in case. If she screamed, who ever it was would only do worse to her. She peeped a bit and saw the flash again.
No, it most definetly wasn't a mirage.
She yawned loudly, stalling for time.
The intruder got the message and whizzed out the door.
Maggie knew what to do.
She tried to stand up, and lean on her elbows, but a ray of sunlight had fallen through the slanted window and was shining directly five inched from her. She did a karate move and tumbled to the other side of her bed. Then she quietly stood on her tiptoes and watched him run into the kitchen.
She took a black cord and tiptoed to the kitchen.
There, she saw him/her open the refrigirator door and peep inside.
This was her chance.
She grabbed a pan and hit him on the head, not hard enough for him to die or drop unconcious, just enough to surprise him.
He, surely enpugh, was surprised.
So Maggie took the chance and when he turned around, she attacked. She wrapped the cord around his arms and then his ankles.
"Listen here, you spy. I haven't discovered the formula yet, and I need quiet to do so. So when I have, and I have become a multi-millionare, you watch out. I'll have my own spies, and my own high-teach security." She gritted her teeth as she said this, and tightened the cord.
"So you watch out."
With a flourish, she tightened it the tightest it would go and watched the stranger's hands turn blue because she had cut off the circulation. His body turned rigid.
Maggie climbed onto his back and ripped off his mask.
"Another robot!" she gasped.
"When will these people stop testing me?" she said out loud.
And then she saw the tag on the robot's suit.
It wasn't the good people, The Robins.
It was the crows.
She suddenly heard wooshing sounds and glanced around.
The flashes of black were everwhere.
Maggie peered closer to the tag and saw that it had activated a tracking device.
She backed against the wall as they closed around her.
Suddenly, one of the black things came closer, dragging a human.
The human looked up and Maggie recognized the face, only it had aged and worn, the skin sagging and the eyes red, black circles below them.
"Dad?" Maggie whispered.
One of the robots fired at the wondow and the glass shattered. Another barely touched the counter top and it broke, spraying bits of expensive tiles everwhere.
The robot held his silver hand above her father's head, and Maggie understood.
She looked at her father's pale face, and he nodded.
Maggie broke down, crying. She knew it was time she told somebody the truth.
"I admit it, I did kill her, now please let my father go."
They did.
Maggie took her father's hand, gave him her winning smile and circled her finger in a semi-circle, asking him to come nearer.
He bent down, and Maggie gave the final test.
She lowered her fangs, and her father cried out in surprise but it was too late. They broke through her father's pale tender skin and sank lower, and lower and lower. Then she hit a huge vein and drank thirstily. She loved human flesh.
Then, when it was over, her tate buds returned.
she felt the way the blood tasted and threw up, eager to get the taste out of her mouth.
Then, the truth hit her.
"Dad, you're....one too?"
Grimly, he nodded his head.
"Just as I suspected." Maggie said happily.
TO BE CONTINUED
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