"Don't let the light touch you." Said Molly, "Not for a few days, anyway. Don't make the mistake that Enoch and Williams made by thinking this is all a bad dream." Muriel shook and shivered as she felt all the heat leave her body. Her bones ached and she was fading in and out of consciousness.

"It's going to feel like you're dying. You are. But when you are finished dying you will live and be like me." Molly's voice was high pitched and soft, as you would expect a small girl's voice to be, but in this moment it filled Muriel with dread. What was happening?

"You..." Muriel croaked. "You killed Enoch..."

"No." said Molly, "I gave him a gift, but he didn't love me. He didn't listen." Muriel clutched her sides as her insides boiled. She felt like she was being torn apart. She scurried for the door.

"You can go." Molly said, nonchalantly, "Just remember what I said. Stay out of the light, and then we can be together forever." Muriel looked back in horror at the beautiful little girl, at the monster inside her, at the darkness that exuded from her. Muriel threw up and then took to her feet, dizzy and stumbling. She fell down the stairs and tumbled out onto the porch. The moon was so bright tonight, it hurt her eyes to look at it. She ran across the street to where her family was staying, threw open the door and quickly locked it behind her. She headed for the stairs and blacked out.

...

Muriel woke up in her bed with her mother and father packing their things. They were getting ready to head back out west to the farm.

"Good morning, darling" Said her mom in her chipper British accent. She happened to look over at Muriel just as she woke up.

"Mmm..." Muriel grunted, she still felt sick to her stomach, and she was cold. Actually she was running a dangerously high fever, but she never felt so cold in her life.

"It's so dark in here, darling, let's open some windows." Her mother said as she reached for the shutters. Muriel quickly pulled the blankets over her head as her mother flung open the shutters and light invaded the room.

"No light!" She shouted, muffled by the blankets as she remembered what Molly had said to her the night before.

"But, honey, it's so dark in-"

"I said no light!" She shouted from under the blankets.

"Okay..." Said her mother as she closed the shutters. "You know, you had a terrible fall last night. We had to carry you up the stairs to bed." Her mother was silent for a bit. "And now you're sensitive to light. Makes me wonder how much alcohol you consumed last night!" She snapped.

"Mother, I've never touched alcohol in my life." Said Muriel. "I'm just sick. Sick like Enoch was." She paused. "I may be contagious..." She lied. She knew you couldn't catch this, not from proximity. You had to drink from Molly's blood. It was so dark, so frightening, so delicious.

"Well, we have to get ready to go." Said her mother. "We are on the train back to the farm today."

"I ain't going nowhere." Said Muriel.

"You aren't going anywhere" Her very British mother corrected, "And yes, you are. You're going to have to face that hangover at some point." she said annoyed. Muriel pulled the blankets of her face and tried to stand up. She was still shaking. Her whole body ached and she could barely focus, but she stood. Muriel's mother opened the door with a bag in hand, as she tried to exit the room the door slammed shut and hit her in the face, sending her toppling over backwards. She looked up to see Muriel standing over her with her hand extended towards the door.

"We ain't goin' nowhere." said Muriel softly. Suddenly a dark and terrible hunger came over her. She thirsted for something she'd only tasted once before, and recently. She had an uncontrollable to urge to consume blood, and lots of it. She looked down at her mother lying on the floor, blood now careening down her face out of her nose. Muriel calmly bent over and licked the blood from her mother's face.

"Muriel!" said her father, who until now had been silently packing a bag. "That is revolting!" Muriel craned her neck backwards so she could see him properly. She smiled.

"You're next!" Suddenly Muriel's teeth sharpened into fangs and her eyes burned red. She lunged towards her father and sank her teeth into his neck. He screamed as blood spurt out from his jugular, drenching Muriel's night gown and staining the floor. Muriel's mother watched in horror as her husband was torn apart, limb from limb, and feasted on by her daughter. She vomited and screamed as the love of her life was rendered asunder by her baby girl.

Muriel slowly took to her feet and looked at her mother with the same dreadful red eyes.

"I love you, Molech." She said.