Type M Blood: Part Twenty-One

It was dark outside. Ash half walked, half crawled through dry fields of grass. Her vision was blurry, but she could just barely make out the outline of a swing set, and beyond that, a house.

"Just a little farther," she whispered in a hoarse voice.

With the edges of her vision turning black, Ash collapsed by the back door of the house.

Daylight found Ash passed out on the back porch of a large, Victorian style house. A tall woman with thick red hair pulled back in a loose bun opened the back door. She looked down at the girl collapsed on her back porch.

"What is it, Mama?"

The redhead woman stepped over Ash. "Hush, Taiga. Go back inside with Tundra. I'll take care of this."

The woman picked Ash up and carried her into the house. The woman gently laid Ash on a white couch in the living room. She took off Ash's leather jacket and tucked a green blanket around Ash. With one final glance at her mysterious visitor, the woman walked back into the kitchen to her dark-haired twins.

The End

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