Peh

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I'd like you to meet Peh. In actuality Peh is just a nickname, her real name was lost long ago. While she might not look it, she is actual several hundred years old. While indeed she still retains her cute and cuddly looks of a fruit bat she is actually a vampire bat... well she is a vampire fruit bat... let me explain.
Back in the 1700s or so she was at the time getting to the old age of 22. She lived in a small village in what is now the park. Due to her age and lack of a husband she was shunned by several members of her village, not many however enough to get on her nerves. She has always been the sensitive type, over reacting to some of the smallest things. So when she would be mocked at by the other women in the village she would often lock herself in her home for a period of time until she was able to calm herself down. It could be days or even weeks between times she would be seen, which would be the case on a faithful day.
One night after she had locked herself away and exhausted herself from anger, the village was ambushed by a ruthless group of vampires. Many were either killed, gobbled up, or drained of their blood during the attack. Any body found after was given the chance to be a slave, with the possibility of food, or join their group of vampires. Most of her villagers being bible worshiping goodies, they refused to even think about joining them. They were gone in a week. Peh on the other hand accepted the offer and with a bite to her neck she was in. She was the only one from her village to survive. Soon after they had drained every last bit of the village's resources they set it ablaze and headed off from village to village plundering and destroying most that stood in their way.
With her newly found vampire-ism, she became age less, never growing a day older no matter how long she lived. However she was terribly vulnerable to sunlight, yeah none of that sparkle BS. From the moment she would step into the sunlight she'd feel weak, after 5 minutes she'd be sick and have trouble walking, 15 minutes and she'd be close to being immobile, after 30 minutes comes death. She also learned how to turn others into vampires, and drink blood through her fangs.
Through her adventures with the group she formed a liking for the children of the villages that they destroyed. More commonly when the children refused to join them she'd happily offer to unbirth them rather then have the others eat them. This would continue for several years, 63 to be exact before she decided to live on her own.
Fast forward to nowadays. She lives on her own, deep in the forested area around the current park and the town alike. She has kept up with current times. She bought a car back in the 1950's, sure by now the engine is missing however from the inside it still looks nice and new. She was able to get a house made in a rather large tree which happens to go right through her home. To help save the little money she has left she lights her home with candles and instead of buying food she simple noms on any body passing by that she happens to witness from her tree top view. In more recent times she had a rope latter installed for any visitors that lack the ability to fly. Despite the fact that in her 300+ years of living she has not once left the country, even though her voice has a soft hint of a british accent.
She still has the sympathy for children that she had for when she was with the group, however her simple compassion has taken a more lustful turn in the past years. From time to time she'll witness a lost child in the woods, or one trying to make their way home after sneaking off to the park. More than often she'd invite them into her tree to stay the night. If they accept her invite she'd usually offer them the chance to undress her or even let her make them a vampire like herself. Very rarely do they decline the first half, thought she have yet to have one let her bite them. Often enough though she'd somehow convince those who decline her offer to let her send them down her throat, or up her cunt, or elsewhere.
Her small liking of children has almost become an addiction where she would go out of her way and sometimes even during the day to get one in her paws, usually in the form of a babysitting job offer. Call her a pedophile all you want, she hasn't changed for the past 300 years, and she isn't planning on changing now.