There was a girl whose eyes held worlds. Men would come to stare into them, they saw infinite possibilities, worlds where they were kings and paupers. Filled with happiness they had never known and sadness they could never wish for. She blinked and the world went dark.
A man is given the gift of glimpsing the future, only for a moment and a time and place he cannot define. He fears it will be lost on a mundane vision. At night the gift comes to him. He sees a girl, grown, in a lobby, marbled, gilded. She, smartly dressed spins on her toes, her hair swirls in snow eddies and he sees a smile. He lies back, relaxed and fearless.
In their house is a clock without hour and minute hands. The days seem long, thousands of seconds tick as the sun and moon switch. But the moments are brief and passing, demarcated quickly and lost, pushed away by the next one. The owners of the clock stare at it, unsure how to proceed. They grow old and the moments are lost in search of the hours.
A couple, normal, give birth to a female creature. At night the creature comes to them with a fury and feeds on the woman. The man tries to determine what she is, vampire? She wails and takes. He watches as the woman and child glow at the feedings. He hopes she will come to him to feed. During the day, she is transformed and asleep, he speaks to her, begging to be taken.
A girl sleeps in a crib made of bone and flesh, there is a heartbeat on the mattress where her head lays. It is warm and comforting. She wakes only to feed then returns to the familiar heartbeat.