Post by Selene on Dec 31, 2009 1:43:41 GMT -5
Cold blue eyes scanned the cemetary with a lack of interest. She flipped her black hair behind her shoulders and leaned back against the willow tree that stood tall at the corner of the cementary. The branches sway softly against the whispers of the wind. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the headstones that was long forgotten like her.
Sighing, she closed her eyes and breathed slowly listening to her own heart beating steady. This was her life, a void of nothing. She couldn't feel, she couldn't cry. It was like she had ice running through her veins than blood. Vidia has heard the whispers as she walked. A freak, Ice Queen. They were all right, she had no feelings. She lost those feelings years ago and she didn't miss them either.
She ran her tongue over her lower lip as memories of coutless faces that she has seen that never made eyes contact with her. Dead eyes is what they say. Cold eyes that seem to stare right into your soul and causing a shiver to run through your spine at the disturbing gaze. She lifted her lashes and observed the bright moon. The whole scene was like a classic black and white horror film with the white moon and cloudes slowly moving in front off. She was half expecting to hear a howl in a few or a chainsaw.
A howl? Werewolves, she wondered if there was some around. She wouldn't doubt it, if there was vamps then there has to be lycans. Wonder if she was going to see any of them? Time will tell, her eyes darken from a baby blue to an icy blue. Vidia lifted her hands and pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear. What to do? What to do? she thought. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her pin striped black slacks and then fixed her white button-up that wasn't button all the way. The top of her creamy white breasts was visable along with a hint of her lacy pink bra.
She wrinkled her nose, debating of she wanted to go the club, Liquid Silver to get a drink and watched as her fellow kind waste their life away with...fun. Disgust crossed her face, she didn't see the point about dancing and drinking a life away, but then again she has been seeking danger. To find a vampire, to watch them kills with such grace. How can a murder be so quick? What was it like to look into the eyes of killer that was so beautiful that you wouldn't mind that you died? Mmm...death.
She can still hear the scream the night her parents died. The splatter blood and the lifeless forms laying there with their throat shredded. A coy smile curled her lush lips as she thought about the pain that they felt. Serves them right for the hell they put her through. Ah yes, she was a freak. She was sick in the head, but she loved it. Her dead eyes glittered as she lifted her head to the night sky.
Sighing, she closed her eyes and breathed slowly listening to her own heart beating steady. This was her life, a void of nothing. She couldn't feel, she couldn't cry. It was like she had ice running through her veins than blood. Vidia has heard the whispers as she walked. A freak, Ice Queen. They were all right, she had no feelings. She lost those feelings years ago and she didn't miss them either.
She ran her tongue over her lower lip as memories of coutless faces that she has seen that never made eyes contact with her. Dead eyes is what they say. Cold eyes that seem to stare right into your soul and causing a shiver to run through your spine at the disturbing gaze. She lifted her lashes and observed the bright moon. The whole scene was like a classic black and white horror film with the white moon and cloudes slowly moving in front off. She was half expecting to hear a howl in a few or a chainsaw.
A howl? Werewolves, she wondered if there was some around. She wouldn't doubt it, if there was vamps then there has to be lycans. Wonder if she was going to see any of them? Time will tell, her eyes darken from a baby blue to an icy blue. Vidia lifted her hands and pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear. What to do? What to do? she thought. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her pin striped black slacks and then fixed her white button-up that wasn't button all the way. The top of her creamy white breasts was visable along with a hint of her lacy pink bra.
She wrinkled her nose, debating of she wanted to go the club, Liquid Silver to get a drink and watched as her fellow kind waste their life away with...fun. Disgust crossed her face, she didn't see the point about dancing and drinking a life away, but then again she has been seeking danger. To find a vampire, to watch them kills with such grace. How can a murder be so quick? What was it like to look into the eyes of killer that was so beautiful that you wouldn't mind that you died? Mmm...death.
She can still hear the scream the night her parents died. The splatter blood and the lifeless forms laying there with their throat shredded. A coy smile curled her lush lips as she thought about the pain that they felt. Serves them right for the hell they put her through. Ah yes, she was a freak. She was sick in the head, but she loved it. Her dead eyes glittered as she lifted her head to the night sky.