Post by beth on Oct 6, 2006 14:21:31 GMT -5
If there was ever a night for death to roam the earth, it was this night. The beautiful blue moon lingered in the sky large and bright. It illuminated each and ever grave stone, that was impaled into the ground, marking a place of where a body lay. Each glistening little plaque held a different name, a different being. Whether that person had been old and brittle, or young and forsaken of their life. Young in the eyes of a vampire was different then young in the eyes of a human. Beth saw herself as young. And she saw many teens that strut around the streets in their tube tops and mini skirt.. as babies.
But away from the ages of the undead. Beth’s slender and lean body stood in front of a lone grave, of which no other little marble stone plaques graced it’s presence around. The cold night wind picked up Beth’s white dress, the lacy bottoms lifting just lightly up off of the ground. Hugging her upper body of the dress was a white corset, graced upon it was her bleach blonde hair, laying across her chest and arms with meager delight. Her eyes were darkened with the blackest of black eyeliner and mascara, making her aluminous emerald eyes glare with the ferocity of a firefly in the dead of night. The autumn leaves around Beth from the weeping willow looming over the grave stone shuffled along her feet. Few daring to land on her foot, while the others lifted off of the stones name to reveal whom Beth stood at that night, in her almost glowing white attire..
Tristan Lane
Beth’s narrowed eyes darkly thinned even more as she read the engraved name. Her bare arm lifted slowly up, gripping the same shoulder the limb was connected to. Nimble fingertips grazed themselves over the two thin marks brimming her neckline, taking a moment to stroke the creface of her neck. Her long blonde hair became caught beneath her fingertips, pulling on the many limp curls. Because the curls had become limp and calm, they were merely waves in her hair like that of in the ocean.
Rolling her head slowly to the site, her fingers fell back down to the side of the rest of her white dress, brushing along the top of her thigh, the fabric numbing her fingers the moment she caressed the silk. Her bare left foot took a small step backwards, a little leaf crunching beneath Beth’s limber weight. Her hips allowed Beth to pivot, and turned around to leave the grave alone, though not before she lifted her other hand very slowly. A beautiful red rose remained in her hand as she turned back just briefly, tossing the rose by the stem onto the grave stone. Her emerald eyes stared, quavering for a minute as she stared. The bottom of her throat burned as she remembered..
But with a mere swallow, the burning disappeared. Her body turned back once more, allowing Beth’s slender legs to slide along the silky bottom part of the dress. Her white corset that was made with the gown hugged her upper body and tone stomach tightly, making sure not to move much even as she walked, her hips slightly swaying. A small church up on the top of the hill was someplace the vampire was suspecting herself to go to. But she only paused, her body bending at the waist and allowing a bottle to become trapped beneath her fingertips. A dark green wine bottle lifted up off the grassy ground, coming up with Beth’s body as she moved. Her top of the bottle pressed against her plump pink lips, letting them part only for a moment, a taste of the blood red wine falling into her mouth and slipping down her throat. Tilting the glass back forwards, Beth let it rest upon the middle of her chest lightly, the corset was slightly digging into the upper part of her chest, as she needed a bigger cup size expectingly within it.
What sins could she repent for tonight..
But away from the ages of the undead. Beth’s slender and lean body stood in front of a lone grave, of which no other little marble stone plaques graced it’s presence around. The cold night wind picked up Beth’s white dress, the lacy bottoms lifting just lightly up off of the ground. Hugging her upper body of the dress was a white corset, graced upon it was her bleach blonde hair, laying across her chest and arms with meager delight. Her eyes were darkened with the blackest of black eyeliner and mascara, making her aluminous emerald eyes glare with the ferocity of a firefly in the dead of night. The autumn leaves around Beth from the weeping willow looming over the grave stone shuffled along her feet. Few daring to land on her foot, while the others lifted off of the stones name to reveal whom Beth stood at that night, in her almost glowing white attire..
Tristan Lane
Beth’s narrowed eyes darkly thinned even more as she read the engraved name. Her bare arm lifted slowly up, gripping the same shoulder the limb was connected to. Nimble fingertips grazed themselves over the two thin marks brimming her neckline, taking a moment to stroke the creface of her neck. Her long blonde hair became caught beneath her fingertips, pulling on the many limp curls. Because the curls had become limp and calm, they were merely waves in her hair like that of in the ocean.
Rolling her head slowly to the site, her fingers fell back down to the side of the rest of her white dress, brushing along the top of her thigh, the fabric numbing her fingers the moment she caressed the silk. Her bare left foot took a small step backwards, a little leaf crunching beneath Beth’s limber weight. Her hips allowed Beth to pivot, and turned around to leave the grave alone, though not before she lifted her other hand very slowly. A beautiful red rose remained in her hand as she turned back just briefly, tossing the rose by the stem onto the grave stone. Her emerald eyes stared, quavering for a minute as she stared. The bottom of her throat burned as she remembered..
But with a mere swallow, the burning disappeared. Her body turned back once more, allowing Beth’s slender legs to slide along the silky bottom part of the dress. Her white corset that was made with the gown hugged her upper body and tone stomach tightly, making sure not to move much even as she walked, her hips slightly swaying. A small church up on the top of the hill was someplace the vampire was suspecting herself to go to. But she only paused, her body bending at the waist and allowing a bottle to become trapped beneath her fingertips. A dark green wine bottle lifted up off the grassy ground, coming up with Beth’s body as she moved. Her top of the bottle pressed against her plump pink lips, letting them part only for a moment, a taste of the blood red wine falling into her mouth and slipping down her throat. Tilting the glass back forwards, Beth let it rest upon the middle of her chest lightly, the corset was slightly digging into the upper part of her chest, as she needed a bigger cup size expectingly within it.
What sins could she repent for tonight..