Post by Arashi Phoenix on May 12, 2007 17:11:26 GMT -5
A cool, slender hand carress the top of the tombstone gently. Had it been a human hand, it would have chilled at the touch of the cold stone. Yet, being dead, but not dead did have advantages, like not reacting badly to extreme temperatures. Arashi sighed slightly and picked up her hand, examining it. It was one of those nights where she questioned everything she knew. She had lost Rasha by getting up earlier than her sister, which she always did, and going out as soon as she was ready. She wanted to be alone. She was sure her sister would understand.
With a little noise from the back of her throat, she twisted around and sat down on the tombstone, looking around her. Everything seemed dead around here, so why was she alive? Why was she granted the power of immortality? She crossed her arms over her chest, and hunched her shoulders, pretending to look cold. Then, she stood up and threw a crimson rose on the grave she had been loitering around before moving off, to kneel by another grave.
She knew this grave well... It was of her first victim, after she had been let out of the caves. A refreshing kill, as the girl had not been kept in a cave for weeks. Arashi had savored it greatly.
Arashi looked up at the stars, her long hair flowing back. Since this girl was here, that meant that she and Rasha had made a full circle in their travels. Arashi hadn't even noticed, but yes... They were back to this town. Arashi sighed and almost felt like sobbing at all the years that were lost... But she didn't, for she was no longer human. She was a vampire, and vampires did not cry. They showed no emotion.
Arashi stood and walked out of the area of the grave, but not before leaving another dark rose. She headed towards the exit of the cemetary, but as she neared, something held her back. She sighed and sat disheartedly down on one of the benches that were there, serving as a place for loved ones to sit as they visited their dead.
From any other eye, she was a fragile girl. She did not look like a vampire, but a lost teen with no real home to go to. Perhaps she even looked like she was visiting dead parents.
She thought about how she might have looked from the casual passer-by's eye, and had to smirk. No, her father was alive, just as she was. Living off of blood, as she was. Who turned her father, she didn't think she would ever know. Same with her uncle. But, what did it matter, really?
With a little noise from the back of her throat, she twisted around and sat down on the tombstone, looking around her. Everything seemed dead around here, so why was she alive? Why was she granted the power of immortality? She crossed her arms over her chest, and hunched her shoulders, pretending to look cold. Then, she stood up and threw a crimson rose on the grave she had been loitering around before moving off, to kneel by another grave.
She knew this grave well... It was of her first victim, after she had been let out of the caves. A refreshing kill, as the girl had not been kept in a cave for weeks. Arashi had savored it greatly.
Arashi looked up at the stars, her long hair flowing back. Since this girl was here, that meant that she and Rasha had made a full circle in their travels. Arashi hadn't even noticed, but yes... They were back to this town. Arashi sighed and almost felt like sobbing at all the years that were lost... But she didn't, for she was no longer human. She was a vampire, and vampires did not cry. They showed no emotion.
Arashi stood and walked out of the area of the grave, but not before leaving another dark rose. She headed towards the exit of the cemetary, but as she neared, something held her back. She sighed and sat disheartedly down on one of the benches that were there, serving as a place for loved ones to sit as they visited their dead.
From any other eye, she was a fragile girl. She did not look like a vampire, but a lost teen with no real home to go to. Perhaps she even looked like she was visiting dead parents.
She thought about how she might have looked from the casual passer-by's eye, and had to smirk. No, her father was alive, just as she was. Living off of blood, as she was. Who turned her father, she didn't think she would ever know. Same with her uncle. But, what did it matter, really?
