Post by resarue on Jul 24, 2008 16:10:50 GMT -5
~When the air is still, and your home next to your fires...a knock comes to your door. One knock. You know not to open it, for it is the undead, there to enforce the thousand year old rule. Inviting in a vampire constitutes the surrender of your blood and soul. For once you open that door....Once you step into the dark night, they will come.~
She laid that night calm. A light snow blanketing all that surrounded her. It hadn't been long since she'd eaten. Climbing into a tree just a few hours earlier she settled herself into a small nook to see if Sleep would come for her. Bella knew that if it did, perhaps, for the first time in months, she would dream, but it was no use. She left her body in a trance and hummed her lullaby softly.
No one knew wether or not she was part siren, but her song attracted all. Humans, Vampires, animals, ever were Creatures. She was not far from the road of the park, and didn't care. To be seen would mean only that her existance was still apart of the real world, but her soul dead. It had been weeks as well that conversation had passed her lips.
Hopping down she began to walk. She was an angel. Angel of the cold unknown. Damned to her frozen icy prison. The least she could do to occupy her eternity was to find a companion, or a friend. Anyone who seemed to share her pain, and were deemed worthy. Alas, she was alone. A frozen tear fell from her eye as she wandered aimlessly in the snow.
She laid that night calm. A light snow blanketing all that surrounded her. It hadn't been long since she'd eaten. Climbing into a tree just a few hours earlier she settled herself into a small nook to see if Sleep would come for her. Bella knew that if it did, perhaps, for the first time in months, she would dream, but it was no use. She left her body in a trance and hummed her lullaby softly.
No one knew wether or not she was part siren, but her song attracted all. Humans, Vampires, animals, ever were Creatures. She was not far from the road of the park, and didn't care. To be seen would mean only that her existance was still apart of the real world, but her soul dead. It had been weeks as well that conversation had passed her lips.
Hopping down she began to walk. She was an angel. Angel of the cold unknown. Damned to her frozen icy prison. The least she could do to occupy her eternity was to find a companion, or a friend. Anyone who seemed to share her pain, and were deemed worthy. Alas, she was alone. A frozen tear fell from her eye as she wandered aimlessly in the snow.