Heavy mist.

I was a girl of 16.My hair as long as ravens.My eyes as yellow as crows.Hobbies many called loco.But I use them as rituals.For I have a hidden power.The hidden power to see the dead.I danced around the grave stones, my hair flowing lightly.The mist danced upon my bare ankels and feet.My pale sin made me look gohstly.As well did a white worn dress knee hig then fanned like an umbrella when a spun.It has strps but the where not tied.The strings hung loosly.Making my dress the wonderfull dress my mother died in strapless.I remember her clearly.As she died in my hands.As I killed her with my hands.Blood on the dress was dark red.Around the chest area.Around the heart.I sang a song as I danced.It was dark and echoed in the moonlight.No stars out.Just me and the Orange moon.So I thought:

"Restless beings
I set you Free
From your grave down below.
Dance with me
And you'lll see.
That I am theone you louth."

I continued to dance this very night.My hair fluttering in the wind.My eyes closing slowly then opening quickly.Not knowing someone may be watching.

She stopped in her tracks turned and looked at the girl,"It's a hobbie." she simpley said.

"Ezmerelda." she smiled at him and shook his hand,"I see the dead." she felt stupid saying this and looked nervous waiting for a reactiomn.

She gave a smile,"I never worry." she said wit a twirl her skirt fluttered slightly,"I don't ever worry I actually find vampres interestng.My parents where vampires you know..."

Yes..." she said with amuzement..