Rayana, a black haired young looking woman was resting on the shore of a small lake, it had been a while since she had set foot upon these lands. Her black dressed was pooled around her as she sat on the shore, not caring that sand was getting on the expensive and silky looking fabric. This person was not one to seemingly care for appearances, although her well kept looks seemed to mean exactly that. As always, appearances could fool even the most well meaning of people.
She was looking down at the moon as it reflected on the water, her eyes shining a pure red color when the light caught her face. In a way, she seemed ethereal as she was sitting there, as a fleeting image that would disppeared if you were to look away even for only a second. Her pale skin was like carved marble and her expressionless face told of many things and yet nothing. Her hands were innocently sitting on her lap, slightly pointy nails being the only sign of what they could truly become should she feel threatened.
Nail polish wasn't something that she used because it would tear off and get tainted too soon. Such was the like of one fit to kill, one that had to end the life of another to survive themselves. No lasting family, no friends and a fear of being discovered although she had overcome such a fear in the earliest days of her long, very long life. It simply did not bother her anymore. It might be a selfish view to hold, but she simply chose survival over superfluous emotions, like caring.
If she was to care deeply for any that crossed her path, she would die only too soon of a broken heart and spirit. Such was her life, cursed as it was, never to care, never to love. She had been foolish to believe in such things as happily ever after once or twice, but those dreams of her's had been crushed to the point where she had wanted to end her cursed life. But she hadn't, in fact, she could not bring herself to do the deed. As cowardly as it might sound, she feared ending her own life because she did not know where she was to go.
For she had sinned, many more times than she cared to count. Perhaps it was too late for her, perhaps one day some fortunate soul would end her life and she would make sure whoever it was would come with her despite the vampire actually being the one who was at fault for all her life. Indeed, mixed feelings were the turmoil seeping into her everlasting soul, her conscious struggling to stay away from the thoughts running through her mind.
She was looking down at the moon as it reflected on the water, her eyes shining a pure red color when the light caught her face. In a way, she seemed ethereal as she was sitting there, as a fleeting image that would disppeared if you were to look away even for only a second. Her pale skin was like carved marble and her expressionless face told of many things and yet nothing. Her hands were innocently sitting on her lap, slightly pointy nails being the only sign of what they could truly become should she feel threatened.
Nail polish wasn't something that she used because it would tear off and get tainted too soon. Such was the like of one fit to kill, one that had to end the life of another to survive themselves. No lasting family, no friends and a fear of being discovered although she had overcome such a fear in the earliest days of her long, very long life. It simply did not bother her anymore. It might be a selfish view to hold, but she simply chose survival over superfluous emotions, like caring.
If she was to care deeply for any that crossed her path, she would die only too soon of a broken heart and spirit. Such was her life, cursed as it was, never to care, never to love. She had been foolish to believe in such things as happily ever after once or twice, but those dreams of her's had been crushed to the point where she had wanted to end her cursed life. But she hadn't, in fact, she could not bring herself to do the deed. As cowardly as it might sound, she feared ending her own life because she did not know where she was to go.
For she had sinned, many more times than she cared to count. Perhaps it was too late for her, perhaps one day some fortunate soul would end her life and she would make sure whoever it was would come with her despite the vampire actually being the one who was at fault for all her life. Indeed, mixed feelings were the turmoil seeping into her everlasting soul, her conscious struggling to stay away from the thoughts running through her mind.