And so it Begins

[infernia]

A young red head walked through the streets. She looked human. Her pale white skin seemed to contradict that though. It was as though she walked right out of a casket straight from the graveyard. It could be true. It could not be true. Mystery seemed to shrowd the young girl.

She was of above average height. The girl stood at around 5 ft 7 in. She stopped for a moment, thinking to have heard thunder. She smirked slightly as she continued to walk. She had her small headphones in her ears. They looked more like buds. The song 'Moondance' played. It was a beautiful instrumental. The girl quietly hummed along with the music. It seemed to soothe her troubled mind at the moment.

The young vampiress stepped onto the bridge. Her steps were silent. So quiet a pin could drop and be heard. The girl stopped for a moment, sniffing the air. It smelt of humidity. A storm would be rolling in soon. A small smile crossed her lips, though it wasn't enough to show her razor sharp fangs. The girl was eager for the rain. The scent of a human girl then crossed her nose. She smirked slightly. She was thirsty for some blood, but would by pass that desire for now.

[AKREE]

Wounds, blood, flesh, cold, white, eyes, wide, rolling, seeing nothing, limp, pale, unmoving, unthinking, dead. I remember something quite similar to that, hauling a pale limb body to this very bridge, watching its eyes to the sky, starring at everything, yet seeing nothing. It was a daunting task to haul a body around a bridge like this one to threw it down to the waters below, I was lucky at that time to have Vincent around to help me. Such a dedicated underboss, he brought tears of happiness to my eyes… well not really. If it ever brought tears to my eyes it was because he stabbed something in them, but blah, let’s not talk about that, we’re reminiscing in the past, now aren’t we? I couldn’t quite recall why we were doing that; I wouldn’t doubt if it was because both of us got bored, but it probably was something to do with Izan, either way it mattered little. What did mattered was that I was just remembering how we hauled that body to the middle of the bridge and waved it good-bye as it fell into the river. In fact, now that I really think of it, that body was never found. Well, I must say that was a job well done for such a thing to happen. Then again, who knows what happened to it, it could have gotten stuck on something under water and stayed there, the flesh ebbing away from the bone and floating in tendrils in the water making quite the fish food. Hm, now that I think about maybe it really did become fish food, or else it just took a good long trip downriver…

Ah, what a lovely memory.

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