AngelicGrace
Lonely Goth Gal ~ Mistress of Procrastination
- Joined
- Nov 5, 2009
- Location
- Northern Idaho
The night sky that night was absolutely stunning because it was almost as if you could see all the stars in the sky, at least from where the young vampire Arabella was sitting. She wasn't exactly in the city as she usually was, but in the forest that was next to the city because it reminded her of home. There were still some times that she still couldn't believe that she had been made a vampire and it was all thanks to Braxton, her sire. He had never fully explained why he had done it or why he had seen fit to murder her family all those centuries ago and what made it even worse to swallow sometimes was the fact that she had actually had sex with him. Many many many times before she had left him. She had left him because of the fact that she couldn't get over the fact that he had killed the rest of her family, but had seen fit to transform her into a vampire. There were so many times that she had wondered in the last 600 years what it would have been like to grow up and become older and live out her life before dying. Not that there weren't those chances of dying now, but they were a bit more slimmer than what it used to be when she had been human. Arabella hardly understood his decision and it still upset to this day. Even though she hadn't seen him in nearly 580 years. She had not been the most beautiful girl in her family, she had normal light brown hair that reached her shoulders and it was wavy. She had piercing green eyes that were very light now thanks to her becoming a vampire, but she had been human they had been like the lush green grass Ireland.
Ireland is where she had come from, though her parents gave her a more exotic name. Her sister, Rose, had been the most beautiful one in her family with her dark raven hair and her beautiful hazel eyes that had spoken of candle lit rooms and lush companionship. That was why Braxton's decision to turn her and not Rose. She had asked him many times, but he had never really given her an answer. It had been so hard to live with him and accept him into her body when he would not tell her the truth.
Arabella sighed softly as she sat up, her long white dress that had a white corset for the top and the bottom was made of silk because as most Vampires, she could afford the best. She hated to kill to feed, and that was why she didn't kill when she fed. But what else could you do when you are turned against your will? Most, so she had heard, had actually killed themselves instead of having to drink from humans, but she didn't want to die now. It was rather ironic that she wondered at times what death was like, but she didn't actually want to die yet.
She had been on her own for the most part of these past centuries and she had never fully taken that role as a seductive vampire. Sure, when her sexuality was provoked she could be a bit of a wild girl in bed, but she was not the kind of vampire that spread herself open for every man to have sex with. She had preferred her solitude to the company of a man and most often she drank from women because they at least would not pressure her into sleeping with them.
That night, though, with the stars looking so otherwordly, she felt the loneliness in her soul like never before and she wondered if that aching feeling inside of her heart would ever go away.
Ireland is where she had come from, though her parents gave her a more exotic name. Her sister, Rose, had been the most beautiful one in her family with her dark raven hair and her beautiful hazel eyes that had spoken of candle lit rooms and lush companionship. That was why Braxton's decision to turn her and not Rose. She had asked him many times, but he had never really given her an answer. It had been so hard to live with him and accept him into her body when he would not tell her the truth.
Arabella sighed softly as she sat up, her long white dress that had a white corset for the top and the bottom was made of silk because as most Vampires, she could afford the best. She hated to kill to feed, and that was why she didn't kill when she fed. But what else could you do when you are turned against your will? Most, so she had heard, had actually killed themselves instead of having to drink from humans, but she didn't want to die now. It was rather ironic that she wondered at times what death was like, but she didn't actually want to die yet.
She had been on her own for the most part of these past centuries and she had never fully taken that role as a seductive vampire. Sure, when her sexuality was provoked she could be a bit of a wild girl in bed, but she was not the kind of vampire that spread herself open for every man to have sex with. She had preferred her solitude to the company of a man and most often she drank from women because they at least would not pressure her into sleeping with them.
That night, though, with the stars looking so otherwordly, she felt the loneliness in her soul like never before and she wondered if that aching feeling inside of her heart would ever go away.