Post by Lady Enelya on Mar 14, 2005 10:15:12 GMT -5
The darkness settled over the city bringing with it a deep-rooted fear that penetrated her to her core. Dropping down from her vantage point, she surveyed the city one last time realising, as she did every night, that this may be the last time she saw it.
The night was filled with hunters; she was only one of them, her instincts heightened in the quickly darkening sky. Sunnydale was a dangerous place to live now; the woods were filled with danger, the city streets more so.
It was a war zone, with more divisions and sides than she dare think about. Sometimes it was hard to know what side you were on. She was beautiful, there had been no doubt of that, but she didn’t care. Her grey green eyes filled with remembered pain, he had been so handsome, and she barely 18, he had flattered her told her everything. Instinctively her hands found her throat and felt the place he had desecrated her, taken her life, and her innocence. For over 200 years she had dwelt on her hate, on what she had lost, and hoped for the day when she could have her revenge on him!
She returned from the past, as she smelt a human near by, the blood lust threatened to take hold, but instead of tracking the form, she circled around, taking the long route away from the being. She did not want to be in that place again, instead she went to see Meleane her donor, a witch who let her drink every other night to keep her strength up.
A short time later, as the moon rose to it’s peak, she left the small magic shop, her lips a deep red, the colour of ripe berries. She wiped her mouth one last time, and headed back into the city. She wondered if there was anywhere in the city tonight that was worth hanging out in.
The night was filled with hunters; she was only one of them, her instincts heightened in the quickly darkening sky. Sunnydale was a dangerous place to live now; the woods were filled with danger, the city streets more so.
It was a war zone, with more divisions and sides than she dare think about. Sometimes it was hard to know what side you were on. She was beautiful, there had been no doubt of that, but she didn’t care. Her grey green eyes filled with remembered pain, he had been so handsome, and she barely 18, he had flattered her told her everything. Instinctively her hands found her throat and felt the place he had desecrated her, taken her life, and her innocence. For over 200 years she had dwelt on her hate, on what she had lost, and hoped for the day when she could have her revenge on him!
She returned from the past, as she smelt a human near by, the blood lust threatened to take hold, but instead of tracking the form, she circled around, taking the long route away from the being. She did not want to be in that place again, instead she went to see Meleane her donor, a witch who let her drink every other night to keep her strength up.
A short time later, as the moon rose to it’s peak, she left the small magic shop, her lips a deep red, the colour of ripe berries. She wiped her mouth one last time, and headed back into the city. She wondered if there was anywhere in the city tonight that was worth hanging out in.
