Mirabelle had been in her room for the last couple of days, sorting through the new clothes her brother had gotten her and going through her old things. There was a tired expression on her face as she refused to sleep – staying awake during the day time with the curtain cracked enough to let in the light without letting any direct rays come across her bed. When the sun would set, she would set about lighting every candle and lantern in her room, sitting deathly quiet as she listened to the rest of the home. Mirabelle didn’t feel safe here, and she wondered if she ever would.
When the knock occurred on her door, she looked up from the window well she was sitting in and let out a gentle sigh, watching as he opened her other window. “Do I really have to go to this?” She asked rhetorically, getting up to take the dress from her dresser. She looked it over and let out a light, unlady like snort. “You are to never hire them again.” She muttered and laid the dress out over her bed, retrieving the small pouch holding sewing materials so that she could fix a few stitches. The dress was perfect, but Mirabelle had a tendency to find something wrong with the most beautiful things. Life could be cruel if you let it.
She picked the dress up and held it against the front of her as she walked over to the full length mirror placed on her wall. She looked at her face. Mirabelle was so pale but it gave her skin a porcelain touch – her features were so perfect she looked like a doll. Mirabelle had the body of a woman and eyes that told a thousand stories when she didn’t have her guard up. “I was supposed to be here.” She whispered. “Waiting for father to find someone for I to marry. A baby at fourteen. Now look at me..” She muttered. Mirabelle chewed on the inside of her cheek until he drew blood. She hadn’t fed in so long – Mirabelle hated to feed. She hated what she was. That is until she lost the little bit of humanity she had left and savored the power it gave her when she fed until she’d pass out.
The female vampire stripped there in front of the mirror and then stepped into her dress, looking over her shoulder to Shuu, a silent gesture for him to adjust the back of her gown, lace her corset and then tie it tight. Her hair was already done, having it down and curled to the best of her ability, her hands and face freshly washed. Mirabelle really was a beautiful girl, but she only saw the things that were wrong with her. Saw the things that everyone else had pointed it out the days she was a slave – the men saying she was too fragile or too weak, too scarred and not afraid enough.. anything to get the price down a little farther. She remembered when she ripped their throats out after she was changed. The scars that had riddled her body had disappeared, but the scars on her heart would take more time than that.
Belle put a fake smile on her face, one that brightened her eyes and could have fooled anyone as she looked at Shuu through the mirror, watching as dressed her. Mirabelle had yet to taste the one that belonged to her, but she didn’t dare. Not yet. Brother told her to try and keep him alive. If she fed on her own, he would have no chance – and he could be such good company…