Mirabelle had returned to her room the same time the others were dismissed. She lay on her stomach, facing the foot of the bed with her journal and an ink pen. She started in the beginning of the book, the first pages filled with just letters when she first learned to write over the past year. Hundreds of papers later laid smooth, gentle script, spilling out the stories of her past and of her present. She wrote of her dreams when she woke, and of her day before she’d close her eyes to rest. It was a book she kept hidden, just as she tried to do with her past.
”Another night with the nameless man. I’ve spent most my life with him, and yet I still don’t know his name. He continues to haunt my dreams, threatening my sanity. I also dream of Cassie, and who I’ll meet when he’s well enough to join us. I’ve only met him while he’s slept, the courage escaping my grasp each night the sun falls, to see him awake. I still remember the way he looked at me the first time he woke up. I don’t think he’ll ever remember who I am.”
She paused and then looked out her parted curtains, watching the rain pound against the window. She got up to sit in her window sill, bringing her things with her. Her bare toes curled against the wooden frame as she supported herself, glancing down at the grounds below. Mirabelle wondered what the sun felt like on her skin.. what warm grass felt like between her toes. She shifted her knees and opened the leather bound book once more.
”I don’t understand what separates us. I’ve come home to a broken family, and there’s nothing I can do to fix it. I’m not my mother, and I never will be. I hope they’re not where we’ll end up, because God knows we’re all already damned to hell.
Mirabelle closed the book and dropped it to the floor, making sure not to knock the candles over. The female vampire went over how she was going to tell Jane what she was, and what her purpose was here. Mirabelle didn’t need anyone, but with past events it seems as the men frowned upon leaving at night to feed. Mira never killed when she didn’t have to – finding those that were so utterly drunk on ale that they wouldn’t remember in the morning. Her tongue played against her fangs and let out a sigh. She was getting hungry and now was as good as time as ever.
Mira climbed from the window and looked for Reiji. She wanted to know if she could tell Jane so soon, wondering what he had planned.
”Rei?”
”Another night with the nameless man. I’ve spent most my life with him, and yet I still don’t know his name. He continues to haunt my dreams, threatening my sanity. I also dream of Cassie, and who I’ll meet when he’s well enough to join us. I’ve only met him while he’s slept, the courage escaping my grasp each night the sun falls, to see him awake. I still remember the way he looked at me the first time he woke up. I don’t think he’ll ever remember who I am.”
She paused and then looked out her parted curtains, watching the rain pound against the window. She got up to sit in her window sill, bringing her things with her. Her bare toes curled against the wooden frame as she supported herself, glancing down at the grounds below. Mirabelle wondered what the sun felt like on her skin.. what warm grass felt like between her toes. She shifted her knees and opened the leather bound book once more.
”I don’t understand what separates us. I’ve come home to a broken family, and there’s nothing I can do to fix it. I’m not my mother, and I never will be. I hope they’re not where we’ll end up, because God knows we’re all already damned to hell.
Mirabelle closed the book and dropped it to the floor, making sure not to knock the candles over. The female vampire went over how she was going to tell Jane what she was, and what her purpose was here. Mirabelle didn’t need anyone, but with past events it seems as the men frowned upon leaving at night to feed. Mira never killed when she didn’t have to – finding those that were so utterly drunk on ale that they wouldn’t remember in the morning. Her tongue played against her fangs and let out a sigh. She was getting hungry and now was as good as time as ever.
Mira climbed from the window and looked for Reiji. She wanted to know if she could tell Jane so soon, wondering what he had planned.
”Rei?”