Alone After All

Preface

She wore a 1800th century even though it was modern times. She looked eight years old so the outfit worked for her. On normal days she wore pants and a shirt so she could blend in better. She was, more or less, rich with money but robbed of one thing she could never have a women's body. She had blonde hair in spiral curl that was about shoulder length. She looked innocent but underneath it she was very powerful. Her skin was a pearly white and her eyes were a piercing green that could penetrate any soul. Her gestures were light and she seemed to glow. The vampire child's name was Annabelle, and she was over five hundred years old but not the oldest compare to some of the older vampires. She was a ruthless killer more than she wanted -or needed- to be. She was strong because of all the older vampire blood she drank. She doesn't take crap from just any one it has to be an older vampire that she doesn't have a chance up against. She was a ruthless killer. That's what all the vampires she ever met would say at least, and she was.

She knew a number of ways to kill the victim, so to speak. She could befriend them then kill them or give them some of her blood, letting them feel her power and wanting them to die. That what enthralled her the most. Soon she would go hunting the petty mortal souls. Her favorite way to kill one of them was to befriend them. After all who wouldn't trust an eight-year-old child. At least that's the way she looked. She was turned in London by a new vampire that couldn't bare the thought of killing a child. Instead he turned her into a killer. She would have killed him if he hadn't of run off. He was new and didn't know that after the transformation she needed human blood. But that was his fault.

Annabelle brushed the though other beloved maker out of her head. She went to go look for a true evildoer-her favorite. When Annabelle was finished she took to the sky(AN: Yeah i know she can fly), hoping to find another one of those vampire bars she began to like. After all you could only find the blood of an evildoer in one of those. It was hard to find a perfectly 'ripe' evildoer among this city. When Annabelle started to feel dizzy in the air she landed and started to look for her next victim. When she on top of one she decided to not play with her food but instead just finish the petty mortal's soul and started toward a bar she knew though it was not a vampire bar she could always find a good kill near by. The night was just beginning and this would be her third meal. It wouldn't be her last either she would kill again and again.

Annabelle walk down the street hoping to find someone to talk to. She was lonely now that her only fledging left her for a short period of time. She needed another immortal to talk to. She could turn another but then she would have to kill herself after all the second fledging wouldn't come close to her strength. She would have to find another one to make up until her apprentice Kayla came to stay with her. Dominic was right immortals can never be together forever but she wanted to prove him wrong. She WOULD prove him wrong. She had to leave him because she was beginning to be stronger than him. She couldn't handle being with a weaker maker. 'Yes my love' she thought, 'this is a savage garden and you are the maker of it no matter how much you want to disprove your own theory' this was entertaining to her she could lure any type of prey and seduce them even though she looked but a mere eight. She was extremely powerful after drinking from the queen, the oldest immortal living, but to a expense of not being able to kill herself when ever she wants to end this life of love and hell. At first it only made her mad but them she harness the power. She could not yet destroy her enemies with fire but she would get there. Annabelle started to walk the abandoned alleyways hoping to find someone to eat she was easily hungry especially after a fly from Paris where her turf lay to New York. This was her beloved's turf but now she didn't know she wanted to find another immortal to talk amongst but that was rare to find. She was one of the few that settled with herself at what she was a vampire. No other vampire could accept this matter of fact. For which reason she could understand. She loved being a vampire and never thought it as an eternity damnation though she did do 'under' and the though of why made her laugh at such vampiric immaturity.

The sidewalk echoed as the girl walked though the streets. She looked about

Fifteen and had a figure like a model. Her eyes gleamed a light sky blue, which she took pride in. She was a mortal oblivious to the creature that surrounded her life day by day. Vampire and werewolf only existed in fairytale and horror stories. That is what she said to herself silently every night, for apart of her could never accept that fact of life. She

walked around a corner, her hair flipped in the air. It shone of black, but had a hint of reddish brown highlights, and was down to about the middle of her back. Her bangs were carved around her face to outline her facial structure. She wore dark blue jeans close to the color black but blue enough to know they were blue. Her shirt was of a sky blue and she had a matching silk blue scarf around her neck. Her black boots clunked against the

pavement. She wondered the streets as she thought about her past; how her father was a drunk and used to abuse her. She looked at her arms there were still a few bruises there from the last clash with him. Her name was Jessica, she preferred Jessy as an alternative. She wound up after a few more streets in front of a club, across the street from where her brother and her mother were buried.

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