Twilight-Roleplay Contest: Cyra (MUC)

Title: All it took was a small-town Forks

Author: TheName'sBob

Summary: Cyra never smiled. Never. That was, until, she came to Forks.

Word Count: 579

Disclaimer: Cyra is an MUC belonging to the Twilight Roleplay! The plot is 100% mine, but was created around the roleplay.

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Cyra was cold hearted – that's all she had been, for the past a thousand years. She'd travelled round the world many times, visited lots of vampires, and killed quite a few humans.

A few being about thirty times more than the years she had been alive. If you could call it that.

You see, like those she had visited, Cyra, too, was a vampire. No, not some silly Dracula with a high collar, sleeping in a coffin or turning into a bat.

Cyra was, in fact, a vampire who sparkled in the sunlight (yes, exactly like a fairy), could not sleep at all and wore just ordinary clothes, typically plain black trousers and a white blouse.

Upon her face, however, there was a somewhat permanent scowl. Nobody knows what put it there, it just is.

Surprisingly, Cyra herself does not know, either. It appears that life has turned her sour.

In the thirties, Cyra took to playing with her food. She preferred then men, going out with them for few weeks, perhaps marrying them if it progressed fast. During the night, she would murder them, never being discovered and being left everything that one man had.

Towards the forties, Cyra began to enjoy more children, grabbing them as they walked down the street, climbing in through the window and stealing them away. Parents were left devastated, yet somehow, Cyra did not care.

Women and children were easier to take in the fifties – Cyra had kept a few children spare, bonding with the mothers at the schools, eventually killing them if they happened to come round for dinner...not knowing, of course, that they were dinner.

After that, Cyra just attacked randomly. Police were still baffled, parents still grieving, houses left empty. C

Worldwide, Cyra had done bad.

Now, though, Cyra had heard of something – a place where there was supernatural on the brink of being revealed...

A tiny place named Forks, where there were wolves, werewolves, hybrids and plenty more vampires.

Not that she would interact with them, obviously. All she fancied was the competition over food.

As a large, white house seeped into view, Cyra began to regret her decision almost immediately – yes, vampires clearly lived here, humans came by often...yet not often enough...

She was greeted, welcomed, but al l they got in return was a scowl with a glare. These weren't vampires! They had gold eyes, and drained only animals.

Cyra was disgusted. How could such beautiful creatures do such a dreadful thing? Did they not feel as she did? Vampires were created to kill humans! It helped them to breed more, didn't it, overall?

Furrowing her brow, Cyra left the house, taking instead to killing humans not too far from Forks. Sometimes she visited the large house, yet she mostly kept to herself.

Silence had fallen in the centre of the forest. She, Cyra, had found the Cullens. Had found Forks.

Something twitched in her face. Could it be...?

It was. It was a smile.

Because in some way, Forks had changed Cyra. She had seen how other vampires lived. That was enough for her.

Now, at least, she had a home.

And, she had smiled.

And that, my readers, is what makes Cyra, Cyra. She smiles to herself, but her face seems to be a permanent scowl to everybody else. Nobody knows why, not even her.