Beautiful.
The comment was always bluntly stated whenever the Shirabuki princess was around. It was made by the horrid and manipulative creatures that surrounded her daily.
But what is beauty?
Waist-length, golden honey hair that curled like a doll's ringlets. Sapphire eyes that were neither icy nor warm, but seem to burn blue flames. Soft, fragile skin that no one ever saw too much of. A pursed, full mouth that held a polite smile. A darling, white dress that flowed around a nimble body. Long, manicure fingers. A bell-like laugh. A powerful aura. Perfect teeth, complete with venomous fangs.
Was that beautiful?
Thirteen year old Sara starred in the mirror a little longer and tapped the flawless glass.
Was that really me in that mirror?
The angelic, looking teenager there was her?
Mirrors were said to be objects of witchcraft for centuries, so how could she be sure someone didn't place a perfect, human girl in front of her? But she knew that wasn't true. No thirteen year old human offspring could be as beautiful as her.
If people only knew what truly laid behind that delicate face they'd shy away when they bowed to me.
If someone, such as a beast as herself, could be so sadistic yet so beautiful; where was the balance?
Does this cruel, cruel world she was born into have no balance?
If the sinners looked like saints and the saints looked like sinners, how were you suppose to identify friend or foe?
All vampires looked graceful and beautiful. It was their beauty that followed them until their damned lives ended. And yet in the moment that they materialized they were still beautiful.
Even when their eyes flashed crimson. Even when they feed. Even when they stood over a lifeless, corpse -fangs gnawed at their sedated hunger.
Trust no one.
She decided that as she descended the staircase, under the watchful eyes of the beautiful, but still horrid and manipulative, gazes of the vampires that night.
And, yet, they will trust me.
She was such a higher being than them. Only her mind would be able to conjure these deep, heavy thoughts.
So as the young Shirabuki Pureblood princess entered her mother's wake that night.
She would smile -oh so softly- and nod -slight and current- and they -the beautiful creatures themselves- would never know...
"Sara-sama it grieves us all greatly to know that we've lost yet another Pureblood."
...That Anzu Shirabuki's murder stood before them.