Broken Princess

By the Princess of Mirkwood

her nails are bleeding

she has bitten them too hard

no matter

they heal instantly

nikolas...damn it damn it damn it

kristopher...damn it damn it damn it

she needs a break from thoughts

a break from reality

or illusion

depending on one's point of view

she wills herself to las noches

the music here is so loud

so loud

pulsing

now she will not have to think

about...

no! goddamit she will not think

at all

she sits rubbing her temples

jessica sees her and walks over to her

(bitch- it's all her fault)

-Sarah, Jessica grins maliciously (although no malignance is meant- jessica just smiles maliciously), I have not seen you in a long time.

-Jessica, Sarah nods at her, and then looks back down, thinking

go away go away

-What brings you to Las Noches? You hate crowds, Jessica says.

-You would know, Sara says, continuing the conversation but revealing nothing.

-I would, wouldn't I? But you didn't answer my question.

aubrey walks over and kisses jessica

its weird they're still together

great love story and all

but love doesn't last

the sex must be good

sara decides

but anyway--

thank goddess thank goddess thank goddess

now jessica will leave

and she does

and jager waltzes over

has she turned into the most popular vampire ever

she wonders

-What do you want?

-The pleasure of your company, he says.

-My company is not very pleasant right now and it doesn't want yours.

-And your childhood trauma is...?

she gets up and stalks away

there is a girl on the doorstep of las noches

witch, she thinks suddenly

witch witch witch

and a vida

because only a vida would be on the doorstep of a vampire town

she is about to brush past the girl

-Sarah Vida.

the girl is looking at her

she is pretty

blonde and blue-eyed

-What do you want, witch? she spat the word "witch" out

it left a bad taste in her mouth

-You spit that word out like it's bad. But you were once one of us.

-What do you want? she asks again.

-You were my great-great-grandmother's sister.

oh hell

-What do you want?

-To kill you.

-Oh well, thats good, 'cause I want to kill you, too.

-Not right now, though. I want to learn from you.

-You are not a Vida. To learn from a vampire...You are not a Vida

-You aren't a Vida, either. You didn't fall on the knife.

-What can you possibly learn from me?

-How to be strong.

-I am not strong, little girl.

-You're stronger than a witch.

-And why should I teach you?

-So I won't kill you right away.

-Ha! Sarah scoffs. You could not kill me if I gave you the chance.

-Because you want to, the girl says simply. You miss witches.

sara nods

-What is your name?

-Lorena Vida.

-All right, little one. Come with me.