(This is just the beginning...I know it's short, but it is to start off with...pls R&R...any ideas on where you would like to see this go, pls share or email me...) I don't own Riddick, but he's staying with me. I do own Maya.
As I look up into the sky, I search for my mother. Before she died, she told me that she would be a star until she came back, reincarnated. I longed to believe her. I wanted her to be a star and I also wanted her to come back. Sadly, after living for so long, I have become much wiser. I doubt she will come back. Honestly, I don't want her to see me as I am now. It would kill her.
I am not your average woman. I don't even think I can be called human. I might look like one, but my thoughts are too bloody and too sinful. As I stare at my reflection in the puddle of the dark alley, I wonder how others see me. I know that they have rarely seen such beauty, and I say this without unnecessary pride. My exotic beauty, from a world long destroyed, entices both men and women. I pass a hand through my long silky black hair. My eyes are almond shaped and slightly slanted. My skin is the color of tea and cream. My bottom lip is fuller, as if in a consistent pout. My eyes are rubies set deep in my face. The red shows the color of my bloody and deadly thoughts. I am quite tall, standing at over five feet ten inches. My body is firm with curves at the right place. Underneath my feminine appearance, I have strength, both in body and mind.
However, my heart is still young, maybe even weak. It doesn't take into account my wisdom and experience. It still yearns for that perfect someone. It yearns for a person to complete me. I guess this foolishness was encouraged by my mother. She used to tell me about how the universe was created and sustained by the union of two forces. She used to tell me that someone was made for me, that someone had to complement me. She said that I needed a static principle to balance my dynamic nature. I do not think I ever understood what she meant by that. But I will never be able to ask her, since I killed her with my own hands.
Her words still haunt me by giving me hope that I will find a man who will truly understand me and love me. But it has been over four thousand years and I still have not found someone.
As I stare into my reflection in the puddle, tears roll down my cheeks.
I am Maya, from Old Earth, from the Indus Valley. I have roamed the universe for thousands of years. I have seen and experienced more than I ever wanted. Even though my time is endless, I am starting to get impatient. I am tired of experiencing my eternal life alone. I am tired of being the last vampire.
As my red stained tears reached my lips, I look up.
I see a man. His two silver eyes stare right at me.