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The Painting
Everyone dismissed from the great hall. I felt slightly embarrassed and ashaimed from my Master's comment. But I still knew that he meerly said it for the benefit of the meeting.
I decided to return to my room and think, something I do a lot lately. The main problem on my mind seems to be my choosing. Why was I selected?
What makes me so different from any other female on this earth? There must be something I am overlooking that Master did not. A few days ago, I was just a normal girl.
I liked to paint and draw and spend time with my friends. I had a very shy nature and tended to keep to myself. I was always the last person who was thought of.
And though it was not by choice, I had not had many romantic opportunities as the other girls. I guess my black clothes, dark make-up and choice of music detoured many guys away.
I did not care usually. Just as long as I could be myself and make my own choices, I was content. Now, my 'life' has changed.
I still seem to be surrounded by black. But I now have a lover. Master. He is the only one in my heart. Nothing and no one can take that feeling away from me.
He saved me from a neverending pit of dismay. Everything was going down for me before I was found. I am thankful for him in every way.
Though, I feel deeply saddened that I cannot repay him for his act. I show him all the love I can, but I am afraid that it may not be enough.
I walked down the long, dark corridor towards my room. I took time to gaze at the magnificent paintings and sculptures of the elder vampyres of our time.
Each one had excellent detail. It seemed as though everything was included down to each and every hair on the subject's head. As I continued, one painting caught my highest interest.
I stepped closer to it and observed every inch. It was as tall as I was. The huge frame around the painting was blackened bronze or another metal.
Elegant carvings covered the edges of the frame. There were vines along one edge and thorns on the other. In one corner, I noticed a marking that meant power.
This vampyre must have had a great deal of control during his lifetime. His pose was noble, with one hand resting on his hip and the other propped on his bent knee.
He had a high brow and a sculptured jaw-line. His dark hair was styled perfectly. His appearance alone signified greatness. Below the picture set a small table with a glass vase in the center.
I rested my hands on the edge of the table while I continued to admire the painting. As I leaned forward to view something written just above the frame, I heard a voice.
"See something..... interesting?" I gasped and my hand slipped, bumping the vase. Using my quick thinking and improved motions, I immediately caught the vase before it fell off the table.
Then, I turned around to see who the voice belonged to.
a/n: I just looooooove these cliff hangers, dont you? Muuahahahaahaa!!! Ok, over it. Thanx for the reviews. How'd I do? I hope this chapter was to your liking. This story has changed completely from when I first started it. More chapters to come! Don't forget me! Review please!!! THANX!!! --/-------/--/-----/-/-----//---------/-
The Painting
Everyone dismissed from the great hall. I felt slightly embarrassed and ashaimed from my Master's comment. But I still knew that he meerly said it for the benefit of the meeting.
I decided to return to my room and think, something I do a lot lately. The main problem on my mind seems to be my choosing. Why was I selected?
What makes me so different from any other female on this earth? There must be something I am overlooking that Master did not. A few days ago, I was just a normal girl.
I liked to paint and draw and spend time with my friends. I had a very shy nature and tended to keep to myself. I was always the last person who was thought of.
And though it was not by choice, I had not had many romantic opportunities as the other girls. I guess my black clothes, dark make-up and choice of music detoured many guys away.
I did not care usually. Just as long as I could be myself and make my own choices, I was content. Now, my 'life' has changed.
I still seem to be surrounded by black. But I now have a lover. Master. He is the only one in my heart. Nothing and no one can take that feeling away from me.
He saved me from a neverending pit of dismay. Everything was going down for me before I was found. I am thankful for him in every way.
Though, I feel deeply saddened that I cannot repay him for his act. I show him all the love I can, but I am afraid that it may not be enough.
I walked down the long, dark corridor towards my room. I took time to gaze at the magnificent paintings and sculptures of the elder vampyres of our time.
Each one had excellent detail. It seemed as though everything was included down to each and every hair on the subject's head. As I continued, one painting caught my highest interest.
I stepped closer to it and observed every inch. It was as tall as I was. The huge frame around the painting was blackened bronze or another metal.
Elegant carvings covered the edges of the frame. There were vines along one edge and thorns on the other. In one corner, I noticed a marking that meant power.
This vampyre must have had a great deal of control during his lifetime. His pose was noble, with one hand resting on his hip and the other propped on his bent knee.
He had a high brow and a sculptured jaw-line. His dark hair was styled perfectly. His appearance alone signified greatness. Below the picture set a small table with a glass vase in the center.
I rested my hands on the edge of the table while I continued to admire the painting. As I leaned forward to view something written just above the frame, I heard a voice.
"See something..... interesting?" I gasped and my hand slipped, bumping the vase. Using my quick thinking and improved motions, I immediately caught the vase before it fell off the table.
Then, I turned around to see who the voice belonged to.
a/n: I just looooooove these cliff hangers, dont you? Muuahahahaahaa!!! Ok, over it. Thanx for the reviews. How'd I do? I hope this chapter was to your liking. This story has changed completely from when I first started it. More chapters to come! Don't forget me! Review please!!! THANX!!! --/-------/--/-----/-/-----//---------/-