Chapter Three, Muse
Vampire Crayons
"Oh, Isabella, you are so pretty! If only I had a face like yours, maybe I would get looks like you. I bet even Mathew would take a second glance." Silly Maria, never quite honest, yet not lying, she was very intuitive and cunning for one as young as her.
"Maria, you posses the inhuman beauty like I do, so there's no doubt in that area. Cheer up, you're one of the most powerful coquettes in this town; even Mathew could never resist you."
She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, balancing a perfectly styled curl in the palm of her hand. "Like he would ever have a chance. I, Maria, always get what I want." And perhaps, from my own experience with this vampire, I discovered the only thing she desired more than the affection of mortal men was power- absolute power. Sweet, innocent looking Maria, you would never have presumed that. But I understood better than to think of her in that way. Two years later, Maria would create her first army of Newborns and rage war in the southern most point of Texan territory alongside her minions, where I would leave her to her own evil doings. Today, I was almost to absolutely positive that Maria's existence was over, along with so many others who still fought silently in the backstreets of the human world.
Not long after leaving the warm states of the south, I traveled north to the Carolinas and farther north, where I met more civilized friends than the plantation owners' richly dressed daughters hiking up their skirts and slumping around like farm hands. At this point, all my acquaintances were humans, blushing and gasping for air while fluttering their embroidered and painted fans. I grew to love one of them, almost like a sister to me, but never quite as loved as child-like Jane: Sarah. Sarah's was very blatant and energetic. She was neither enigmatic nor lethargic at any point of the day; you could almost consider her a vampire from the lack of sleep she acquired.
"This hat?" Sarah held up a ridiculously large silk hat plumed with colorful feathers. "Or this one?" The latter was a simple straw weaved sun hat, that I concurred would compliment her calico dress much better than the first.
"The straw one, with the blue ribbon." As was expected, Sarah sneered at me and tossed the hat on the bed and, instead, adorned the feathers. I rolled my eyes. "Fine, may I wear the hat instead?"
"That boring thing, of course! Only you would want to wear something so bland." We chuckled together as I delicately placed the top on my dark locks that I had previously tied back into a loose and youthful knot. Sarah married at a young age to a man she dearly loved and gave birth to three handsome sons with the same wispy blonde hair and freckles she had. I considered all three my temporary children, that is, until it became time to disappear, once again, into the abyss of life.
I've known many vampires and humans, friends and foes, and yet, I am still alone.