She was pure beauty. A ballerina standing statuesque on Pointe. Her ice blue eyes focused on herself in the mirror studying her own form. Her limbs were long and delicate but only super natural eyes could pick up the way her ankles were quivering under the pressure. The bridge of the song kicked in and she began to move. I was mesmerized. She was delicate and fragile yet her body moved with so much power. Passion seeped out of her every step. Ice and fire were both fighting in her eyes.
Suddenly she stopped and thumped down to the ground, her chest heaving for breath. She had only danced for thirty seconds but she was exhausted. It must have been because she was human. She lay down and shut her eyes, she looked like and angel, her skin was porcelain and her hair was the consistency of yellow candy floss, forced into a messy bun atop her head. She opened an eye and cast a glance towards the door. Before she could blink I was out the building speeding to the hotel. It felt like my heart was beating.
I returned to Killianson the next day and strode up to reception. A short curly haired receptionist glanced up form her computer screen "May I help you?" She almost purred with delight. I locked eye contact with her and began to compel her "You are going to go and get me a new uniform while I use your computer." I muttered. She nodded and strode off. I was relived that worked as it had been awhile since I had compelled. My old companions thought compelling was the easy way out. I slid onto her computer chair and accessed the school data base. It asked for a name but I had nothing so I looked at the course information. I scanned the list and clicked on classic ballet 200, groggy id photos pop up of all the students and there she was. I gazed at the name. Harriet Sabine Ashlyn.
As the bell rang I went to search for Harriet. She intoxicated my brain with her beauty and I need my fix. I followed a heard of students to the cafeteria, and there she was sitting with two other girls both of them short and plain compared to her I sat down in the corner and studied her face. She was almost elf like, she had slightly pointed ears and a slightly pointed chin, her nose was small and button like in the middle of her face. It only dawned on me now after hours of thinking about her face that she had an unusual beauty. I closed my eyes and listened in for her voice.