06-24-2004, 03:41 AM
Mila watched with slatted eyes as Matthias left the fireside, cursing the very day that vampires were born. Why was it the a creature the lived off of life itself felt it fit to call those who did the same hypocrites, after all humanity at least did not hide in the night and kill in the dark places of the world. No at least they had the nerve to kill what they ate in broad daylight and in the public eye, and animals knew their place in the life and dealt with it. âVampiresâ Mila breathed letting a tiny glimpse of her frustration show threw, normally the serene and peaceful woman would not let her anger become so apparent because that only showed those around you what your weakness might be. But Matthias got under her skin and drove her to her breaking point, how was it that after so many years of reining her emotions that she could allow a creature such as him to make her anger rise so easily. Not wanting to dwell on that thought much longer Mila took up her sewing again and focused her attention on the conversation going on around her. âYes, do tell us what the seas are life after a stormâ¦.â Mila spoke with wistfulness almost, having spent many years on the sea in her youth traveling to and from Ithaca to Athens and back again.
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