There are no more todays, only tonights.....
Through the eyes of her Watcher
She stands in the main room of the tower, her expert little fingers, working a bow string and the arrows which belong to it in a most incredable way, she was very gifted, her aim, stunningly accurate....Her dark tresses would falls down to her lower back as she tipped her beautiful little head to the side, drawing the string back....a sparkaling deep blue eyes would narrow as she sighted down the shaft of the arrow....t hen without seeming to aim but for a second the arrow was set sailing through the air to land with a hard thump, somewhat to the right of the target faceing her.....right where perhaps the immortal heart may beat....I shivered...
She aims, only this time she lowers the arrow and glances toward the door,... I do as well, too see a small girl standing there, she was dressed in yellow, perhaps three years old, her face was tear stained and sickly.... isabelle walked immidiatly to the little girl and bent gently down, she whispered someing I could not hear and took the childes hands....f rightened yet trusting the little one followed. isa led her to the fireplace and set her on a pillow there, then sat with her to talk....I could here bits and pieces of the converstaion..."hello my name is coral....."...."isa......"am three, Mama and papa dead..." coral said...."isa's voice was like a whisp of smoke escapeing her lips with every breath....Then isa stood and disappered, and Christina Marie Kell joined Coral on the pillow, they talked for some time and Princess Anastasia Joined in....soon papers where being signed saying that Coral was now a daughter to the Princess....I shoke my head...how fast vamps work, it's as if they had no time to spare. isa retruned and found out what had happened her eyes became slightly glazed and a wicked smile formed on her lips....I knew that now little coral had become something of an enemy, as well as the others. isa had very little trust in anyone. And she seemed prone to getting emotionally hurt very easily....She watched and threw in sarcastic remarks, about how the little one could be a killer like herself, and that the princess just invited her into the family as though it where nothing...fools....then she wandered off to be by herself...I wanted to talk to her.....but fear of this mortal creature kept me away.
Howveer there was something wrong with her, she was ill.... and it seemed she has been for a long perioed of time...she was devalopeing a rather harsh cough....and her peachy skin was flushed and hot...or freezing cold, and very pale... when asked if she wished help, she defiantly denied it. I wondered why, surely if the sickness is not treated she would become terminally ill....then it suddenly occured to me.... perhaps she wanted to be.With no family, no purpose no home..she had nothing left to live for....I frowned. Surely a vampire would see it in there hearts to take her in, but then...what vampire whould be stupid enough to invite the little killer into there clan....unless they planed to change her. This could become interesting....
