bra sheer teen
Blood. To a vampire blood is life. Given or taken by a primal instinct that can morph into savagery. Some believe that if such beings existed they would try to rule the world, a chaotic world. Why rule a world of chaos? When you can live within its boundaries. Feeding off the weak and the corrupt. Totally oblivious to the eyes of the creatures you walk amongst.
For all they know you are the same. You look like them. You feel like them. You smell like them. Though your life is much darker and richer with evil. You feed off their ignorance, their lack of understanding. And life is good … so very good. Busy streets and day life annoyed her. Izabella stood quietly at the street corner looking across at the boy.
Her fiery red hair made up nicely in a french braid, which flamed against the clear blue sky, and the giant towers of glass. The sun hurt their sensitive eyes so during the day she was forced to wear dark sunglasses. Izabella leaned against the light pole placing one hand in her black jean pocket. With the blue jacket swaying in the breeze over her white half-cut top.
She stared at the boy almost drowning out everything but him. Watching up to the point where he tripped and fell onto the concrete sidewalk. As she smirked and looked away Izabella pulled out her cell phone. Then dialing a number as she watched him curse and brush off..
