08-09-2013, 09:24 PM
One of these vampires sat in the dining room, music sheets spread out over the tabletop as she penciled notes into the musical bars. She ran a hand through her wavy orange hair as her blue-gray eyes bored holes in the table before she lifted her head, leaning back.
Ariella wasn't as old as most of the vampires in the clan; a hundred and fifty-odd, she didn't keep track, and she mostly kept to herself. But she was happy enough to consider Perdita a friend.
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life. Fight fear for the selfish pain;
It was worth it every time. Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends.
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again,
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need. Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why!
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?