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.
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!