Raiey Monraine eyes opened to the darkness to the room and sat up. She knew this place well and cut on the nearby lamp. Sighing unhappily she walked up the stair case and tried looking to look through the windows. Of course she naturally jumped back when the sun touch her delicate pale skin leaving a burn mark. "Of course it's daytime," she went to the kitchen and glanced at the fresh blood on the counter. "Dang him," as she began to curse his name. She turned away losing any interest there had been as she went to wash herself off in the shower. When she was done she slipped on a black dress and brushed her long black hair. When she was done she walked to the front door of the mansion laying her hand on it thinking of what it would be like to be out there. It's been over a century since she had been outside.
Her eyes closed as memories of her child hood flooded into her mind. She was with her mother helping search for ingredients to make farther a surprise crustum or cake in Latin. She looked at her mother's face but she saw nothing. Why couldn't she remember what her mother's faced looked like? Now that she thought about it, she couldn't see or remember any of the faces of the people of the village. Not the nice older lady that would pluck the red roses from her rose garden every year and gave them to her family. Nor her friends that shared their every secret with her.
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