• Laying there motionless at her feet, she looks down at her helpless victum and sees what she has become. No blood spilt, no cuts or scrapes, yet dead he is, his soul, stolen.And she is alone, alone to die, to kill. It was the way she was left and the way she was cursed to stay. So she stares into his eyes and sees no forgiveness, pation, or love for a creature like her. Yet she continues living, for she has somthing to live for. Revenge. Revenge on the same creature as she, that killed her family and that doomed her soul. She lives for that reason and that reason only, but it's destroing her and her curse is still apon her little brother, she must get revenge, to save him. but his breath is cut shorter everyday............his time is ticking and so his hers.