The night once a place of power and excitement seemed so far away. I stood leaning against the cold چینی مٹی کے برتن sink and searched my reflection in the mirror. No wrinkles, no age spots, just perfect smooth skin. For 732 years I had not seen my own face. Sure there were times when I would force my meals to describe my beauty before I devoured them but each mans تفصیل was always a little different and left me varying results. Some کہا I had eyes like a wolf, others thought they had مزید of a پینتھر, چیتا appearance but they were all wrong. As I gazed deep into my eyes all I could see were the eyes of an elephant. Long thick lashes framed my mahogany eyes and if one really looked the compassion and devotion of an ہاتھی shone through. Frick…I clenched my jaw and let out a low growl. That’s exactly what got me in this damn position to begin with, my freakin compassion! Squeezing my eyes shut I focused on being in charge of my anger. The last thing I needed was too loose control. Anger had been my primary emotion for so long, it was what had kept me strong and focused. Now all it did was create havoc and a mess for me to clean. With this in mind I slid down and seated myself on the bathroom floor, crossed my legs, bowed my head and focused on the sounds around me. Within my living courters were the regular sounds an old house would make; the floor boards creaked and the faucets dripped. Pushing my acute hearing past the walls of my home, the sounds of the night teased my heart. Slowly the yearning began to coax memories from their hiding spot…..”So tell me kind sir what do آپ make of my beauty? What will آپ offer to gain one touch of my lips?” Circling my prey I teased and flaunted my womanly assets. “Will آپ give me no gift? Shall I find another?” Of course he was not leaving, even if he wished it but, oh, the pleasures of seeing him beg for his death was like dessert before supper. “Your beauty exceeds all others, your smooth chocolate skin, full plump lips, آپ may take what آپ want just please caress me with your kiss.” His words begged as did his eyes. Positioning my lips on his throat I placed one kiss before I tore his jugular out and quenched my thirst…The sharp sting of my canines sinking into my bottom lip tore me from my bliss. “Crap!” I grumbled as I lick my lip clean.