She watches the sun set into the sea, and she sighs. Why must the days end? Why must the sun go away? She never moves, never breathes, for what is the point? If we are all to die anyway, what is the point of living? She hardly feels the water get colder as it splashes her bare feet and ruins her dress. The wind starts to blow, and her thin gausy cape blows out behind her. At one time, she would have enjoyed a night like this one, with the sky clear and the moon reflecting silver on the water, but those days were over. How could she enjoy anything when she was a monster? How could she enjoy the simple human things when she was no longer human? When life was no longer simple? At one time, she would have laughed and splashed into the gentle surf, but now, she despised it. Despised it for making her what she was. For making her this being that children told their friends about to frighten them. She dispised the merfolk for trading her to the Dark Ones. She would have cried if it where possible, but alas, it wasn't. She could never again see her true love, never see her family, never see her friends. She was alone in this world, never to have company again. No one would want her as company anyway, she thinks with hatred. Who would want to be freinds with a monster? With someone that could kill you with a single touch? No, she could never go near humans again, for she wasn't human. She was a Vampire.