I watched as she looked over her shoulder out the window to the frosty field. I walked over slowly stopping right behind her and running my hands through her silky hair. I gently touched my nose to her head and sniffed the sweet oil the always put in her hair. I smiled to my self knowing that she could not see my sick smile. I let my hands run off her hair and down to her shoulders gently rubbing them as if I were afraid that she would awaken from her deep trance. I listened as she gently exhaled the air coming from some where deep in her. She rested her head up against my body and I felt my self cringe, she was unable to feel my moment of weakness however. I let her rest her head upon my stomach and watched as she closed her eyes some how feeling same in the face of my danger. I looked down at her lips which were painted blood red, which contrasted so perfectly with her black eyes. Suddenly she stood as if almost at once she understood my feelings. I watched as she slowly glided until she was behind me she rested one pale hand upon my own. A feathery touch, one in which if inflicted in the night would have not awoken the inflicted. I smiled although I felt not the slightest joy in my heart. She turned and walked toward the tall arch way. She took one last look my direction and continued her dance through the arch. I let my hand slide of the back of the chair. I flowed her my heart beating rapidly in my chest, and I could feel my head spinning. I was determined however not to show any signs of weakness.
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