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The light glittered softly on her elaborately long eyelashes, making them shimmer and spray rainbows across her face. She glanced down at the roses in her hand, red, as was her mother's favorite color, or so he said. He'd destroyed her in his way of making a super-race. Gods? Pah. She didn't feel very godly. More like a demon. She'd torn her own mother apart, though had she been thinking rationally, she could have gotten out of there without completely obliterating her.
Oh, who was she kidding? That was the only way out and she knew it. She needed to stop this pity party before it overtook her completely. She had a mission. She continued towards the place that marked where her mother's shredded body once lay broken and pained as she died. Where it still lay, though under the surface.
She had been trained to think of humans as nothing more than food, while she was a god. But how could she, when she'd seen her mother suffering as her body became more and more useless. For that little while, she'd tried to teach her daughter any and everything possible. She'd done a splendid job. Had the prick arrived just days sooner, he could've saved her. He wouldn't have, but it would have been quite possible.
She knelt on her mother's grave, stuffing the stems of the flowers into the dirt. She hadn't thought to get a vase. She jerked as a drop of water splattered on her shoulder, followed by many more. Soon it was pouring. She turned to leave, go some place dry, but the ghostly figure draped in a crimson gown stopped her. Her mother really had been beautiful.
"Wait for the rainbow." She whispered. Her daughter nodded, and sat on the simple gravestone she'd inscripted for her mother. She hadn't bothered to use any tools. "The flowers are beautiful."
"Thank you. Red was your favorite color." She commented. The ghost smiled.
"Still is. Thank you for bringing them to me. You stop here on specific days every year. Why?" The ghost's image flickered in the wind.
"My birthday, the day you died, and your birthday. It seems appropriate." The girl said with a shrug. Her spirit of a mother nodded, then grinned.
"And there it is." She whispered, placing one insubstantial hand on her daughter's shoulder. They watched as the rainbow glowed behind the clouds, appearing more solidly as the rain drifted to a drizzle, then a complete stop.
"I love rainbows." The half-vampire child whispered.

Description
The light glittered softly on her elaborately long eyelashes, making them shimmer and spray rainbows across her face. She glanced down at the roses in her hand, red, as was her mother's favorite color, or so he said. He'd destroyed her in his way of making a super-race. Gods? Pah. She didn't feel very godly. More like a demon. She'd torn her own mother apart, though had she been thinking rationally, she could have gotten out of there without completely obliterating her.
Oh, who was she kidding? That was the only way out and she knew it. She needed to stop this pity party before it overtook her completely. She had a mission. She continued towards the place that marked where her mother's shredded body once lay broken and pained as she died. Where it still lay, though under the surface.
She had been trained to think of humans as nothing more than food, while she was a god. But how could she, when she'd seen her mother suffering as her body became more and more useless. For that little while, she'd tried to teach her daughter any and everything possible. She'd done a splendid job. Had the prick arrived just days sooner, he could've saved her. He wouldn't have, but it would have been quite possible.
She knelt on her mother's grave, stuffing the stems of the flowers into the dirt. She hadn't thought to get a vase. She jerked as a drop of water splattered on her shoulder, followed by many more. Soon it was pouring. She turned to leave, go some place dry, but the ghostly figure draped in a crimson gown stopped her. Her mother really had been beautiful.
"Wait for the rainbow." She whispered. Her daughter nodded, and sat on the simple gravestone she'd inscripted for her mother. She hadn't bothered to use any tools. "The flowers are beautiful."
"Thank you. Red was your favorite color." She commented. The ghost smiled.
"Still is. Thank you for bringing them to me. You stop here on specific days every year. Why?" The ghost's image flickered in the wind.
"My birthday, the day you died, and your birthday. It seems appropriate." The girl said with a shrug. Her spirit of a mother nodded, then grinned.
"And there it is." She whispered, placing one insubstantial hand on her daughter's shoulder. They watched as the rainbow glowed behind the clouds, appearing more solidly as the rain drifted to a drizzle, then a complete stop.
"I love rainbows." The half-vampire child whispered.