The Soul's Needs *unedited*

The past haunts

The wind whipped past my ankles, moving the hair of my face with it. It blew past my lips and my bare skin. As if I were an obstacle in its never ending path.

There was no tender warmth from the sun in the sky today. God shed no light upon the city of Volterra.

I was wearing loose, cotton pants and a tank top. Kyung-Mi sat next to me on the balcony. I made no effort to cover the burns on my feet. I doubt she cared, and on this particular day I didn't care either.

Not that today was special, no. Not at all. It was a normal day, But- the schedule was quite empty. So we had an abundance of leisure time.

Cloudy days were my favorite. As I said- well, thought. Before. I enjoyed the sun, but it was probably my least favorite weather. Anything that was cold, or cloudy, or rainy. I rather enjoyed.

Me and kyung-mi sat in silence. Staring into the grass fields that surrounded the city.

I glanced at said girl, she was undeniably beautiful. Even for a vampire. Her cheekbones were high and her face pointed. Angular. Her eyes were pointed and upturned, her black bob framed her face perfectly.

"God took his time crafting you Kyung-mi. You're quite beautiful."

"I don't believe in god. My beauty comes from my mother."

"She must've been quite beautiful than."

"She was."

I paused, looking down at the closed book in my hand.

"Inaya."

"Yes?"

"Do you remember your human life?"

"Quite well."

She peeked at me through the sides of her eyes, a questionable expression rested on her face.

"Were you a nun?"

I chuckled.

"No, no I was just a Christian girl in Massachusetts."

She bit her lip.

"Very Christian."

"You think so?"

"I know so. You're very religious that's easy to tell."

"Hm. I like to have faith. It gives on something to believe in, to have hope for. And it makes the idea of death much easier."

"But we won't die."

"Can't we? What do you think happens when they tear our heads off and burn us alive."

She paused. For a long moment she stared out into the terrain.

"When vampires lose their heads, if their not burned than eventually their body will regain consciousness. They'll instinctively re-attach their own head..I think when we are tore apart and burned, we eventually regain consciousness as ash. I think we are then cursed to spend eternity unmoving. Unbreathing. Just.. several particles of nothing, on the ground."

There was another pause, and I studied the look in her eye. I knew she didn't enjoy the thought, because that is what her sister is. Her sister is ash. Her sister is nothing.

"I hope that's not what death is like." I whispered.

"I think I'd rather go to hell for unintentionally being a monster. Being a demon In never ending pain seems better to me than being nothing."

"It is."— she rested her ankles upon the balcony fence. "I'm nothing. I've felt no intense emotions other than emptiness for centuries. I'm nothing. I'm empty."