Silence. It was what Elise had hoped for. So why wasn't it there? All around her was endless noise, annoying chatter, obnoxious racket. This was an abandoned warehouse, wasn't it? But why wasn't it abandoned? There were men everywhere. Prostitutes dotted the hallways, some with children huddled by them, a baby in a young mother's arms. This was something Elise did not wish to see. It was why she came here. To get away from noise, to get away from poverty, to get away from...everything.

A man tapped her on the shoulder. She could smell whiskey on his breath, and a lot of it.

"Ma'am? Ye' gawts any change ter spare? I'm a might hungry."

She turned to him, holding her breath. Her brown eyes stared into his. What had she to lose? Quickly, Elise grabbed the man, and pushed him into a room. Luckily, she had managed to find an empty room. This was a miracle, as every other room seemed full of people. The man begged, pleaded, apologized. Anything he could to get away. No matter how bad she just wanted to leave him, how bad she just wanted to get away, she could not over come the feeling.

Quickly, she latched onto the man, her sharp fangs piercing his tough, leathery skin. At first, the neck she attached to tasted horrible. It was a mix of oil, rotten fish, and dead dog. But as soon as the crimson nectar touched her tongue, all was lost. She forgot everything she had just been thinking. Soon, she was acheving an ecstasy, equivalent to that of any drug that the men were dealing. Stronger, in fact.

It was all over almost as quickly as it had begun. She dropped the man on the floor and covered him with a few boxes. She bit ever-so gently on her soft, crimson lips. What had she done?

Elise ran out of the room, ran down the hallway, ran to the emergency exit. She quickly slammed the door behind her. The blonde vampiress was relieved to see that nothing was there. At least that she could sense.

She sat down on an old, stone stair. There wasn't much left of it, but it made a perfect seat. She smoothed the black, knee-length skirt, as a few wrinkles had appeared, understandably. She tugged on the black t-shirt she was wearing, wishing she had worn something longer. Elise was beginning to feel uncomfortable. It was hard for her to adapt to such a change. First, everybody in the hallways. Now, nobody outside.

She turned her blonde head to the night sky. The moon, a waxing crescent, was beautiful. It made her smile, a genuine smile. The stars shone brightly, but not bright enough to harm her. Yes, this was the perfect setting. But she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy...

Amara had been walking past the abandoned warehouse when she felt it. It would be the perfect place to find a vicitim, seeing as it was never actually abandoned. She took a step towards it. The thirst was almost over-powering, but she stopped suddenly as a wave of emotions assulted her. That was the worst, unintentionally latching on to the feelings of others. She hated it, because for that moment, she was no longer herself. After almost one hundred years, it should have become easier to control, which it was for the most part, except when she was caught off guard.

The feelings came from another vampire, one a few hundred years older than herself. She slid into the shadows. She did very well when it came to hiding her identity, because she could hide her mind from other vampires, mostly because of her telepathic powers. She could sense if someone knew she was there. This girl did not. She was too wrapped up in her own problems.

She watched the girl silently, mockery in her eyes. Vampires like these were the kind she hated. This girl, after over three hundred years, still had not learned to accept her gift. Amara shook her head.

She slid out of the shadows, suddenly appearing in front of the girl. Her bright blonde hair lay delicately just barely past her shoulders and her nearly transparent skin seemed to catch the light of the moon, so it reflected off her entire body. It was clear that she did not get out in the sun often.

"Pretty, isn't it?" Her eyes slid up to the stars, where the girl was gazing. Despite the cold killer she was, Amara could still appreciate what beauty was left in the world.

Elise jumped a bit, not noticeably, however. That was strange. She hadn't sensed anything. Not a human, not a vampire, no beast of any kind. But now, she was sure of what was here. Another vampire. A young one, yet quite talented. Though she had not spoken a single word to the young vampiress, she felt a wave of respect.

"Beautiful," she said, dreamily. She looked from the vampiress to the stars, and back again. She was almost as pale as those lights up there, settling themselves in the navy blue sky.

Elle certainement ne sort pas beaucoup... she thought, snickering to herself. Elise looked down at her own skin, quite full of color. She assumed that it was from her meal. That usually happened. And when it did, the small part of her pride would surface. Elise ran her tongue over the tiny daggers, daring them puncture the flesh.

"I did not notice you here. All was quiet. Have you a talent for that sort of thing? Hiding yourself from others?"

She smiled, relaxed. The girl didn't seem a threat, though it wouldn't hurt to be a little alert. Which she indeed was.

((Good thing I understand simple French))

Amara watched the girl. Very pretty, very strong she could tell. She had just fed, Amara knew because she was radiating guilt. That's how she had found her in the first place. Amara heard the girl's thought, not purposely. Though her powers were strong, she still had a lot to learn about controlling them. She winced. It wasn't what the girl said that bothered her, it was that she was getting unwanted thoughts.

"Jah. But you were pretty distracted, so it was much easier than I thought." She snickered. "Feeling a little guilty are we?"

Amara made herself comfortable, leaning against the wall. As she watched the girl, she used her teeth to mess with her tongue ring. She was very pretty, but she seemed to be very confused. Amara, herself had a strange beauty around her. One that those who were attracted to mystery would be attracted to. That day she wore dark jeans and black t-shirt, with the words 'Guns and Roses' printed across it. She also wore an army jacket over her shirt, though with the light mortals would have a hard time seeing what it was, it would be easy for the girl to see. It was an original army jacket, from World War Two, the Nazi emblem printed on it.

(( Oui, oui! XD ))

Elise gently tugged the blonde bun that was tightly coiled against her head.

"Guilty? I was, for a little while. But my pride always surfaces a few moments after the killing. Does that happen to you often?"

Her eyes slowly scanned the girl, taking in every inch of her. Her blonde hair, her dark jeans. Even the coat she were. Adjusting her eyes ever-so-slightly, she noticed an emblem on the jacket. A swashtika.

Queest-ce que flotte votre bateau, hein ? she thought, a bit nervously. Why should she be nervous, though? The girl was entitled to her own opinion. Sure, Elise had lived through that time, seen more destruction of life than ever before...But this girl was still allowed to have an opinion.

"So what brings you here? Obviously, you know my reason. But what about this wretched place attracted you?"

Amara blocked out the girl's thoughts with much effort. It was enough to have to deal with feelings.

"I noticed that as well. Pride...but no it doesn't. I don't feel guilt after a kill. I kill only those who don't deserve to live. Vampires and humans alike, though the latter is the only one that fulfills me, at least hunger-wise. I am grateful for what I am."

She noticed the girl look at her jacket and the nervous look in her eyes. She smiled, but the look quickly faded. Amara shrugged. Some people would say she was young then, fell into the wrong crowd when she fell for Adolf, but her decision had been made long before then. She had a cold heart, she knew, but she believed it was in the right place. A cold heart was neccesary to get things done.

"I came here for the same reason most of us do. To kill. I have long since figured out that in this city, abandoned warehouses are never truely abandoned."

Elise smiled warmly.

"It's nice to be grateful for something. When you're hungry, you're grateful for food. When you're homeless, you're grateful for a shelter. I, for one, never seem to feel grateful for anything anymore. It is very depressing, and I often end up feeling sorry for myself, which I also do not like very much..."

She paused. Already, Elise had revealed maybe a bit too much information. Well, this girl would've figured it out sooner or later.

"I only eat when needed. Never do I kill for the fun of it. Yet, still, I go on, night after night, feeling ridiculous. Stalking about the night, lurking in the shadows. It just seems so unreal. Yet it is real. And I'm living it now."

Elise looked at the ground, then to the girl again.

"I admire your straight-forward attitude. I adore that you treasure your opinions. May I ask your name, so that, when you're well-known, I'll be able to say 'I knew her.'."

She laughed, and folded her arms across her lap.

"If you were wondering, my name is Elise..."

Amara nodded, but she did not smile.

"I do not kill unless I need to either. I am not that cruel of heart. I have killed uselessly before, but then it was war. It was duty. Now, I have learned, that to kill when it is not needed is useless. Food is no good if it goes to waste..."

She did not feel that humans were just food, though after one hundred years, it was hard to break that mindset. She did have to remember that she, too, was human once. Though she still believed her race was superior, she hardly killed others because of that anymore. She wasn't being hypocritical(sp?), but killing now days could get her killed. She had been there...almost.

She had to admit that the feeling was quite surreal. It was hard, even now to believe that she existed. That others like her existed, though she knew it was true. She was immortal.

Amara laughed at the statement Elise had made about her being known, but her laugh was hollow, as if the joy had been sucked from it long before she had become a vampire.

"I was well-known once." She winked, "But that changed when those men realized they could not control me. Anyway, the name is Amara. More well known as Ami. Thank you for your name as well, saved me the trouble of searching your thoughts."

Elise uttered a single laugh.

Amara...

She ran the name over and over in her mind. It was a nice name, but she couldn't tell where the origin could be. The girl seemed to be something of a Nazi, or at leat an admirer. Could that perhaps mean she was born in Germany? But Amara didn't seem like a German name, though Elise had yet to visit long enough to learn anybody's names.

"Amara is a beautiful name. Compared to mine, it's like gold. Elise is such a dull name. And, trust me, if you've seen as much as I have, you'll be grateful not to have had them tame you. You don't know the meaning of dull until you've been 'tamed'..."

She looked at her knee, or, rather, the skirt on her knee. It had been so long ago when she was "tamed". A servant. In a palace full of wonderful things. A child's paradise. If the child had been free. Elise remembered how, as a child, she looked longingly at the prince and his many treasures. He seemed so gallant. Not to mention a might handsome, even for a ten year old.

Elise was about the same age as the prince, though he was a bit older, by a few days. She had found this out by her mother, who, when she had the time, would tell Elise everything about the prince and his family. Yes, Elise grew to admire the prince, envy him, and lust for him. Though, the latter proved impossible. She hadn't stayed there very long. Elise couldn't quite remember when it was she left, only that the prince had grown to be such a charming young man, desirable to any woman.

She blinked back her memories, looking back at Amara.

"How well can you control your telepathy?" she suddenly asked.

((Amara actually is a german name, it means eternal, though Amara was born in Austria))

Amara didn't respond for a moment. It seemed as if Elise was in deep thought. She resisted the urge to search the girl's thoughts. Most times it wouldn't bother her, but she was trying to be civilized. She know she didn't enjoy the feeling when her sire searched her thoughts, when he tried to control her. That was why she left. That and the Germans had lost a second war. Despite what she tried to tell herself about Adolf Hitler, she couldn't banish the feelings she had for him. She looked up to him, as a mentor, as well as a lover. He had never loved her in return though, lust maybe but never love. Since then she realized she had become just like he was before he died. Controlling, strong-willed, but she had also learned to hate more than she ever had before. She would do anything to get the job done, even if it meant hurting those that stood in her way. Anger was all she had left. She had learned all this from the man that had betrayed her...

"You have a very pretty name. It seems to fit you very well. Don't undermine the name you have been given, it probably meant something to those that named you."

It seemed as if the girl may have not heard her. She was still distracted. Amara would not interrupt her. But soon after she had thought this, Elise spoke up.

"Oh," Amara was slightly caught off guard by this question, "I'm still learning, I guess you could say. Sometimes it's a bit much for me to handle."

Though Amara would never admit she was wrong, she had no trouble admitting her faults and that was one of them. After leaving her sire so soon, she never had someone to teach her to fully control her telepathy.

(( Yeah. But Elise doesn't know. Meh. Was this just an FYI thing, or did you think I was speaking for my character? I usually let my characters...speak for themselves...XD))

Elise pulled a stray hair behind her her ear.

"I suppose so. But when your mother is a love-smitten, foolish, young servant girl, you don't expect much to mean anything to her..."

She looked a bit guiltily at her feet.

C'était un peu peu sensible, et vous le savez. Vous ne vous rappelez pas même la, vous? she thought, sharply to herself.

Elise looked back up at Amara. It was so nice not to think of her as 'girl'. Elise was always a bit more comfortable when she knew people's names. Even her victims she liked to get accustomed with. Save that old man in the hall.

"I imagine it would be a lot for you to handle. You're still very young, and there's still much to learn. You have...well, you have an eternity before you. You're not going to pick up everything the first time you've been taught it. Or, the last couple of years. Something like that..."

She snickered at herself. Elise was always horrible at putting her thoughts into words, and they usually sounded different than how she had planned it in her head.

((Just an FYI...hehe))

Amara looked at Elise and shrugged. Everything happened for a reason, Amara had always believed that, though she was bitter about the Nazi loss in the war. She sighed. That was then, this is now. Her attention was better focused on what was happening now.

"I left my sire not soon after. He was love struck and controlling. I don't like that, I'm not a woman that can be controlled by just any man. Anyway, I didn't stay with him long enough to learn what I needed to. Why do you ask, about my abilities I mean?"

Elise was right about Amara having an eternity, but to be able to control her powers better would be nice. She didn't like being confused when being introduced to a new mind, victim or no. She could feel what they were feeling. She was slightly empathic. It was something that came along with her telepathic powers.

Elise twisted the hem of her skirt, yet another habit of hers.

"I was just a bit curious. Forgive me if it offends you."

She smiled, warmly, watching Amara as she tugged at her skirt.

"I don't imagine any woman would want a controlling man. Sometimes, though, the controlling men hide behind a mask. A facade of some sort. They appear sweet, loving, and gentle. But, under the roof of their own home, they can become an entirely different person."

A bird cried in the distance. Strange, for a bird to be out at night. It wasn't an owl, not a specific night bird. Elise decided it wasn't too important, and put it to the back of her mind.

"If you don't mind me asking, why and how did you become interested in the Nazi party?"

((by the way, Amara has a wild raven. I myself am obsessed with raven's.))

Amara shook her head, her face emotionless.

"No, it does not offend, like you, I was merely curious as to why you were asking." Amara's eyes were gentle as she watched Elise. She was curious about the girl so her immediate reaction was to try to be kind...which was outside of her character.

"That's how Vontae was, but he was genuinely in love with me, he just couldn't go over himself and his power." She shrugged, not bothering to dulge into that subject further.

A bird cawed somewhere in the distance and it made Amara smile. It sounded to her like a raven or a bigger bird of some sort. She whistled silently in response. If it was her bird, he would come to her. She had not special control over him, except that he was attracted to her for some reason. It was not him. Amara pouted to herself. Her only friend nad she had not seen him in days.

"As for the Nazi party, I grew up in that time period. I ran away from home and fell in with what some people would consider the 'wrong' crowd. When I was seventeen, I became somewhat a mistress to Adolf Hitler. I was only one of many. He had an irresistable charm and had to be one of the most genius men that I have ever met, but others misled him." She narrowed her eyes, thinking of how things had ended. "And I everntually left his side. What about you? What is your history?"

She tilted her head, curious at Amara's sudden whistle. Perhaps she had recognized the bird. Well, certainly, the bird had not recognized her. Sh looked up at the sky, listening to Amara's voice. It was soothing to her, something she rarely experienced. Often, Elise's background noise was that of cars, honking in all their noisiness, and all sorts of horrid things that made awful noises.

"Hitler. From what I saw and heard, he was a cold and cruel man. I suppose I couldn't have known him as well as you, though. Things are always different when you fall in love. I, myself, have only experienced that once in my long, long lifetime. Good thing. Had I experienced love now, it would never be the same.."

She paused, in a sort of attempt to catch her non-existant breath. Elise looked at Amara, searching her blue eyes with her own brown ones. Searching for what, exactly? Well, this was a mystery, as were most things ith the blonde vampiress.

"My history? Oh, I'm sure you wouldn't want to stand for that long..."

She smiled, modestly. Elise made it seem as if her life had been an eventful one, full of adventures, all sorts of things. In a way,it was. But not in the way Elise would have hoped.

Amara shook her head, her blonde hair swaying gentlely with the motion.

"Hitler was not a cruel man, but I guess it depends on your perspective. He did what he had to do in the way of economy and what he thought was best for his country. As a person, he was a gentlemen. Many a girl fainted at the mere sight of him." She shrugged, "But there were only a few girls that captivated his interest, I being one of them, though we left off on bad terms. I was one of the girls you might say was behind the scenes. He influenced quite a few of my desicions and vise versa. We were together, quietly for a year, but when one of his men offended me, he did nothing to stop it. Of course, I didn't really hang around to tell him the entire story."

Amara stopped, she realized she had gone off in a tangent. It wasn't like her to talk about her past. In fact, it wasn't like her to talk at all, but this time she didn't mind so much. Every once in a while it was nice to say something to someone who would reply back. She noticed the girl's pause and their eyes met briefly. Elise seemed to be questioning her with her eyes, though Amara didn't know what kind of answer she was looking for. She broke the gaze, bringing her eyes up the the sky.

"I have time. As you said, I have eternity, as do you."

Noticing Amara's break, she looked back down.

"Yes. Eternity..."

She paused, yet again. But this was an eerie silence. Why had she paused when there was no apparent reason? Perhaps to gather her thoughts together? Yes, that was it. But what had Elise thought, anyway? Her own thoughts she didn't understand, so Elise decided to begin at the most precise part. The beginning.

"Well, I was born in France, as you may note from the accent. Versailles, to be exact. I am 367 years old. As you may know, a certain prince was born 367 years ago in the exact same place. He was to be King Louis XIV. I was born a few days after the prince, and so my story begins.

"Let's see...my mother was the Wet Nurse to Her Majesty, taking care of the young prince. Often, mother would come to our room, when she came to our room, that is, and brag about the handsome young prince who was charming even as a babe. My father..."

Here, Elise paused yet again, searching through the depths of her 3 centuries old mind. No memory of her father ever surfaced. So she decided to skip him.

"Now, I don't mean to brag, but I turned out to be a favorite of a lot of them en and women who were servants of the palace. I was the yougnest, though more were still on the way. But, somehow, they seemed to find something special in me. Both of my parents had been brunettes. At least, I was told my father was of brown hair. Yet, my hair is a blonde. A dark blonde, but nonetheless, blonde. Their eyes, blue or grey. My eyes, well, as you may or may not see, of a dark brown.

"The women taught me to sew, and it was to be one of my first jobs. Of course, as a child of three, I wasn't the best at it, but I managed. There was a man, I remember..."

Elise trailed off again, trying to recollect every memory of the man. Every time they had shared together.

"Yes, the man taught me to read and write when I was about...7? 7, maybe. I'm not quite sure. But I learned all of that stuff. I don't remember much of him, though. His complete physical self has slipped my mind. I remember he was a kind, loving, patient man. And I loved him. Unlike anything I had ever felt for my mother. Or father.

"Soon, I was blessed with a baby sister. You much reminded me of her when I first saw you. Her hair, a beautiful blonde. Her eyes, a magnifacent blue. Laure was her name. I thought it to be a spectacular one. Laure Brigitte."

Elise smiled in memory of her sister, wherever she may be. In the ground, in an urn...

"My mother commited suicide soon after. Broken heart, maybe. Who knows. I don't know what happened to father, but I assume he's dead. So, anyways, I had to care of Laure an awful lot, though a lot of the maids helped me. You know, the same old orphan story...

"I eventually grew older. I wanted to get out of the palace walls, to experience something different. So I did just that. Laure came with me, and a friend of mine, Amélie. We survived well for a good long time. I was mainly the breadwinner, as I had disguised myself as a man and begun to work at a bar.

"My employer...Well, he was a wonderful man. So beautiful. In body and spirit. Obviously, I was in love. Or something that felt that way. He found out about me. But he didn't mind. He would make love to me often, and when he did, it was so wonderufl. I felt truly happy."

Again, Elise paused, wiping a tear from her eye. Was it possible for vampires to cry? Well, if it weren't, Elise had just broken the mold.

"But alas, you can never have much of a good thing. He was taken from me, as well. So, there isn't much interesting after that. I went on living. But then there's that mysterious missing gap of my life from the time I was alive to the time I was turned. I don't remember anything at all. Not even snippets. Would you believe I don't even remember my sire? Just the words that he or she had spoken. I've remembered them for so long.

"'Stick to the roads, and stay with the night. The sun will burn you. Without humans, you will starve. Succumb to your urges, Elise. Blood is your only nourishment.'"

She recited the memorable words in an eerie voice. It surprised even herself.

"And I've wandered ever since...", she finished.

Amara shook her head as she listened to the girl's story. There was nothing more that made her mad, then a sire leaving alone it's young vampire. Elise had never had that benifit of learning from someone, of that closeness. Amara sighed, feeling slightly bad for the girl. Amara herself had left her own sire, therefore she knew what it was like to be on her own, but Elise was forlorn, desolated. No one at all...

"Do you miss the life you used to live?" Amara did not know what possessed her to ask such a question. It was not like her. She usually despised those that liked to live through their past, through their life as a human, but somehow she didn't not think that she was mind however Elise answered.

Amara was much like Elise in that she did not remember many of the people that were in her life before. She made sure she forgot them. She didn't know what happened to her parents, or if they ever had another child. She would never know, but she didn't care to know either. The human race had become meaningless to her, as did the life she lived before.

Elise thought for a second. Did she miss that life? The constant working she did. As soon as she had revealed herself to her employer, she revealed herself to the men as well. She had to live through that. And it wasn't a happy thing at all. She remembered little of that time, but what she did remember, she wanted to forget.

What of Laure? The small, delicate little girl. She had been so pale and fragile. It almost seemed inhuman that Elise had left her. But, then again, Elise wasn't human, anyway.

"Yes...and no. I don't think I liked the idea of always having to wait for a meal to come. I always had to wait for a pay so I could just buy a single loaf of bread. That was hardly enough to feed three growing girls. Well, I suppose I wasn't quite growing, and Amélie had grown enough, but Laure was still young. It just didn't seem fair. I'd like to wish that the both of them lived a happy life when I left. I hope that, when they died, it wasn't painful at all."

She wiped her face, ridding it of the few tears that had surfaced.

"I know one thing. I miss the people who had been in my life...What about you? Do you ever think about your old life, maybe even miss it? I mean, I know you're still a bit young for a vampire, but it was still more than a decade ago."

Elise smiled, trying to show at least some strength.

Amara thought back. It had been eighty years, long enough to forget anything that had ever meant anything to her. She didn't feel bad for leaving her parents, though she felt bad for leaving her sister that was to come to their parenting. She had left home because they had expected her to make the choices they wanted her to make, not letting her make her own. That was why she had fallen in with the nazi crowd in the first place. Did she regret that? No, she didn't. She had felt loved then, protected. That's why she had always stuck to her views.

Now she no longer believed in love, or in anything for all that mattered. She didn't miss anyone, or anything from her life before. She was the undead, she didn't live now and she hadn't lived before.

"No, I don't. I didn't have a life like yours. I hardly had anyone to care for or about me. I had it easy, for a while. Definately not like the life you lived, but I wouldn't go back to that. Not now, not ever. I don't think I've ever truly lived and now that I am what I am, I will never get the chance."

Amara sighed. Why did that bother her so much? Maybe it was because she didn't see the point. All she did now was kill...hurt...what was the good in that? Except that it gave her pleasure. There had to be more than pleasure...more than the physical or even emotional side to "life" except now it was to late for that.

Had Elise been able to blush, she would've.

"Oh, it wasn't that great. I mean, it had its ups and downs...At least you don't have the burden of leaving your only sister, who was a child, and your only real friend behind. As I said before, I just hope that they were happy."

Elise put her hand on her knee, and looked at Amara's blonde hair.

Laure, she thought, sadly. Laure had had the exact same hair. Even the same eyes. It was almost painful to look at Amara. Yet Elise wanted to be strong. After all, Amara was definitely not Laure.

"Do you live around here? Or, I mean, do you reside in a dwelling anywhere? Heh, you couldn't live..Gah. I take things too literally..."

She laughed.

Amara smiled, shaking her head.

"No, what I meant is that you had it a lot harder than I ever did, but I am less grateful for what I had. I didn't get to make my own choices. I guess that is what forced me to leave home." She shrugged and her eyes went to the sky. She could feel Elise's gaze on her. It made her feel uncomfortable, so she avoided it.

"No, I sleep where I can, for the most part. I don't own a home. I don't feel the need for it. And I hardly ever get tired, maybe every three or four days, I will rest. What about you, do you reside near here?"

"You didn't make your own choices? I can imagine how ungrateful you'd be, then. It was extremely difficult for me at the palace..."

She stopped. Elise didn't remember telling Amara anything about the palace. But, even if she hadn't, the vampiress had probably searched through her thoughts and memories, anyway.

"I-I couldn't do anything. Except work..."

She scratched her leg. A small bug had settled on the part, and it had, somehow, stirred Elise.

"I don't really have a place, either. I guess you could call me a...a drifter. I wander from place to place, looking for somewhere to sleep. That's all I do, really. My existance is very...meaningless..."

Amara listened for a moment, taking in the new information. That must have been hard, living with a heartbreaker like the prince and not being able to get near him. She smiled slightly, Elise lost her childhood as well because she had to take care of her sisters. In a way, Amara pitied her, because she had lost her childhood as well.

At Elise's last statement, Amara laughed, shaking her head.

"Isn't all life...or unlife...meaningless. Especially ours. If we embrace our destiny...our gift, we live only to kill. If we do not, we live our dead lives trying to pretend we live in the real world, trying to be human, knowing that, in all actuality, we can never do that. We live wondering what it is we are here for, or rather we don't live. At least mortals have death to look forward to. Secretly, we as immortals, crave death, crave normality, but we have lived for so long as the undead, that we are afraid of what it will be like when it ends."

She stopped, taking a deep breath, really out of habit rather than neccessity.
"We, my friend, will never know why we are here, except that we play a role in the balance of life."