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Isabelle. The one name that echoes through out my mind over and over agaiHer eyes are the color of the dark night sky, as she searches for her prey. Slowly she roams through the fields Will she find that one? That one that will satisfy her hunger. No. Not tonight for that matter. Another night when the moon is full and the stars speak to her. It is now morning and the sun meets my eyes just above the horizon, She lurks in the shadows of day, hoping not to expose her true self. As she walks, she spots a boy, a young boy no older than 13 His eyes a saphire blue with a hint of sadness to them. She approaches him with sympathy and looks into his eyes. She knows this boy, a friend from many years ago. He senses this and smiles a twisted smile. They walk back to her gatehouse and discuss the past. This past of his has no meaning to her until...until he talks of a posion. A poison that was put into him. A poison that was put into her. This posion had made her who she is. It is why she must hide away in the shadows and come out when the moon lights the sky. This posion made her...a monster.
