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nineteenth century French, adorned with gold taps to match the
antique gold mirror. She would normally take pleasure from these small
accomplishments. The house was what they’d sweated and toiled over until they’d
chased the ghosts of past away and were left with a beautiful, albeit large,
home. Today, she barely saw her surroundings. The feeling pushed and she pushed
back harder. Wracking her brain for a solution, she took a moment to lean her
long, slender arms against the cold marble. “The trick is to keep busy,” she
told her reflection in the mirror. “I might be going crazy and I might be
talking to myself but at least I can look good and fake calm while I’m at it.”
    She took a quick, thorough inventory of herself, carefully
using a cold facial wipe to refresh. She’d pass. Hell, she’d more than pass.
Her long dark hair was surprisingly intact, an elegant chignon that drew the
eye to her long neck and poised shoulders, while making the most of her oval
face. The stray bang, styled that way with the purpose of creating more
cheekbones, was as she’d styled it a few hours ago. Well, she could testify
that the waterproof mascara worked as it held fast to the long, black
eye-lashes that framed her slightly large, subtly slanted brown eyes. Her
lipstick was a bit smeared from the toilet paper accidentally rubbing against
it. She smothered her small, full lips in Chanel’s legendary rouge noir
lipstick. Black Red. The perfect colour for a vampire. The color contrasted
beautifully with her pale skin and dark hair. She stood back and took another
breath, looking critically at the final result. She was honest enough to admit
that she was a beautiful woman. Her simple knee-length cocktail dress, only
added to that, allowing her to wear the dress and not the other way around.
    An elegant woman made even more alluring by the magick that
ran through her vampire’s blood. A boon and goodness, today she’d take any
boons she’d get. That thought, a tinge of negativity to it, was a large enough
crack to let the feeling, angry at being subdued, swamp her. She grabbed onto
the basin as she felt herself drop to the floor, landing on her knees. Taking
deep breaths to steady her, she fought harder for composure, feeling triumphant
as she began to gain control steadily again. 
    “ Anais , what’s wrong.” A gentle, sweet voice alerted
her to her friend’s presence. Sophie, as light as Anais was dark, hurried
towards her and led her to the cream and duck-egg blue chaise lounge that graced
the space next to the vanity area, in the corner of the room. Grasping her
hands in hers, brows furrowed in concern, Sophie gave her a moment, explaining.
“I felt it. It was awful. This sudden attack of … it was such a horrible
feeling I struggle to explain… it was… hollowness. So strong, so overwhelming I
followed it here. It’s all over you, contained but a darkness leaking into your
aura.” Sophie’s sweet, empathetic blue eyes swept over Anais as she did her
inspection. “What happened? It got me worried.”  
    “Ah, your witches blood again. I think you pretty much
summed it up,” Anais responded.
    “I’m grateful my gift led me to you,” Sophie was kind, not
naïve. “But, you’re being deliberately obtuse. Now answer me. What happened?”
Sophie’s sweet voice was gently chiding, without judgment. 
    “I have no idea.” Anais responded truthfully. They’d been
together for centuries and were as close to a natural family as vampires could
be so it was futile to mislead her. Besides, Sophie’s bullshit detector was as finely
tuned as her own. “I’ve never felt like that in centuries of existence. I don’t
even know what happened, where it came from. I was doing the usual rounds and
it hit me. But I’m okay now.” As much as she loved Sophie, she didn’t want to,
couldn’t go there with her. It was hard enough to think about it, let alone
have an impromptu therapy session with the resident