• Seeing her 'mother' crying, Chrystal knew something was wrong.
    Annabella, her adoptive mother, was sitting at the kitchen table, her shoulders racking with sobs. Her beautiful, middle-aged, elven face was covered by her beautiful, blonde locks and her pale hands. The church bells were chiming, telling most that midnight had come in the city of London. Annabella's sobs sounded like heartbeats. Very painful heartbeats.
    The crying stopped as soon as Chrystal reached the doorway. Annabella's sea green eyes looked at her, disgraced and disappointed. No. Not at her. Through her as if she was a ghost. Chrystal hated those eyes so much. It was torture to her.
    As soon as it had stopped, the crying started again. Chrystal wanted to walk to Annabella, to calm her down, to comfort her in the ways an adopted child could...
    Heavy panting,stressed and scared, escaped Chrystal's lips. The image replayed in her mind over and over. Hr beautifully pale skin was covered in a deeply cold sweat. She stood up gently, looking at the clothes that had been plastered to her skin. She sighed and looked at the black tank and athletic shorts, showing the mix matched socks and pale legs. She lazily, almost zombie like, walked to her bathroom.
    As soon as she got there, she looked at her face. The raven black hair surrounded the young 17 year old's face. Her sapphire blue eyes were piercing, adding color to her face. She was almost like a vampire, only without the fangs. She looked nothing like her 'mother dearest'. She was petite, but athletic. Her eyes were half closed and her mind was still hibernating in sleep. She needed caffeine. Lots of it.