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Azaela liked going into town. The thing she didn't like was people staring at her. It wasn't because she was human, false ears hid that easily enough. It was because of her hair. The purest white anyone had seen. It shown bright as a new snow, and easily caught attention. It was the type of white that couldn't be mistaken for blonde, just white. Pure. Glimmering. White. She pulled a pair of jeans off the nearest shelf, examining the price before the size. She threw them into the cart as Leona held up shirt after shirt for her to approve. "Hmm....How about this one?" She grinned wickedly. A midnight black shirt with skulls all over it stared

She gently placed her hands over her head, sighing as her hot breath bounced back from the table. Leona picked up her head before setting it her hands. -Why does this always come up? Why can't she just let this be.- Leona thought to herself, -She doesn't understand. I don't want this for her, I'm suppose to be protecting her, not corrupting her with my blood. She just...Gah. She doesn't get it.- She closed her eyes and before she could stop it, the night came flashing back... The music was blaring, loud enough to send the vibrations through Leona's body. She pushed past couples on the dance floor, heading over to the usual table. She sat dow

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..." She sighed loudly and slammed the book shut. "Are you seriously gonna make me read this to you?" Leona glared into the other's bright blue eyes, frowning as she slid the book away from herself. Azaela mocked a hurt face, but her eyes gleamed with delight. "Oh come on, Leona! It's not -that- bad..." Leona sat back, sticking a cigarette between her painted lips and lighting it up, taking a long drag before speaking. "Like hell it's not. I almost fell asleep before the first line was over." She retorted with a frown. "Plus, ain't I suppose to be teaching you?" She flicked the slender sti