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It was a rather cold night, but Isabella didn't mind. Being a vampire made that pretty easy. Her blonde hair moved with the wind--left, right, back, forward, left again. It seemed the wind didn't want to make up its mind about the direction it wanted to take. She looked at her parents, the king and queen. They were passive and unyielding as always. Nothing could stop them.
Isabella smelled them before she could see them. Humans had a very distinct scent. Minutes later, they came trudging in the snow bundled up and shivering. She smirked--pathetic as always. With them was Isabella's prize: the prince of the last remaining human kingdom.
He was even more perfect than she imagined. Already she could imagine sinking her fangs and tasting the purest blood in the world. It took more than just a little willpower to stay frozen in place. If her parents could stand the temptation, so could she.
Isabella smelled them before she could see them. Humans had a very distinct scent. Minutes later, they came trudging in the snow bundled up and shivering. She smirked--pathetic as always. With them was Isabella's prize: the prince of the last remaining human kingdom.
He was even more perfect than she imagined. Already she could imagine sinking her fangs and tasting the purest blood in the world. It took more than just a little willpower to stay frozen in place. If her parents could stand the temptation, so could she.