[video=youtube;BjcU3yECDlk]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjcU3yECDlk[/video] She was dancing. Swaying with the slow melody of a sad tune that her hands couldn't stop playing. Her body was still and perfectly postured while her long arms moved from left to right as if following the escaping notes. Her fingers barely touching the key of her piano but even then, she kept dancing. Her spirit was the one moving with so much violence that she could barely contain her stiff pose. Though it was almost impossible to remove Alba from that stance since that was how she was taught to play the piano; arms extended and an erect back. Every time that she made a mistake as a child or arched her back because of the uncomfortable posture, Alba got hit with a long bamboo stick that forced her to cringe and regain her 'professional' composure. Almost two hundred years later she still remembered the fat woman that even if she was extremely strict and demanding, showed Alba how to escape the world and keep herself sane by utilizing music as her escape rout. Music kept Alba sane and alive all this years. It was her companion when she felt alone and allowed her to be alone when life got overcrowded. Music was her everything. Alba's tanned lips slightly parted and she began to sing in the only voice that she knew. Soft, collected and controlled. Though as the rhythm forced her hands to move faster and the beat accelerated, her true voice started to come out. Loud enough to make the windows slightly vibrate with the intensity of what her heart was trying to say in her native language. Her Spanish was flawless and natural, flowing out her lips like they belonged to someone that looked like her. Alba's skin was a pale olive and her curly black hair covered a quarter of her back like a grim curtain, her eyes were silver but for some reason she missed her natural dark brown eyes. Years before she complained of her normalness. She was never as svelte as many girls of her era. Didn't have blonde curls that excited the boys or bright green eyes that others could admire. Alba was a scrawny girl that sang like an adult and played piano with her soul more than her hands. But physically? She was bellow average. How she would had loved to be bellow average now. Meaning that she would had never been cursed in this beautiful, but immortal body. By her side was her loyal mascot Loba. Loba was a wolf, hence the name Loba which translated as 'female wolf' in Spanish. She caught Loba as a puppy trying to eat her chickens. For some reason she felt sorry for the bright eyed puppy and just decided to stay with her. Loba NEVER left her side ever since and had grown so tall that she reached about Alba's waist. Now, Alba was not the tallest woman alive, but not the shortest either. She was about 5'7 so Loba was pretty much the same height of an average 4 year old. The white and grey wolf simply laid besides Alba, contently nomming on a thick bone while she seemed to enjoy the music that was being played. All of the sudden the animal perked her ears and lifted her massive head. A small growl excited her snout and Alba immediately stopped playing her piano, still sustained her stiff position to take a deep breath. 'Human. Male. Young. Probably some kid on a dare.' The brunette looked at her mascot who was just awaiting for a command. Alba just motioned her head towards the door. "Go get him. No biting " The wolf seemed to understand perfectly because she got on her four legs and started galloping out the door, barking and growling viciously.