As few know, many living things, such as trees, plants, and gems all have spirits, but there is one thing that isn't nessicarilly considered living, that also has a spirit. That is rivers, and in this specific case, we are talking about the River Finn in Ireland. A wonderful river she is, winding ever so slightly, and decently long she has many cities along her sides. Though not all cities treat her well, for the dump their trach in her, and sometimes even their dead. It's made the river's spirit who's name is also Finn, annoyed and sick. One day Finn was traveling her river, trying to find the source of the annoying feeling today. This cloudy day's air was musty with the scent of rain and pleased her, but someone down her river was ruining it for her. Making her feel ill, whether they knew this or not didn't matter. She wanted it to stop. She was part of the water its self, moving swiftly to where the disturbance was. She hissed at herself when she found what creature it was doing this horrible thing to her. A vampire, she practically cursed outloud, was throwing their trash out right into her, and though she did a pretty good job of clensing herself, it was getting harder and harder, even with all the rain she gets. She sighed and swam over to him, and then stood and made herself visible. Finn looked like a young woman, no older then 20, long flowing, water hair and almost see-through though you could tell the difference between her body parts. "Why do you harm me so?" her voice like a million whispers gathered into one voice, a look a sadness and tiredness upon her face. She walked within a foot of the vampire and pondered over him. wondering what his reaction would be.