#WritcoStoryPrompt45

Sylvia put the book away. Her sister had suggested it. It was the best way to stay connected with humanity without exposing their lineage.

Vampires had to be very careful. No matter how hard they tried, their eyes gave the truth away.

Each member of her family had a peculiarity about their eyes. Her's were a dark shade of red, just like the wine in the glass next to her right now.

She picked up the glass and noticed her own reflection luminated on the shiny surface against the fire burning a few feet away behind her. She loved the heat. It felt comforting against her cold, white, flawless skin.

She hadn't tied her hair in a flawed bun today. She wanted to let go and dive deeper into the new book. An autobiography of a woman philanthropist from her state.

The book had had a diminishing effect on her positivity. The little streak of positivity within her that she struggled to keep alive.

'Humans think fighting for cleaner energy resources is the biggest fight of all? What about the fight to survive without being shunned by all?'

'What about being shunned by the one you love?'

She couldn't help but wonder where Gabriel would be now.

'Would he have married by now? To a human? Would he have one of those.....human children?'

'Will they be as scared of me?'

It had been six years that the man she fell in love with for the second...