Vampire, Encased in Amber, Preserved for All Time
So fragile, the ego. One childe lost to an enemy, a second expelled from her loving bosom. Deanna wanted to punish the world at large, but she didn't. She wanted to rape the landscape, set fire to children and expel fire from fingertips.

But she couldn't.

She was adrift, lost in a sea of purposelessness. It wasn't so much the world outside that defined her as it was how she affected the world. And that came from who she created. Reflections in her cracked mirror. Celine was polish and scorn; Victoria soft and gentle (if vampires could be such a thing). Two sides of a coin that she just couldn't get in amalgam. There was a third once but that was not to be spoken of. And Leatherneck and his ilk didn't count. They were means to an end that fell off the earth just as the small-minded had hoped Christopher Columbus would when he set sail for the new world.

The world was round because people wanted it to be so. The darkness hid unspeakable horrors because people didn't want to see.

Deanna lived in the darkness because it was comfortable.

But now a light was shining through the cracks. And it came on cardstock, with raised embosed lettering.

Someone wanted to make her into something new. Reflected as something else.

She had a lot to think about.