She was beautiful, with her long braid running down her spine blacker than your bedroom, when you turn out the lights and close the curtains, darker than that. And even colder and blacker was her expression a broiling frown ruining the pallor of her skin and perfect lips. Her eyes were colorless and definitely not white nor clear nor any other color known to man. Her teeth sharp on the edges and paper-white exposed by her expression and her fingers tapered off like little blades glistening with malice ready for a kill, and yet. She was beautiful.
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