`its a new dawn, its a new day. -open-

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This vampire was very much a nomad vampire, though she was the good sort. Her full name was Sophia Elizabeth Watson; a vampire aged three hundred and fifty two and turned at the middle age of forty five, travelling on her own. The age in which she was turned was both a blessing and a curse after she was turned, the blessing being she had a family; a husband and a daughter, even a baby grandson. The curse was that she was turned at an older age than most vampires in her world, she was forced to live eternity out in a body that was aged. Sophia had decided to look on the positive side, knowing that her family line lived on and it had not ended with her if she had died or changed at a youthful. It had been a very sad day when her daughter passed, she would often watch from a distance, watching her grandchildren grow up to marry and have children, then for them to have children. It made her dead heart swell. Even three hundred years later she was very maternal and very much a family woman. She still even wore her wedding rings and her left ring finger. That had never changed.

Her history is one that is long and vast but seemly uncomplicated, but she had aged in times where life was much uncomplicated and her role in life was to bear her husband’s children and be a perfect mother. Sophia was born on what she was sure was 1752 or was it 1762. She could not be sure of the true date; her human memories were pretty sketchy. One of the memories she did remember was that she was nineteen when she was married to a man ten years older than herself. The man named William Matthew Watson had become her best friend, but she just never fell in love with him like she should have. Sophia had given him a daughter; Amelia Rose Watson, their only child and was she such a beauty in their eyes. Sophia had two still born sons and several miscarriages, it was upsetting but her husband was in need of a son, though he expressed his wish for his name to live on in some form, though she imagined this was not the way he had been thinking.

At this moment in time Sophia was caught up in her own thoughts staring ahead never blinking. Her current location was in the middle of Forks forest sat in a tree on a low branch. If only a vampire could sleep, she would enjoy the dreams. Sophia did miss the sleep and the ability to be able to dream and forget the rest of the world as she drifted to another world. Coming slowly out of her trance, she looked around as the darkness in the sky faded to welcome another new day. She was seeing a brand new day start and a new chance to watch the sunrise she loved both as an immortal being and when she had been human. The sunrise was a beautiful thing to see. Every morning Sophia would find a place to watch such an event, even if she was running between places. Today she was sat on a tree branch; this was her chosen spot to watch such a natural beauty. The sun had raised now, the clouds soon covering it up the early sun, and the sparkle upon her skin was minimal. Sophia was dressed in another simple outfit; it consisted of a pair of jeans, a dark blue top completed with a dress black jacket and black stylish heels. Silently she stood up and started to walk at human pace, it was if she was walking through a dream, she could see every single little thing through her crimson eyes, smell the scent of the forest.

Sophia was on the move from town to town just looking for somewhere to lay tracks for a short while. She did hunt humans, but not all nomad vampires were evil, Sophia had a sense of comfort knowing she only hunted worthless human beings who did not deserve to live in this world. She hunted mostly criminals; their blood was not the best in the world however they provided the substance she needed to maintain her control over her hunger. It had taken so long not to want to kill everything that had a beating heart and blood running through its veins. At this current moment in time, her eyes were a very bright crimson colour and stood out greatly against her pale complexion. Sophia had hunted only the night before in a large city and kill two people who were beating a poor teenager, but she made sure was discreet, after all she did not want to draw attention to herself and have the Volturi on her back. It could be said that she had a very nasty streak to her, in which she would play with her food and let them run thinking they would get away. But of course they never got away from her; she always won. As she walked a snail of a human pace, something caught her attention. A scent and a sound; Sophia was suddenly very alert and alarmed.

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word count: 885
tags: anyone
mood: calm
other lyrics: i'm not a thief, i'm a treasure hunter by a skylit drive
made by: callie!
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