she sits and she waits for Him to return each night she is too new to it all to leave His island...she knows that the sunlight is no longer her friend that it can kill her in an instant...He has told her many times..He calls her His wicked one...she doesn't see where He finds her to be wicked she is here and she is obediant...maybe His touch to her skin makes her that way she doesn't know...she sits alone in the graveyard waiting for His return...she looks at the onyx that adorns her wrists and reaches up to feel the collar of onyx that is around her neck a small lock that holds it closed sealed with His blood marking her His till her demise from this earth...thinking of the day He came to her...the day her humanity left her body as the blood filled His veins making her His property till the day He draws His last immortal breath...
