Tied Up With Strings

[Arabella Balfour]

Had Arabella Balfour understood the sheer bedazzlement of giving up her last ties to mortal life and embracing, or rather more aptly - being embraced by, a vampiric life, she thought now she might have done it sooner and saved herself some misery. So long as she kept track of her needs, mostly in keeping her hunger at bay, and listened to Martin, rather than try to muddle through the changes on her own, she found that she was coping more than well.

She was thriving.

There were some moments where she thought about the split second decision she'd made, and examined it closely. She did not feel regret, or any other melancholy emotional ties to the shedding of ones life. Staying a ghoul for as long as she had, she'd seen lives come and go. In the end, she had not wanted to die. It had been that simple.

Now though..?

With a smile, Arabella spun in a series of circles on stocking-clad toes across the carpeted bedroom, singing along with the music blasting out of her stereo, while simultaneously checking out her own indecent, and scantily-clad reflection in the mirror before her.

"Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes.. Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes!", she fluttered her lashes at the mirror and grabbed a blue dress covered in black lace from the bed, holding it up before her for a final decision.

"Silver white winters that melt into springs, these are a few of my favorite things!", she stepped into the dress, zipped it up her spine and stepped into a pair of beribboned flats.

Wandering from her bedroom, she wondered if her singing was carrying over to Michele. She'd been trying, unsucessfully to wail loud enough to coax her Immortal neighbor into banging on the wall or something.. but it was looking like she might just have to go knock on the door.

Again...

So, this time she'd go bearing a gift!

"Green bottled packages, tied-up with strings!", she smiled, singing again, while tying up a wine bottle from the cabinet with a flashy silver bow!

"These are a few of my... favorite things!"

She hoped Michele even answered the door! Bravely, she knocked, expecting rejection..