The harsh, autum wind blew the midnight black hair of Daphne. Looking at the night sky, her cranium rushed with many thoughts. Her attire consisted of a black leather bustier complete with a black leather skirt the went up past her knees. Daphne's mother gave her directions to meet her there at that time and place. Her crimson eyes searched the area with fear and disapointment. She had not seen her mother for ten years and her hopes were set on seeing her again. The reason for abandoning her in the Tarepha pipes was unknown. Sometimes not knowing added anger and hate to Daphne's personality.

Brushing a wisp of black hair from her face, disapointment bubbled on the inside. Tears streaked down from her crimson eyes and moistened her pale face. Daphne did not even know the name of her mother. She was only five when her mother left her in the pipes. Daphne was quite lucky that her blood matched the Tarepha, otherwise they would've tore her to shreds when they first layed eyes on her.

Silently walking in the opposite direction, towards Daphne, a elegent, yet pale female approached, knowing exactly where and who this Daphne was. Yes, she knew it was her 'daughter'. But... Daphne was not her blood relative. She had taken in the young girl, whom she had found alone in an alley, and taken care of her. Had taken pity on the young mortal girl.

But now, Emille sensed that Daphne was now immortal, one of the Tarepha. Good. She had a 'family' now, a coven that would at least watch over her, better than Emille could. Emille had other things on her mind, sadly. Finding her lost brother, whom she had been searching for for what seemed to be an eternity. She knew that he was in this city somewhere, and had been here for quite some time searching for him. Rumors had been told to her about an immortal named Marcus that resided here, and that was an opportunity she could not pass up.

Wearing what she normally wore, she looked like a fairly elegant woman, which was what she was. She looked a bit 'ancient', which was what she was as well. Being the creature of the dark she was, it would seem a bit odd if you looked at her. Her attire was all white and a light shade of grey, which accented her skin quite well. She wore a mid-length, loose skirt, which barely reached the top of her knees. Her blouse was also white, covered only by a white jacket, sleeves only reaching her elbows. Her hands were pressed gently into the pockets.

Emille looked up at Daphne, wondering if the young girl would recognize her.

"Daphne?"

The eyes of crimson darted to the woman who stood beside her. They looked the woman up and down, yes, this was the girl whom Daphne had layed eyes upon ten years ago. There wasn't much difference in her appearence, well, except for her clothes. Running a few pale fingers through her midnight hair, her scarlet lips moved, letting out her almost hypnotizing voice.

Mother.

This was the woman who dropped her off in a pipe ten years ago. Daphne tried to let this go, but she just couldn't. She was put in a pipe, did her mother even know the Tarepha were down there? Or was she just planning to leave her there in hopes of her surviving? Daphne was really quite lucky that her coven had taken her in, rather than murdering her. Eventually though, Jonah, the Tarepha leader decided that she was to become a vampire. Daphne really did not mind being a vampire, it had many benifits. But, this had nothing to do with what she wanted to ask her mother.

Mother, tell me, why did you abandon me?

Daphne deeply wanted to know the answer to the question. Considering she was not Emille's blood daughter, it was probably no matter what had happened to Daphne. Letting a sigh escape from her mouth, she looked up at the moon. It really was a beautiful thing, without it, she could not come out from the pipes.

Emille reached over to touch her 'daughter's' face, sighing sadly. She did not want to leave Daphne in the pipes... but it was for her own good. Both of them probably would have been killed. Daphne did not know about all of the people that had been chasing her, because Emille didn't want to scare the girl. Losing all hope of taking care of her anymore, she had just left her close to the coven that would most likely take her in. Ironically, she sensed it would have been the Tarepha, whom were the most vicious of all vampires.

"Oh... I could tell you many things... but it would not matter much, for I doubt you would believe me. I understand that you possibly hate me now... but I wanted to see you again, I wanted to see your face."

A small streak of crimson started to fall from her eye, and she just closed them. Perhaps it would be better if Daphne knew about her past?

"When you were young, you did not know about me being a vampire. I simply took you in, and raised you for the better part of three years. But... what you also did not know, was that I had been chased for the better part of a thousand years, by a specific group of people. They had taken me away from my brother, just when I was the very age you are now. I managed to escape them, after a few hundred years of torture. But... they found me after I took you in, and they chased me. I left you... with a coven that I controlled with my mind... to take care of you. If you would have stayed with me, we both would have been killed."

Daphne flinched at the touch of her 'mother'. She was really not one to be touched, no matter who the individual was. Yes, it was true that she didn't know of the pursuers that followed Emille, but that did not change the way she felt. Daphne did not 'hate' her mother, but she wasn't happy with her decision. If she had been old enough to have a larger vocabulary, Daphne would have said 'What the hell are you doing?!'

{Damn, x the last post, I accidently pressed submit instead of preview.. x_x' }

Daphne flinched at the touch of her 'mother'. She was really not one to be touched, no matter who the individual was. Yes, it was true that she didn't know of the pursuers that followed Emille, but that did not change the way she felt. Daphne did not 'hate' her mother, but she wasn't happy with her decision. If she had been old enough to have a larger vocabulary, Daphne would have said 'What the hell are you doing?!' As Emille let her voice fill Daphne's ears, she responded, suprised.

"Of course I would believe you...and I do not hate you. I wanted to see you too. Its just that it was really growing up without a mother.."

Daphne watched as the crimson liquid streaked from her mothers eye. She wiped it from her face with her hand, and listened to her mother's story.

Well, I understand your reasons, but I would have rather died than been seperated from you..

Daphne started to cry as well. She really did not want to bad mad with her mother, and she wasn't. The tears that streaked her face where tears of joy...she finally knew the reason why she was abandoned.

"To see you die would be worse than a thousand deaths to me. I do not think you understand how much I love you. Why else would I have done such a thing? There can be no other reason... other than love."

She brought Daphne closer to her, embracing her.

"All I want to hear from you is that you can forgive me... And perhaps you can tell me later on... about how you've grown up... you look more beautiful than you did as a child. It is surprising to see that you look as I did when I was that age. One would think that you were related to me by blood. You never know... it could be possible, by some strange coincidence."