Sanctuary stood in her house that was like castle in the dark night of this winter day. Her blood red eyes watched the people on the New York street walk up and down nonstop. She knew that the werewolves were vastly approaching to kill her. She was the last that could save their kind, the last of the black blooded vampires. She was the only vampire that could raise the others from the dead, the only one with enough demonic power to call the darkness to her side. Her black hair hung in her face as her blood red eyes watched the lights flash outside her window. The only down side of her power was that her soul was slowly being consumed by a demon with in her. She must find her other half, or soul mate before it could finish her, or the vampire race would fade into darkness forever. This was Sanctuary's solemn duty and if she could not full fill it her death would be a very slow and painful one.
Sanctuary was one of the most recognized witches in the world. Her magic was in spell books every where. She walked slowly through the woods on her way home, with the book of darkness in her hand. Her black dress flailed a bit in the strong breeze of the fall day. Her long black hair was excruciatingly long. She walked slowly through the woods, to her cottage where she practiced magic with the help of her small apprentice that she named Shay. She was a little girl who would collect her things for her spells. Sanctuary was 19 and 5'9 at her age she was still considered a minor to some so she wasn't taken as seriously. The dead leaves crunched under her feet as she stepped slowly and cautiously through the woods.
