Third Person POV
She stared morosely into the mirror, her eyes dull, her hair limp, the light gone from her eyes. Even as a vampire, she was plain, though she had the ability to look gorgeous if she would just put some effort into her appearance. But she had long given up on caring about herself. Lost in her misery and her anger of the past, haunted by events that she could not change and drowning in her hatred. It was a sad state to see the once vibrant girl in and one could not help but compare her to what she had looked like over a hundred years ago, to what she looked like now and find her wanting.
She grabbed a hairbrush and flung it into the dresser’s mirror, cracking it in several places, her voice a loud scream full of fury and anguish. “Why do you mock me like this? Where is my
