Mara smiled, looking a bit weary.
'My dear, you must be hurt. Don't be afraid of me... I am not as powerful as I look like,'- sighed she, looking at the groung beneath her. Suiddenly she felt that it would be a wonderful thing - to sit down. And she did so. Mara was not wondering why she was doing it. Why didn't she leave with Diana?
Well, I could. But she is a vampress too and I'm not leaving her alone here. Her mind seems messed up, it does. My heart hurts. Too.
Mara smiled again.
'You know, it is quite hard for me to understand to whom I'm talking... I mean - you are Tiba, aren't you? A nice name.' Damn, why every name must be a nice one?.. 'I'm talking to you, Tiba, for I see you here. I see your body, your eyes. And I want to cry, you know? For I imagine how beautiful they could be if there was no war. That's why I'm fighting. Or trying to. And you? Who are you, inside her body? When I was a little girl, my parents told me, that no one can have two souls in only one body. Where is your body? I want to know.'
Pale blue Mara's eyes looked at Tiba. She needed to know.
'And if you are lonely here, you may come with me. Why not?..' |