Post by Beezil on Sept 25, 2009 6:05:21 GMT -8
Vampire Name
Beezil
Nicknames
Beezie, Beez, BeezKneez, Beezilstein, Beezy-Bone, Weasel, Beezilla, Bee Arthur, Young Beezy, Spork, Beezer
Marital Status
Parter-bound with Malkavian
Sex
Female
Orientation
Straight
Species
Demon/Vampire
Blood Pints
72,300
Vampire Powers
Second-sight
Suction
Surprise
Perception
Celerity(3)
Charisma(3)
Locate(3)
Shadows(3)
Stamina(3)
Telepathy(3)
Thievery(3)
Age
Beezil's age is unknown exactly, but estimated to be close to 2,500 years.
Likes
Malkavian, wolves, coins, small fluffy things, cats, shiny things, sweet things, blood, meat, eyes, sex, storms, mud, tattoos, walks on the beach, arguing, reading, art, music, interesting people.
Dislikes
Idiots, liars, cheaters, happy people, loons, the smell of vodka, old blood, spiders, bugs, filth (not to be confused with mud), boring people, most humans.
Personality
This demonic woman has a brutal temper, but also has a sensitive, child-like side to her. Her childish nature often gets her into trouble, but is something to be admired about her as well. Her best feature is her personaility but, be careful. Her personalities change with her moods, which can turn at any given moment. Some might say Beezil has multiple personae, which is quite true. You might think you know her one day, and the next you won't recognize her at all. She goes in and out of depressive and manic states. When she is depressed, she keeps to herself mostly, lingering in the background with a morose air about her. Sometimes she might pop out of shadows to toy with a weaker being, only to amuse herself. When she is in a negative state of mind, she is extremely callous and spiteful. When she is in a manic state, she is very active and sometimes even quite sociable. Her mania gives her a creative streak, which is known for causing her to paint, draw, sculpt or write for long periods of time. When she is in this positive mood, Beezil can be mischievious and daring... If you catch a glimpse of a manic Beezil, consider yourself lucky. It is a rare occurence.
Physical Description
When she is not in shadows or her demonic forms, Beezil normally takes the guise of a young, 20-something female hume. 5'7'' in height, and about 120 pounds of well-toned flesh. Her eyes can turn from a dark evergreen to a pale jade color. When angry or very excited, they might flash a bright orange. Her eyes compliment her olive skin tone, which also has some soft pink undertones. She conceals behind her alluring, rosey smile, many rows of jagged fangs. Dark shades of brown hair cascade down to her middle, but she sometimes likes to twist it and pin it up to the back of her head or curl it into a frizzy mess... Sometimes, she just doesn't care about her hair. When Beezil wants to dress to impress, she's most likely to wear her ebony velvet robes, clasped together by a silver brooch that resembles a serpent. This would be worn over a Victorian dress, which she owns many variations of. She also loves the feeling of leather against her skin, and can be seen wearing it frequently. On a cold day, she's likely to be wearing a long suede jacket that nearly sweeps the floor, loose jeans, leather boots, and a soft sweater. But, sometimes, Beezil likes to just relax and wear her pajamas while walking around bare-footed.
Weapons
Beezil carries a long, steel katana, hand-made by a close friend she came to meet in China. It is sheathed in a wooden casing, and wrapped with crimson silk. The mahogany scabbard had a phoenix carved into one side, and a dragon carved into the other. The blade itself was inscribed simply to her, "For Beezil". The handle of this katana was a gold-plated dragon's head. She also keeps handmade, twin steel daggers concealed on her person at all times.
Special Abilities
Beezil may use fire storms, energy bursts, and lightning strikes as tools of destruction. She uses mind-control to overpower weaker individuals. She will use telekinesis in some instances for combat or just for amusement. She often manipulates the weather to create thunderstorms. She can use shadows to take on any form she wishes, but her favorite is the body of a small, dark calico cat with shining orange eyes. If she were attacked, Beezil would more than likely transform into her true demonic self, which is something most beings would do well to avoid.
-Sires-
1st Sire: PhedreDelaunay
2nd Sire: Sartori
3rd Sire: Lily (Lily Raven at the time)
4th Sire: Malkavian
5th and current Sire: Lily
A Brief Summary of Beezil's History
Roughly 50 miles off the coast of what is now known as the Black Sea, under the ominous sky and amidst a thick fog, Beezil was created with the grotesque power of black magic. Originally, she was made to serve a group of foul tempered wretches, most of whom were determined to take over the surrounding territories of their self-claimed land. These creatures, not so similar to men, were deep into the dark arts. They conjured great demons and beasts from a magical fire, speaking foreign words as they would recite long spells that could last days. These rituals often involved sacrifices.
Under the pale eye of the full moon, powerful spells were performed by the demented sorcerers to create this evil known as Beezil...only for her to be used as a tool for their sick amusement and war games. Immediately after her birth, risen from the blood of countlessly slaughtered virgins, the young demon rebelled against her creators with gross ferocity.
Beezil was made with the ability to cause both intense pleasure and immobilizing pain. She could take any form, once she had mastered her talents more...But, as Beezil lashed out against the deranged magicians, hawking burning poison at them and clawing relentlessly at their fragile skin, she realized she was only an infant, and completely unable to control her tremendous power.
Emerald eyes flared in the dark night, and long onyx claws cut through the air as she viciously attacked her captors. She was still covered in the blood that had delivered her into this world.
Beezil was easily restrained, possibly due to an enchantment of sorts. Locked in a cage, she was subdued by 3 men. Her master, that monster of a man, left her trembling behind the bars with a bit of rough-textured cloth to sleep under. Beezil spent most of her time in that cage, when she wasn't doing the bidding of the dark wizards. They used her as a weapon of sorts, a slave, and far too often for their own twisted sexual fantasies. She was beaten mercilessly when she disobeyed them; often tortured mentally and physically while subdued by powerful magics.
Later in her life, Beezil would serve many other ancients that had been living in the confines of a deep mountain range; one that was well hidden and full of beauty. For many generations, these monsters had dwelled there, unseen by most other beings. Today, these mountains are called the Carpathians. Within the mountain was a secret world, a culture, a city, and a personal Hell for Beezil.
As a child, Beezil would most commonly be seen in her natural form: A dark, blue skinned, demonic little girl with small black horns protruding from her hair. As she grew older, she began taking more hume-like features on, along with experimenting in other forms that pleased her senses.
As a young adult, Beezil killed many innocents, gorging on their blood to sustain herself in battle. Her many rows of sharp teeth cut through the humes' skin like a knife through butter. It was easy...but empty, and in her eyes, pointless. Still, she had no choice but to engage in these wars that filled her with such animosity... -They- were in charge.
Before long, Beezil had grown to her full potential, which turned out to be far greater than her masters had expected. After many painfully planned out scenarios, the young fledgling found her way out of the madness. She had figured out how to disable the locking mechanism that surrounded her cage, and so, Beezil started to spend her days searching through the catacombs of the giant mountain that seemed to engulf her. She discovered many books within a large library, and was free to inspect while the wretched ones lay dormant during the day. She learned many spells from their complicated magical texts, practicing them only during the hours of sunlight, and outside the shrouded caverns. She also learned much of the outside world, and all it had to offer her.
Finally, when Beezil had learned all she could from the ancient tomes, she fled the catacombs with a small satchel attached to her shoulder that she had filled with what few belongings she had, and some useful books from the library. She felt she was ready as could ever be expected to leave this place...the only home she'd ever known. She had nothing else now, but the books, some clothing, and enough food to last her a few days.
The road ahead was treacherous and long, but from then on Beezil was free. She gazed upon some of the greatest moments in history, but always kept herself quiet and unseen. She roamed the world freely, indulging herself in its rich culture as much as possible. She made many friends and a few enemies through the journey as well. She traveled from Romania to Transylvania, to Egypt, to Australia, to Japan, to China, to Russia, to Europe, and eventually settled in the new America. Being alive for over two millenniums had its perks, but easily drove Beezil to insanity. As the years dragged on, Beezil found herself more and more alone... not in the literal sense, but more in the sense that she had yet to find another like herself. She became bitter, cold, resentful, and dead inside.
A New Life
On a normal evening, back in early 2003, Beezil had left her dwelling for a short walk, and a short drink. She strode down an alleyway, dark and forboding. She was looking for a meal, and dying of thirst. Finding nothing, other than a few piles of garbage, the irritated demon turned on her heels and headed back home.
As she attempted to round the corner of the alleyway entrance, Beezil was stopped short by a tall, shadowed creature, smirking devilishly at her under long, flowing golden locks of hair. Beezil felt her heart leap into her throat as she gazed upon the being. It was PhedreDelaunay, a vampiress who had apparently been watching her for some time.
Phedre sired Beezil that night, and lead her to Ravenblack City, where she currently resides. Beezil gladly accepted Phedre's offering of blood, for she had been starved and longed for something new to excite her along the endless walk of immortality. The dark city of vampires seemed to be as good a home for her now as any other, with plenty of fresh humes to eat... and Phedre was always sure to keep the mischievious little demon on her toes.
Beezil soon grew even more powerful with the help of her newfound kindred. She explored the city curiously, with her improved vampire sight alluring her senses further. Phedre would teach Beezil all she could before severing her bond, at Beezil's request.
Close to a year after entering the city as an independent childe, Beezil met a rather interesting male vampire by the name of Sartori. He was well-known among their society, and generously offered to sire her. He helped her gain the first of her vampire powers, and introduced her to many of her current friends. Unfortunately, the bond with Sartori was not long, due mostly to disagreements within the family.
She was so deeply saddened after being severed, that Beezil spent a long time in hiding and secretively exploring the city's possibilities as much as she could. She was determined to regain the respect of her peers, and respect for herself.
As her formed relationships grew, so did the her circle of undead companions, and eventually, doors began opening much more easily for Beezil. She learned of all the vampyres had to tell, and such tales they told...some made her skin crawl and her blood boil to flame.
After years of building up her prowess in the vampiric city and becoming more familiar with it, Beezil was taken in by an elusive mistress known as Lily Raven, who later changed her name to Lily. Lily had always been kind to Beezil, and they easily formed a close friendship. As the months would go on, Beezil slowly got to know the rest of her new bloodline. Some of the vampires in her family were already known well to her, and she enjoyed their company more than most... She was content, for now... But still, in time, she knew she would become restless again.
Lily and Beezil remained bound in blood for a long while, but as Beezil saw her sire begin to fade away from view, she knew it was time to move on. She severed from her former sire in early June, 2009, at her own expense. As the demonic vampire stormed through the city, ravaging the bodies of what humes she could find, Beezil realized she had never felt so utterly alone. Why was there always the nagging void in the pit of her soul, daring her to fill it with the blood of slaughtered innocents, begging her to kill and torture without mercy or thought? She could not rest... She could only kill to feed, and barely showed her face around the city for a time. Beezil was torn into a thousand pieces by the conflicting emotions surrounding her severence from Lily. She did not smile for so long, nor did she feel the bittersweet emotion of love that comes naturally between kindred who share a bond. How could she love anyone now... And how could anyone love her? She thought it to be best, at the time, to disappear for a while.
Surprisingly, Beezil remained in the city, despite the downspiral she was currently in. An old friend approached her in one of the less frequented pubs that scattered the city, and after talking for some time, offered to sire her. His name was Malkavian, a well-renowned vampire of Ravenblack City. Beezil was taken back at first by his interest, but soon came to be closer to him than anyone she'd ever met. She felt at ease just being in his presence, calmed, and cared for. It was a strange feeling... something she had never really gotten used to. But, despite her hesitation, Beezil soon found herself to be Malkavian's childe.
Unfortunately, their relationship ended soon after he sired her. He severed at her request. The demonic entity was alone once more... She would always love Malkavian, despite how things ended between them.
As Beezil healed her emotional wounds in secrecy, she tried to remain positive and continue to see the few friends she had that remained within the city walls. Still... It was not enough to keep her moving. She longed to rest forever, to end the walk of immortality. Beezil tried to make herself happy, but it had become an increasingly hard task.
On a regular night, as she sat in the pub smoking her cigarettes, she was surprised to see Lily walk inside. She merely listened to her former sire chatting to friends for a while, and old feelings quickly emerged within her. She was distraught, torn, and feeling guilty... She had thrown away the best thing that had ever happened to her. The one and only being in the city who truly loved her, and understood her. Why? Why did she give it up? She'd been selfish and careless. She'd also been lonely... She remembered it very well.
Despite what pain came along with it, seeing Lily again just made Beezil realize how deep their bond truly was. All the hurt that came with severing should have been a sign to her that leaving was the wrong choice... But Beezil had never been very good at making choices when emotions were involved. That same day, she asked Lily for forgiveness, and pleaded with her to be taken back in. Her place was with Lily, and always had been. She didn't want anyone else, and she was more sure of it than anything she'd ever known in her entire existence. Soon, she was once again bound to Lily, and she felt complete again, something like her old self. Although her heart was still scarred, she hoped that with time, even her deepest wounds would heal.
Beezil
Nicknames
Beezie, Beez, BeezKneez, Beezilstein, Beezy-Bone, Weasel, Beezilla, Bee Arthur, Young Beezy, Spork, Beezer
Marital Status
Parter-bound with Malkavian
Sex
Female
Orientation
Straight
Species
Demon/Vampire
Blood Pints
72,300
Vampire Powers
Second-sight
Suction
Surprise
Perception
Celerity(3)
Charisma(3)
Locate(3)
Shadows(3)
Stamina(3)
Telepathy(3)
Thievery(3)
Age
Beezil's age is unknown exactly, but estimated to be close to 2,500 years.
Likes
Malkavian, wolves, coins, small fluffy things, cats, shiny things, sweet things, blood, meat, eyes, sex, storms, mud, tattoos, walks on the beach, arguing, reading, art, music, interesting people.
Dislikes
Idiots, liars, cheaters, happy people, loons, the smell of vodka, old blood, spiders, bugs, filth (not to be confused with mud), boring people, most humans.
Personality
This demonic woman has a brutal temper, but also has a sensitive, child-like side to her. Her childish nature often gets her into trouble, but is something to be admired about her as well. Her best feature is her personaility but, be careful. Her personalities change with her moods, which can turn at any given moment. Some might say Beezil has multiple personae, which is quite true. You might think you know her one day, and the next you won't recognize her at all. She goes in and out of depressive and manic states. When she is depressed, she keeps to herself mostly, lingering in the background with a morose air about her. Sometimes she might pop out of shadows to toy with a weaker being, only to amuse herself. When she is in a negative state of mind, she is extremely callous and spiteful. When she is in a manic state, she is very active and sometimes even quite sociable. Her mania gives her a creative streak, which is known for causing her to paint, draw, sculpt or write for long periods of time. When she is in this positive mood, Beezil can be mischievious and daring... If you catch a glimpse of a manic Beezil, consider yourself lucky. It is a rare occurence.
Physical Description
When she is not in shadows or her demonic forms, Beezil normally takes the guise of a young, 20-something female hume. 5'7'' in height, and about 120 pounds of well-toned flesh. Her eyes can turn from a dark evergreen to a pale jade color. When angry or very excited, they might flash a bright orange. Her eyes compliment her olive skin tone, which also has some soft pink undertones. She conceals behind her alluring, rosey smile, many rows of jagged fangs. Dark shades of brown hair cascade down to her middle, but she sometimes likes to twist it and pin it up to the back of her head or curl it into a frizzy mess... Sometimes, she just doesn't care about her hair. When Beezil wants to dress to impress, she's most likely to wear her ebony velvet robes, clasped together by a silver brooch that resembles a serpent. This would be worn over a Victorian dress, which she owns many variations of. She also loves the feeling of leather against her skin, and can be seen wearing it frequently. On a cold day, she's likely to be wearing a long suede jacket that nearly sweeps the floor, loose jeans, leather boots, and a soft sweater. But, sometimes, Beezil likes to just relax and wear her pajamas while walking around bare-footed.
Weapons
Beezil carries a long, steel katana, hand-made by a close friend she came to meet in China. It is sheathed in a wooden casing, and wrapped with crimson silk. The mahogany scabbard had a phoenix carved into one side, and a dragon carved into the other. The blade itself was inscribed simply to her, "For Beezil". The handle of this katana was a gold-plated dragon's head. She also keeps handmade, twin steel daggers concealed on her person at all times.
Special Abilities
Beezil may use fire storms, energy bursts, and lightning strikes as tools of destruction. She uses mind-control to overpower weaker individuals. She will use telekinesis in some instances for combat or just for amusement. She often manipulates the weather to create thunderstorms. She can use shadows to take on any form she wishes, but her favorite is the body of a small, dark calico cat with shining orange eyes. If she were attacked, Beezil would more than likely transform into her true demonic self, which is something most beings would do well to avoid.
-Sires-
1st Sire: PhedreDelaunay
2nd Sire: Sartori
3rd Sire: Lily (Lily Raven at the time)
4th Sire: Malkavian
5th and current Sire: Lily
A Brief Summary of Beezil's History
Roughly 50 miles off the coast of what is now known as the Black Sea, under the ominous sky and amidst a thick fog, Beezil was created with the grotesque power of black magic. Originally, she was made to serve a group of foul tempered wretches, most of whom were determined to take over the surrounding territories of their self-claimed land. These creatures, not so similar to men, were deep into the dark arts. They conjured great demons and beasts from a magical fire, speaking foreign words as they would recite long spells that could last days. These rituals often involved sacrifices.
Under the pale eye of the full moon, powerful spells were performed by the demented sorcerers to create this evil known as Beezil...only for her to be used as a tool for their sick amusement and war games. Immediately after her birth, risen from the blood of countlessly slaughtered virgins, the young demon rebelled against her creators with gross ferocity.
Beezil was made with the ability to cause both intense pleasure and immobilizing pain. She could take any form, once she had mastered her talents more...But, as Beezil lashed out against the deranged magicians, hawking burning poison at them and clawing relentlessly at their fragile skin, she realized she was only an infant, and completely unable to control her tremendous power.
Emerald eyes flared in the dark night, and long onyx claws cut through the air as she viciously attacked her captors. She was still covered in the blood that had delivered her into this world.
Beezil was easily restrained, possibly due to an enchantment of sorts. Locked in a cage, she was subdued by 3 men. Her master, that monster of a man, left her trembling behind the bars with a bit of rough-textured cloth to sleep under. Beezil spent most of her time in that cage, when she wasn't doing the bidding of the dark wizards. They used her as a weapon of sorts, a slave, and far too often for their own twisted sexual fantasies. She was beaten mercilessly when she disobeyed them; often tortured mentally and physically while subdued by powerful magics.
Later in her life, Beezil would serve many other ancients that had been living in the confines of a deep mountain range; one that was well hidden and full of beauty. For many generations, these monsters had dwelled there, unseen by most other beings. Today, these mountains are called the Carpathians. Within the mountain was a secret world, a culture, a city, and a personal Hell for Beezil.
As a child, Beezil would most commonly be seen in her natural form: A dark, blue skinned, demonic little girl with small black horns protruding from her hair. As she grew older, she began taking more hume-like features on, along with experimenting in other forms that pleased her senses.
As a young adult, Beezil killed many innocents, gorging on their blood to sustain herself in battle. Her many rows of sharp teeth cut through the humes' skin like a knife through butter. It was easy...but empty, and in her eyes, pointless. Still, she had no choice but to engage in these wars that filled her with such animosity... -They- were in charge.
Before long, Beezil had grown to her full potential, which turned out to be far greater than her masters had expected. After many painfully planned out scenarios, the young fledgling found her way out of the madness. She had figured out how to disable the locking mechanism that surrounded her cage, and so, Beezil started to spend her days searching through the catacombs of the giant mountain that seemed to engulf her. She discovered many books within a large library, and was free to inspect while the wretched ones lay dormant during the day. She learned many spells from their complicated magical texts, practicing them only during the hours of sunlight, and outside the shrouded caverns. She also learned much of the outside world, and all it had to offer her.
Finally, when Beezil had learned all she could from the ancient tomes, she fled the catacombs with a small satchel attached to her shoulder that she had filled with what few belongings she had, and some useful books from the library. She felt she was ready as could ever be expected to leave this place...the only home she'd ever known. She had nothing else now, but the books, some clothing, and enough food to last her a few days.
The road ahead was treacherous and long, but from then on Beezil was free. She gazed upon some of the greatest moments in history, but always kept herself quiet and unseen. She roamed the world freely, indulging herself in its rich culture as much as possible. She made many friends and a few enemies through the journey as well. She traveled from Romania to Transylvania, to Egypt, to Australia, to Japan, to China, to Russia, to Europe, and eventually settled in the new America. Being alive for over two millenniums had its perks, but easily drove Beezil to insanity. As the years dragged on, Beezil found herself more and more alone... not in the literal sense, but more in the sense that she had yet to find another like herself. She became bitter, cold, resentful, and dead inside.
A New Life
On a normal evening, back in early 2003, Beezil had left her dwelling for a short walk, and a short drink. She strode down an alleyway, dark and forboding. She was looking for a meal, and dying of thirst. Finding nothing, other than a few piles of garbage, the irritated demon turned on her heels and headed back home.
As she attempted to round the corner of the alleyway entrance, Beezil was stopped short by a tall, shadowed creature, smirking devilishly at her under long, flowing golden locks of hair. Beezil felt her heart leap into her throat as she gazed upon the being. It was PhedreDelaunay, a vampiress who had apparently been watching her for some time.
Phedre sired Beezil that night, and lead her to Ravenblack City, where she currently resides. Beezil gladly accepted Phedre's offering of blood, for she had been starved and longed for something new to excite her along the endless walk of immortality. The dark city of vampires seemed to be as good a home for her now as any other, with plenty of fresh humes to eat... and Phedre was always sure to keep the mischievious little demon on her toes.
Beezil soon grew even more powerful with the help of her newfound kindred. She explored the city curiously, with her improved vampire sight alluring her senses further. Phedre would teach Beezil all she could before severing her bond, at Beezil's request.
Close to a year after entering the city as an independent childe, Beezil met a rather interesting male vampire by the name of Sartori. He was well-known among their society, and generously offered to sire her. He helped her gain the first of her vampire powers, and introduced her to many of her current friends. Unfortunately, the bond with Sartori was not long, due mostly to disagreements within the family.
She was so deeply saddened after being severed, that Beezil spent a long time in hiding and secretively exploring the city's possibilities as much as she could. She was determined to regain the respect of her peers, and respect for herself.
As her formed relationships grew, so did the her circle of undead companions, and eventually, doors began opening much more easily for Beezil. She learned of all the vampyres had to tell, and such tales they told...some made her skin crawl and her blood boil to flame.
After years of building up her prowess in the vampiric city and becoming more familiar with it, Beezil was taken in by an elusive mistress known as Lily Raven, who later changed her name to Lily. Lily had always been kind to Beezil, and they easily formed a close friendship. As the months would go on, Beezil slowly got to know the rest of her new bloodline. Some of the vampires in her family were already known well to her, and she enjoyed their company more than most... She was content, for now... But still, in time, she knew she would become restless again.
Lily and Beezil remained bound in blood for a long while, but as Beezil saw her sire begin to fade away from view, she knew it was time to move on. She severed from her former sire in early June, 2009, at her own expense. As the demonic vampire stormed through the city, ravaging the bodies of what humes she could find, Beezil realized she had never felt so utterly alone. Why was there always the nagging void in the pit of her soul, daring her to fill it with the blood of slaughtered innocents, begging her to kill and torture without mercy or thought? She could not rest... She could only kill to feed, and barely showed her face around the city for a time. Beezil was torn into a thousand pieces by the conflicting emotions surrounding her severence from Lily. She did not smile for so long, nor did she feel the bittersweet emotion of love that comes naturally between kindred who share a bond. How could she love anyone now... And how could anyone love her? She thought it to be best, at the time, to disappear for a while.
Surprisingly, Beezil remained in the city, despite the downspiral she was currently in. An old friend approached her in one of the less frequented pubs that scattered the city, and after talking for some time, offered to sire her. His name was Malkavian, a well-renowned vampire of Ravenblack City. Beezil was taken back at first by his interest, but soon came to be closer to him than anyone she'd ever met. She felt at ease just being in his presence, calmed, and cared for. It was a strange feeling... something she had never really gotten used to. But, despite her hesitation, Beezil soon found herself to be Malkavian's childe.
Unfortunately, their relationship ended soon after he sired her. He severed at her request. The demonic entity was alone once more... She would always love Malkavian, despite how things ended between them.
As Beezil healed her emotional wounds in secrecy, she tried to remain positive and continue to see the few friends she had that remained within the city walls. Still... It was not enough to keep her moving. She longed to rest forever, to end the walk of immortality. Beezil tried to make herself happy, but it had become an increasingly hard task.
On a regular night, as she sat in the pub smoking her cigarettes, she was surprised to see Lily walk inside. She merely listened to her former sire chatting to friends for a while, and old feelings quickly emerged within her. She was distraught, torn, and feeling guilty... She had thrown away the best thing that had ever happened to her. The one and only being in the city who truly loved her, and understood her. Why? Why did she give it up? She'd been selfish and careless. She'd also been lonely... She remembered it very well.
Despite what pain came along with it, seeing Lily again just made Beezil realize how deep their bond truly was. All the hurt that came with severing should have been a sign to her that leaving was the wrong choice... But Beezil had never been very good at making choices when emotions were involved. That same day, she asked Lily for forgiveness, and pleaded with her to be taken back in. Her place was with Lily, and always had been. She didn't want anyone else, and she was more sure of it than anything she'd ever known in her entire existence. Soon, she was once again bound to Lily, and she felt complete again, something like her old self. Although her heart was still scarred, she hoped that with time, even her deepest wounds would heal.
