<span style="color: #8000FF"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">My mask is there to protect you....</span><span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 116%;">and me</span></span></div></span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i.picresize.com/images/2013/05/06/WVGne.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><br/>Victoria just walked into the abandoned building. She chose this building for her practice since it was directly in the middle of the entire town. This town use to be owned by witches only long ago in her earlier years. If you flew above the town and actually paid any attention to the layout of the town, you would see the symbol of her kind. Of course this town was a tourist site for its well known witch activity, which provided her the perfect cover. If the hunters found her, she would use the excuse of being a curious teenager just tampering with things she did not know about. It was the whole reason she placed her own personal journal inside one of the store bought books and if anyone looked at its pages, it was under a spell to appear as just another one of the pathetic excuses of a spell book. She smiled and just looked at the floor. Her eyes flashed a bright purple color as a symbol burned into the ground with a purple light. She walked over and sat down in the center of it. She was always running from place to place when she was discovered, always changing the mask she wore for the human world to see. She never showed her true face to anyone, never got close enough to love anyone. She was badly injured from the attack the witch hunters had surprised on her. She was going to attempt to heal herself, but her mask was fading quickly.<span style="color: #8000FF"><span style="font-style: italic">Fucking curse this body....</span></span>She whispered in her mind and coughed up some blood. She began to chant softly. Her eyes grew heavy and her body weak as she just fell over, the light fading and she became unconscious.<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #8000FF"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">My mask is there to protect you....</span><span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 116%;">and me</span></span></div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8000FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">(Victoria's age on the picture is what age she looks, not her actual age.)</span></span></div>