There where only two things that could make her smile, the first was him. Those soft blue eyes, scorching within her's. The feel of her nail sinking begginingly into the ivory flesh of his back. Those sharp canines sinking into her chest and throat. His soft hands caressing.<br/><br/>And the feeling she had now as she shoved this young childs head below the waters of a creek.<br/><br/>"Such a shame." -she wispered as the swadling clothes flowed down the stream.<br/><br/>The physique of such a girl was of a twelve year old perhaps. Petite hands wiped across the sundress her husband had purchased. Blond hair was wringed softly of water by the same hands as she walked tword there home. Her, her husbands, his other wives, and the remainder of there children.<br/><br/>A small tear dabbed at the corner of her eye as she thought of him. Up stairs perhaps with one of his concubines, his whores, and child barers. There names where as follows in order of age: Roxxane (a young transvestic gunslinger, about 40 years of age, a vampire) Sana (About 34, and a lician) Bena (a model, almost 20, and also his ward) and Anna (A gorgeous 14 year old human, with the most beautiful blue eyes and pale skin, so pure, skin just begging you for the crack of a wip.) The last wife he took was her. His little Nyala, who would never leave him, never turn her back on him...never grow up.<br/><br/>There werent many nights Hiro spent with this, his scrawny little child of a wife. She thought. but what was she to say about such things... all she wished was for someone to treat her as she was. A woman, not as a child. A woman with rights of her own, the power to leave her husbands home without having to sneak. But that was improboble. She the the controlling nature of her husband... but the others always made her wish it were just the two of them... How selfish.