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  She stared at herself in the mirror.
  "So much has changed," she tells herself.  She touches the skin underneath her eyes as she gazed into the dark eyes.  The iris was a dark blue, and her eyes seemed to be limitless.  An abyss.  "did you know my eyes were once light blue?"  She was speaking to the man behind her.  "Like a morning's sky.  But now they are dark."  Dark like a starless night.  ""And my hair- it used to have brown in it, not just dark brown.  In the summer, it was almost light."  She stroked her soft, dark raven black hair.  It was soft, much softer than how it used to be.  "My skin," she marveled at how soft and smooth it was.  "there used to be a scar on my cheek- but you wouldn't guess that now."
  It was true, her skin was flawless.  There were no scars, no marks, no flaws.  she was beautiful, a woman who was unmatched, unchallenged by her looks, and she knew it.  "Do you want to know how I did it?"  She turned away from her reflection and swept her left hand over her right, and as she pulled her hand away she was grasping the handle of a dagger.  The blade of the dagger was of twisted metal, insuring pain to the victim, whoever the unfortunate one would be.  "There are secrets in the world.  secrets i was not meant to find, but they are magnificent," she smiled wickedly.
  She touched the tip of the blade and blood dripped down her skin, leaving a red trail on her pale, perfect skin.  "Magic, and Blood," her voice lingered.  "The transfer of Magic from one body to another is amazing.  It feels of passion and it heals the body as it enters it.  It's wonderful- the feeling."  She stepped to the center of the room where a man laid on a stone table.  He was tied; his arms and legs were incapable of moving.  "You should know this, but you're to naive to realize your own magic."
  "You're man," the man said, spitting the words.  The woman smiled wickedly.  he watched as he pressed her palm on his stomach.
  "Ee cama," she whispered, speaking an unheard of language that the world had almost forgotten.  "Nol kiempre sodo kniesta, tiela sompro kiemra rona."  As she spoke in her foreign tongue, the air in the room seemed to take focus and shimmer.  The man felt himself become light headed.
  The woman moved her hand across the man's body to over his mouth, where a lbue glow slipped out from his mouth and followed the movement of the woman's hand.  Then, she flickered her wrist and the man's magic flew into her mouth.  "Kieta,' she whispered, sealing the spell and making his magic hers.
  The man began gasping for breath, as if it had suddenly became hard to breathe.  "So hard to live without something you never noticed you had," the woman smirked.  He weezed and she sighed as if bored.  "If I had known how dependent on magic you were- I would have killed you first.  It's messier to remove the magic from something dead- but it's easier to watch."
  Raising her dagger the man's face twisted into horror.  "Then again- maybe not."  She slammed the blade into his flesh, the blood hit her skin as she raised the blade to strike again.  Her face was calm, her eyes expectant, and her body was very controlled.
  When she stepped back there was no remorse in her dark eyes.  She raised the dagger to eye level and watched as each drop of blood rolled off the tip of the blade.  She let out a rush of dark blue breath, it wrapped around the dagger and instantly the blade and handle turned to dust.
  She wiped hr hands on a red towel and turned away to stare at her reflection and watched as her dark blue eyes slipped into a shade of black midnight.