{{If you're implying abotu Joshua that is strictly against my rules. That is PP(powerplaying) and is prohibited in my roleplays, please change it if that was your intent.}}
Ace sat by the edge of a dark pond. The waters reflected the cresent moon and Ace's blurred reflection. She only sighed, looking to the rose in her hand that was dripping scarlet. Ace had known picking the rose was a sacrifice, especially since the rose had been in the sacred grove on Vampiric territory. As the night grew on, so did her regrets for plucking the rose. For an unknown reason she felt an absolute need for it... not a want, a need... She heard voices very close in the distance and simply ignored them. She had herself in a hooded cloak that was embroidered in gold on the cuffs of it and over the rim of the hood. Ace watched, mesmirised as her blood dripped and trickled into the waters edge, leaving the water tainted with red. She'd vowed that somehow she'd dissapear from the face of the earth, if a faked death was the go, that's how she proclaimed it'd be. Ace panicked as the voices seemed to be getting closer, but she was unable to move, not because she coudln't, she just was... simply mentally stuck.