Geniveve looks around the forest her blue-grey eyes glowing in fear and determination, "Come on out!" She called, she cuts her wrist and lets the wind carry her scent. "I know your there," she claims softly, "And I'm sure you know I'm here too..." She mumbles. She sits down on a log waiting for someone to come and Change her, her beautiful face patient as she looks down at her wrist that was letting a steady stream flow into her cupped hand. "Well, you're wasting it now..." She said sadly, still waiting in moonlight.
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