A/N: Canon for the final movie. And written for the 5,10,20,50,70,100 fandoms challenge, fandom 70.

Pretense

Trying to pretend to be a human was one of the strangest things she had ever done.

It hadn't been long since she ceased being a human after all – and yet the rigid way she held herself, the ease by which she had forgotten how to breathe, the constant undiluted thirst, the way she could so easily cast away bonds that had taken a lifetime to form…

It was easier, far easier, to be a vampire. Even if she still had her memories. Even if it hadn't been so long ago she'd been a human – apart from this world. She fit into the vampire world like a glove, it felt as though she had been born to be one. It took effort, it took care, before she could pretend to be a human again.

And yet it had been for naught – or near enough. Her father had known anyway, and even if he hadn't he could see those subtle differences she exhibited. The changes that'd been wrought.

If even her forcefully-kept-ignorant father could tell, then she couldn't even pretend. And somehow, it didn't matter. She didn't care. It was a glove that no longer fit, and not one she had ever really cared for.

Since she had new ones that were a perfect fit, she didn't care much for the old pair.