08-14-2018, 01:52 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 70%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]Sure, the church is nice and all, but it gets a little cold sometimes. The lonely kind of cold; her body doesn't feel temperature like it used to. During the night, the vampire cuddles up in a thick blanket and finds herself staring into oblivion. For twenty-eight years, she slept at this time. Contrary to the term 'death sleep', the dead don't really need to sleep. Surprising, right? Not really. It makes sense, she tells herself, none of the other vampires sleep. They don't need to. I don't need to. I want too.
It's been a very rough and elongated transition period.
Tearing off her blanket, Xenia stands abruptly and growls in frustration. She can't take this anymore! Pulling on her boots, the huntress kicks the closest wall but, for some ungodly reason, it doesn't make her feel any better. She's gonna get out of this place.
In the dead of night, San Creado is alive. More alive than it ever is during the day. You can't hear crickets here at night; the air is too full of music and chatter, a never-ending party that's far from magical. After all Xenia been through, she still doesn't believe in magic. If it was real, there'd be a way to go back, and so far those odds haven't been in her favor.
The woman knocks. Hopefully they're home. She already hates going to others for help quite a bit so she doesn't need any more of a push to stay away. "Alex? It's Xenia. Are you awake?" Who is she kidding, of course they are! Has Alex slept once in 200 years? Not likely.
It's been a very rough and elongated transition period.
Tearing off her blanket, Xenia stands abruptly and growls in frustration. She can't take this anymore! Pulling on her boots, the huntress kicks the closest wall but, for some ungodly reason, it doesn't make her feel any better. She's gonna get out of this place.
In the dead of night, San Creado is alive. More alive than it ever is during the day. You can't hear crickets here at night; the air is too full of music and chatter, a never-ending party that's far from magical. After all Xenia been through, she still doesn't believe in magic. If it was real, there'd be a way to go back, and so far those odds haven't been in her favor.
The woman knocks. Hopefully they're home. She already hates going to others for help quite a bit so she doesn't need any more of a push to stay away. "Alex? It's Xenia. Are you awake?" Who is she kidding, of course they are! Has Alex slept once in 200 years? Not likely.
I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE!
★ i know what you've done ★