es don
as she stood in the echoing entry hall of what used to be her brot
usty marble tabletop, their curled edges the color of
Her brother had never known a moment's happiness as a vampire, she reflected. He ha
s could travel through time and space at will, manipulate objects and human beings by mental tricks, disguise their presenc
ttle bones. Immortals were able to see and hear as well or better than the average alley cat, and
d his nobility
d petals in both hands and
ed brokenly as she cau
e parted her hands, allowing the dead petals rain gracefully down upon
they feared certain Angels and Warlocks, as well as audacious hum
for they tend to be greedy and unprincipled,
o live like them. It still mystified her however, that he admired them, these awkward beings who had no idea of the marvel
ketch of herself on the first page. She recalled their human days, in eighteenth century England, when s
ad another family. Though, Tori would forever hold a grudge against him. She would always d
here she'd been taught to sew, weave and embroider, as well as learn the necess
ar away in England. Then, when he had reached young man
staken for a mort
ld up in their minds. And, It was this makeshift method of communic
nitially tricked Viktor to believing she was a mere mortal. But then, murdered him wh
discovered the truth through the offices
e about her brother's predicaments. It was during t
rother would get to roam the entire world alone, for a
e benefits of becoming a nightcra
ght. But on the other, Alexa had pointed out that they were no guarantees if the fundamentals of religio
eard plenty of the Great Pit while growing up,
le damnation and the consumption of blood seemed like a
Viktor roaming the earth alone while
o ask Alexander to turn her. At first, Alexander had refused owning to the fact that he was a
t was not at all the unpleasant experie
footsteps. He went after Alexander, bloodlusted, intent on ending his e
nearly died the most horrible of vampire deaths that day; a hellish fiery ordeal triggered by the light of the dese
er brother's favorite retreat, holding the journal,
o see her brother's face once more was almost irr
guarantee of them returning to their old bonds. All that was left to d