My how time flies when one is not paying any attention to it. Or perhaps, she is fully aware of how much time has, or hasn’t, passed. Yes. She does. She is fully aware of how much time has gone by. When one lives alone with only yourself as company, it is hard to not notice the passing of time. One full long month has passed since she’s seen him last. One full long month has passed since she walked out his door. One full long month it has been since she has last seen the one she sired. It was time. Time for her to search for him. Time for her to find him and speak with him. She could not keep herself away from him forever.

Enyo had gotten up just a little before sunset to shower and such. She didn’t like to keep Sasha waiting to go out. It had been a week since she’d been given the dog. The two continued to grow closer and closer with each passing day and night. She picked out her clothes and then had gone in to shower. After showering, she dried off and got dressed. Tonight, she has picked out a long dark red skirt that flows gently around her dainty ankles. The blouse she has chosen to wear is a red that is a few shades lighter than her skirt but nearly matches her hair. It has spaghetti straps on the shoulders and a low ‘V’ shape in the front over her amble bosom. Dainty feet are sporting dark red sandals with no heel. She’s taken to not wearing heels so that she can play with her dog easier.

Sasha was always happy and excited for their nights out. Tonight was no different. Enyo put the leash on her dog and left her apartment. Of course, she locked the door behind her. Enyo is now making her way through the city on her way to find him to speak with him before taking Sasha to the field that she takes Sasha to allow her to run off her leash without having to worry about anyone else being around and getting upset about the dog running around freely. Sasha never goes very far from Enyo when she’s running around and always keeps the vampress within her line of sight. Vampire and dog are quite attached to each other. The two of them are inseparable. Enyo finally has a friend that loves her unconditionally.

She’s singing softly to herself as she walks her dog down the sidewalk. Her angelic voice lingers in the air around her as she ventures forth. She is quite alert to everything going on around her and such. However, she is much more relaxed now that she has Sasha at her side than when she walked the streets alone. Sasha is always there now. By her side. Watching out for her. Protecting her.

As she walks, she can feel eyes upon her every now and then. She greets the stares with nothing more than a brief smile and continues on her way. The vampress knows she doesn’t look human. She knows that there are things about her that puts her far above a mere mortal woman. Her beauty is one of those things. She carries her beauty with pride. Not to the point where she’s stuck up. Oh no. That wouldn’t be Enyo at all. Her hair. So red. So full. So silky to the touch. Never a single split end. And so very long. It flows around her waist. Going just a tad past it. She shines with beauty and grace. Not literally shines but has a sort of glow about her that a mere mortal woman could never have.

She is paler than usual. It’s been two weeks since she last fed. She isn’t quite entirely running on empty as of yet. She is, however, getting close. She can still feel her heart beating within her hollow chest. As long as she can feel that, she is okay. For the moment anyway. It is when she can not feel that, that the pain of what she is begins to creep in entirely. Yes. She feels pain because of what she is. Ever since that night that she walked out that door, she has not entirely been the same as she once was. She is, however, still taking care of herself. Just not feeding. She is taking care of herself because she has Sasha to look out for.

She continues her search for him... Morose... for this is something she must do. She must speak to him...

Enyo, you should have known where Morose would go. You don’t need to know him well to know that upset or not, the first place one might look to find him is in a cemetery. This before and after he’d been turned, this since the day he’d gotten into Bayfield, this, even after he’d found Jex.

Morose was in the cemetery on his knee before a headstone of whom he did not know. He was examining it with a special closeness. His fingers were tracing slowly each individually engraved mark on that headstone, carefully caressing each rough point in the stone. There’s that rose, in his other hand, hanging gently by his side. The red was vibrant next to his hair, which seems to have lost it’s luster. The thorns are sharp and fresh, the stem long. He spent a long time studying the rose that night before sealing it in wax, and then just as long after having sealed it. Now he was spending hours at each headstone, contemplating it. He was trying so very hard not to think.

Recently, since Enyo had walked out, seemingly, of his life, his mind has been rebelling against being controlled. His thoughts were haunted by Zachary’s disappearance, by Jex’s eventual death, by Enyo’s words, his own words. He didn’t want to think about it, yet he couldn’t stop. But he found when he kept his mind buys studying, he ceased thinking about what he didn’t want to.

So, without stopping his search for Zachary, he stopped thinking about it and just did it. Except this way was far more tedious. He left at Sunset, every evening, but he returned earlier then he normally would have. He returned when he knew that Jex would still be awake, when Jex would still be home. He tried his very best every night to see him.

Tonight, Morose had left the apartment dressed in a pair of pants that were loose the entire length of the leg but settled on his hips, straps coming off of them randomly to look as if they were torn when they were not. These were entirely black. His shirt was tight, long sleeved, black. It covered everything on his torso. His throat had the leather strap of collar and the cord with the cross dangling from it. Nearly none of his flesh was visible except his head and his hands. His hair was messy, un-geled and the bangs pushed back behind his ears, ignored entirely.

Enyo finally has a friend that loves her unconditionally

Morose might bitterly add that the dog had a choice. He loves her, probably unconditionally because even when she angers him, he still loves her, he still longs for her desperately. But his ‘liking’ her is conditional. He can’t find it to enjoy her company unless a few conditions are met. And really, they are very few. They just happen to be important and big. Such as not feeding from a living being. Honestly, that’s it. They just can’t seem to stop fighting and that usually is the root of the argument.

Of course. How could she forget? It’s how she met him the first time. It’s where she followed him and watched him go after that. It’s where she bit him. Changed him. Made him what he is without his permission. Different cemeteries of course. But cemeteries none the less.

She’d continued strolling through the city and was nearing the entrance of the cemetery. She could feel him. Sense him. Strongly. She knew he was here. Through the gates she walked with Sasha at her side. Sasha’s eyes traveling over every inch as they walked along towards the direction she sensed him. Neither one making much for sound. Only the breathing of the dog would be heard really.

She sees him. Enyo sees him. The dog can smell him and casts a glance up to her vampire. Enyo just smiles at the dog and continues forward. She pauses seven rows away behind him. Her bright green eyes watching him. Her skin so very pale in the moonlight. A frown comes to her face as she lets her gaze travel over him. His unkept hair catching her attention. She wants to go to him. But doesn’t. She stays standing right where she is. Watching. Waiting. Silently. Sasha has already lowered her rump to the ground beside her vampire.

When I say that she finally has a friend that loves her unconditionally, I mean that it doesn’t matter what she does or doesn’t do, the dog still loves her. Sasha doesn’t care that her person is a vampire. She doesn’t care if her vampire feeds upon a living being or not. Her vampire can be gone for all of thirty seconds and when she returns, Sasha greets her as if she’s not seen her for days and days. Sasha doesn’t get mad at her vampire for any reason. There are no conditions in the least for the dog to want to be in the company of her vampire.

She’s watching. Waiting. Silently. Green eyes not once leaving his form. She waits...

He can feel her, sense her as strongly as she can feel him. Has she just happened upon him incidently or was she trying to find him? Honestly, at this point, he hasn't even got the heart to hope she was looking, he hasn't got the heart to hope that she intentionally found him. He believes she's just accidently run across his radar. Because why would she look for him if she left? Why would she look for him if she'd sounded as if she were going to just cease to be?

He feels a slight reliefe and opens his lips just barely, to sigh out the soft sound of releif that his senseing her physically confirms she is indeed still there, not gone. Because he'd been monitoring that 'sense' at the edge of his grasp that was her, trying to feel if she died. But everything about this is new to him. How could he know if she stood in sunlight and died, that he would feel her be gone? He didn't. And, after talking to Asher, how could he know for sure at all that the sun would even kill her? He didn't.

He expected her to recede from his senses, but she didn't. She grew stronger until he could smell her under the decay of the cemetery. He could smell her and an animal, a dog, it's breath, it's fur, it's blood. He waited for her to near him, without turning to look, but she didn't. She just stopped. He closed his eyes but continued to touch the engraved words, fingers tracing slowly.

After a few moments, it became too much. Some of the memories he was trying not to remember came, this scene was just too firmiluar to ignor at all. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and the fingers that had been tracing the stone came away to touch his forhead, let his palm half cover his eyes.

"What's the fucking point? I know your there." Same exact words he'd spoken the night she'd changed him. Same exact words he'd said when he'd known she was there in the dark. Then softer he said: "And You know I know that."

Yes, lovely, she has come looking for you. She hasn’t just happened upon him in her nightly walks. She’d set out to find him from the moment she had woken that night. No. She had not gone and caused herself to cease to be. She had thought about it though. Actually considered it. So very much. But she’d not been able to go through with it. For him. Always for him. Do not think for a moment that the sun would not kill her. She’d tested that quite some time ago. When she’d wanted away from her sire more than anything else in the world. She’d stuck her hand out into the sunlight. It had caught on fire. Her sire had caught her. It hadn’t been pretty. In the least.

She could feel his relief. She was unsure of what it was from. But she had a slight idea. She smiled ever so slightly as she heard his words. Oh to just hear his voice. She took a slight step forward but stopped again. Can you feel that? She feels unsure. Unsure of herself. Unsure of if he even wants to see her. Unsure of if he wants her near. She motions for her dog to stay. Sasha shifts how she’s sitting ever so slightly. She had been about ready to get up to follow her vampire but she stayed. It was what her vampire wished of her. She would do so.

“I was looking for you...” she finally says ever so softly.

Unsure? Something inside him wanted her to be unsure. To make up for all the time he'd spent this month unsure, uncertin if she had killed herself, uncertin if she'd lived and just left him, unsure if 'I'll always love you' meant she would but she'd never see him again. He wanted her to feel as unsure as he'd felt. He's hurt, oversensitive, bitter.

If he'd known that she'd wanted away from her sire enough to actually try that, then he found out that, after what had happened with him she had considered doing it again, he'd compare himself to her sire. Do you know what that would do to him? Could she possibly understand that? That her willingness to do that would make him feel just as bad as her sire had been?

"were you?" He sounded detatched. He had to be, or he'd find those memories swamping him now would overpower him, make him cry again. He had to stay detatched from them. "You knew where I'd be," his tone implied that she should have bothered to look no where else, but it wasn't angry and mean. Just a fact.

He still hasn't turned around.

Darlin’, there really is a big difference between her sire and you. Believe it or not. There is. I know it’s probably hard to see that at the moment. You’ll just have to take my word for it. With her sire, she had actually tried to go through with killing herself. With Morose, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. For him. For Morose. She couldn’t do it. She loves him too much to have gone through with it.

“Yes...” she whispered softly and took another step forward. Again, her forward movement paused. “I... I needed to see you...” she added in that same hushed whisper.

He still didn't turn.

He let the silence fill. He'd never been willing to do that before, ever, because he'd always thought that such silence was awkward to him and to another, but he'd been shown that he can have what he loves most (silence) while another is around without it becoming awkward. He wanted to know if it was the same with Enyo. Could he be as silent as he felt he should be without feeling uncomfortable?

So he didn't answer for a long time, only sat there, silently, with his hand over his face, covering his eyes and attempting not to think about that night, so similar to this one. The night he was changed. But the silence felt strangled, he wanted her to speak, he wanted to speak. He wanted her to feel unsure.

"I wanted you to need me. All month." His voice cracked almost, nearly, but it remaind that same good deep baritone it always had been. He's still not turned.

Silence very rarely ever caused her to feel uncomfortable. She was used to it after all. The silence. The loneliness. The emptiness. She didn’t feel awkward because of the silence. She felt awkward because of the things that had been left unsaid. Awkward because of the things that /had/ been said. Awkward because of the things that needed to be said. But not uncomfortable. Never uncomfortable. Not with the silence itself.

There was no need for him to want her feel unsure for she already felt it. Unsure. Of everything. Of if she should even be here right now. Of if he wanted her to be here. Of if he even wanted to see her again. She knows. She knows she hurt him. Always hurting him. Isn’t that the story of her life thus far? Hurting him?

She stood still. Perfectly still. The only movement was of her hair and skirt from the light breeze that drifted through every so often. Still as a statue. Watching him. Wanting him. Needing him. Loving him. Not in the sense of how a man and wife want, need and love each other mind you. No. That is not how their odd relationship is. Never has been. Probably never will be. But she loves him none the less.

“I have...” she whispered. She couldn’t bring herself to speak any louder than a whisper. Why? Because she felt that if she spoke in only a whisper, her own pain would be hidden. Is it? Not likely. But it’s a good try.

her own pain would be hidden

Not by merely whispering, never. Morose can feel her, her feelings in the corner of him, right where Jex was, right where that woman was. He could feel how she felt, knew what she felt like. And now that he's actually trying to reach out and touch that place, he can feel what she wants, what she needs. He needs her too. She probably knows that, but he wouldn't admit it out loud. He still feels terrible that he needs her when she needs him. He should not need anyone, he should be able to care for her without needing in return. At least...that's all he knows. Remember, they're the first people that required him, needed him.

"I'm sorry you have." That you have needed me and I havn't been able to be there. He felt terrible, cold hands tightening around his chest, suffocating him. Take care of yourself first, then you'll be able to take care of others. So what happens when you try to take care of yourself, but it doesn't work? He's been trying, to sort out his religeion, what he does and doesn't still believe in, he's been trying. But he can't. It hurt far too much.

And Jex and Enyo's lives couldn't be put on hold so he could sit and try to understand his own.

"I love you," he's still facing the headstone, his eyes covered.

It was worth a shot, eh? The trying to hide her pain by whispering. Yes. She knows. She knows he needs her as much as she needs him. For her, it feels good to feel needed. Wanted. Especially for her. The lonely vampress who walks through her eternal life alone and empty.

A couple more steps forward. A mere three rows of headstones between her and him. “No...” she whispers. “Don’t be... Don’t be sorry... I’m not...” And she wasn’t. She wasn’t sorry. Not for needing him. Not for wanting him. And most certainly not for loving him.

I love you

She covers the distance between them as if she was gliding over the ground. In a sense, she was. Surprisingly. She’s not done that before. Glided over the ground I mean. She’s beside him now. Standing there. Looking down at him. And then, she drops to her knees. Beside him. She can barely feel her heart beating since it’s been two weeks since she last fed. “I love you...” she whispers back to him.

Cold, dainty hand reaches out towards him. But stops. In mid-air. She wants to touch him. To know that he is really there. To know that it’s not her mind playing tricks on her. But she doesn’t. Her hand lingers there. In the air. Between them.

"I know," he replied quietly after having listened to her cover the distance between them silently and quickly. He'd scarcely heard her when she'd moved. He didn't look. He stayed facing the stone, his hand covering his face, keeping his eyes closed, his other hand holding the rose delicatly between his fingers, the thorns pricking his fingers, though no blood followed through the cuts.

"I know you do." Her hand came up, but he didn't see it, he still had his eyes closed, still hiding his face. And then he opened one eye, looked sideways at her from under his fingers, stared at her hand for a long time before closing his eye again. Then after another moment, he leaned his body sideways a little, pressed his side against her hand, and then dropped his rose.

He opened his eyes and stared at it for a long moment. Then turned to her. His face was pale, the veins seemed to have risen to the surface, his skin looks almost translucent. He's starved himself a good deal. And he leaned towards her and pressed his lips to her forhead. They were dry and cold.

"Don't leave me." This said against her forehead.

Green eyes stayed on him. Watching. Silently. Wanting him. Needing him. Needing to know that he’s really there. She watched him as he leaned towards her hand. Her hand now touching his side. A sharp exhale of breath escaped from her. She’d been holding her breath. Not even realizing it. She didn’t need to breathe to live, after all.

Dainty arms moved to wrap around his thin frame as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead. She was cold. Oh so cold. And pale. Even paler than the day he found her wandering aimlessly. Unlike that day though, she’d been taking care of her physical appearance. Just not feeding. “I never left you...” she whispered. Yes. She had walked out the door of his apartment a month ago. “I’m a part of you... just as you’re a part of me...”

Morose frowned, scowled, then let her arms slip around him. He feels skinnier then he is. Always has felt skinner, looked skinner, weaker then he was. Even more so now that he's a vampire and his strength is great. Strength he'd hurt Jex with a few weeks ago, holding him too tightly. Yes, he still feels bad about that.

"You did leave me. But you won't now, right? I can't be alone Enyo. Please." Has he discussed the realization he'd had with her? No. But surely she'd realized it long before he had. That one day, Jex was going to die and he was going to be alone. He was still speaking against her forehead and eventually her brough his arms to come up and around her waist, his hands against her back, big enough to wrap around her.

She held him. His lips pressed to her forehead. She held him. Not letting him go. Hearing his words tore at something within her. It was like... hearing her own words but coming from him. “You’re not alone, my love,” she whispers softly to him. “I never left you. Not really. Not if you think about it.” She lifted her head away from him to look at his face. One arm came from being around him and placed a hand on his chest. “I’m here. Always here.” Her hand moved from his chest to touch his face before it went around his neck to pull him close.

He shook his head. He'd never believed that. Ever. In his entire life he'd never believed that someone would always be right there in your heart that close. But he let her talk and he let her touch his chest and he didn't move at all through the whole exchange. When she hugged him again, he just stared into the distance, over her head.

"I stopped believeing that when my father said it." His voice was weak. *Gasp* Morose had a father? Ever? He's never mentioned him before. Not even the word. And it's the first time he's spoken the word in a long time. "I believed. And seventeen years later, it's a load of crap."

There it goes, the tear. That he didn't want to shed. One of the topics that he didn't want to, has been trying not to, think about at all.

She continued to just hold him. There is a /lot/ about Morose that she doesn’t know. She shakes her head ever so slightly. “It’s not... if you don’t want it to be,” she whispers. “Why? Why did you stop believing it?”


((Oh my fucking goddess... This is a piece of shit post and I feel /horrible/ for even posting it x.x))

He frowned, pulled out of her arms. He looked at the headstone and then at her. Why? Why had he stopped believing. Because he was given nothing to believe in. He shook his head.

"No. I can't believe it. I don't want to." He looked at the headstone again and frowned. "Can....can we go somewhere?" This felt wrong, inappropriate to renue themselves, their relationship, on the grave of someone he didn't know. He reached down and picked up the rose, placed it on the headstone, then stopped himself in the middle of an action.

He raised a hand and put it over Enyo's eyes, his hand nearly covered half of her face. He crossed himself then, giving his blessings to the person, giving his condulgence. Then he dropped both hands and stood.

She leaned back on her heels as he pulled away from her. She frowned and lowered her gaze slightly as he spoke. She said nothing. A slight nod was given as he asked if they could go somewhere. Of course she would agree. Why wouldn’t she? It was, after all, she who had come looking for him. This time.

She was slightly startled when her face was suddenly covered by his hand. But she didn’t pull away. After his hand dropped, she gracefully got to her feet in one fluid motion. She moved to stand at his side and looped one cold dainty arm through his. She waited for him to lead the way. Oh. Wait. Her arm dropped from his and she turned to where she’d put her dog in a stay.

“Sasha. Come.” Sasha leapt to her feet and ran to her vampire. “Good girl,” the vampress told her and patted her head gently. She picked up the leash and turned towards Morose again. Cold, dainty arm looped through his again. Now she’s ready.

Morose frowned at her arm, then it went away and his frown deepened. Then she called sasha and he watched the pooch bound over. Staring at it for a long moment, he felt her arm loop around his again. This was so very much like walking with Asher, it felt like holding him to, Enyo being shorter then him, as Asher was. His gaze rested on the dog and he tried to see it as a dog. He could see it as blood, pumping, heart beating. Enyo's animal, Enyo's Sasha.

It was good to see that she had someone less complicated then himself, someone who wouldn't hurt her or question her as he did.

He began to walk, he didn't know where. But the moment they were out of the cemetery he spoke before he would have a chance to back out of it.

"I wasn't ever given any reason to believe. He said he'd come back and he never did. Said he'd always be here," he touched his chest, rubbed it, sneered. Anger. Hurt, fright. Child. "I could never feel him. He wasn't there. He abandon me."

Sasha is more than just Enyo’s animal. It’s not even Sasha who belongs to Enyo. It is the vampress who belongs to the dog. Sasha had decided that nearly three weeks ago. It had become so a week after having met the beautiful animal. Sasha had made up her mind and there was no way out of it even if Enyo had wanted to. It was a good thing that she hadn’t wanted out of it. She loves the dog. Very much. Her constant companion through all the loneliness of the empty apartment.

The young vampress moved gracefully... smoothly... beside him as he led them out of the cemetery. Sasha trotting along at Enyo’s side. Her dark brown eyes constantly alert and watchful. Watching the shadows dancing in the night. Quite the protective beast this one is. And the vampress wouldn’t want it any other way. Sasha looks out for her and she looks out for Sasha. It is as it should be.

She listened to him speaking. It was so good to hear his voice again. She’d missed him. Very much. She could feel his hurt and anger as he spoke. “I’m sorry...” she said softly. Sorry for? For many things obviously. For right now, she was sorry that he’d been hurt by his father. “I am not he,” she finally said softly. Nearly a whisper. “I have not abandoned you. I left without saying I would come back. But I did. I returned to you.”

Morose nodded, he understood that, but still he couldn't just begin to believe that someone would always be with him. You can't just believe again once you've made yourself stop. And he couldn't just start believing that anyone who left would come back. He said nothing then, for a while.

"I supose."

And then he was silent again, listening to the sound of the dog moving. Next to Enyo, he looked clumsy. He moved like a human. He remembered feeling that way with Asher too, clumsy, very human. After a few moments, he spoke again.

"Where did you go? What have you been doing?"

That’s not true. Not entirely. Enyo has never believed in anything in all her life. And she’s starting to. Slowly. She’s starting to believe in something. It’s taking time. A lot of time. And will probably keep taking time. But she’ll eventually get there. He can too if he really wants to. At least, have a /little/ faith in /her/. Just a little. Even a tiny bit is better than nothing at all. Really. It is.

The vampress, herself, was still not entirely able to move so gracefully. Not like Asher. That was something that came with time. She was still but a mere child by way of vampire years. A child. A child who sired another. A child who had no right to do what she’d done. It’s like... letting a human child get pregnant, give birth and expect them to be a great parent. It doesn’t work like that.

Where did she go? After she left his apartment? Or during this entire time that she’d stayed away? “I wandered around until nearly dawn before going back to my apartment,” she said softly. Answering as if he were merely talking about that single night. Notice that she didn’t call it home. Home is where the heart is. Home doesn’t feel as empty as you feel inside. The apartment was not home. It was but a place to go and hide from the daylight hours.

“I’ve met others... two vampires... older than me... by far... elders...” She shuddered slightly as the word ‘elders’ escaped from her lips. “And another. Not a vampire.”

To the apartment. Hm. Every night? He had indeed meant the entire time she'd not been with him. Where had she been? What had she done? Obviously she's not fed in a while, he wondered if it was his fault. Who was he kidding? Of course it was his fault. He had driven her to this. because, Enyo, everything is Morose's fault, just like everything is your fault.

"Two? Not like the one I met I hope," he is, of course, talking about the one he'd told her about months ago. The one that had been sweet to him and then murdered a man, painted the wall with his blood, and tried to drive Morose to drinking it. That was before he'd made his first and only kill, before he'd bit Jex. "I....was found by another too." Found because technically that was what happened. Asher had found him. Followed him even.

"Who were they? What were they like? And the other? What was it?" He was speaking freer, because they weren't discussing what hurt, and it was keeping those memories away.

No. Not every night. There are several nights that she had not returned to her empty apartment. A full five nights to be exact. Three of the five nights spent in animalistic passion. She didn’t say this though. Nor did she say what had caused it to happen in the first place. Would she? Would she be able to tell him that she’d killed someone again after so long of having not? Would she be able to tell him any of that which had happened? Maybe. Maybe not. We’ll see how the night unfolds.

No Morose. It’s not your fault that she’s not fed in a while. It’s not your fault in the least. It’s because she’s no longer visiting the slaughter house. She’s not returned there since the night she killed the man that had caught her in the blood storage room. She didn’t need to anyway. She has someone willing to let her feed from them. All she has to do is go to them. But she’s not done so since the night they parted company in front of her apartment door. Why? Not sure. She’ll break soon though.

She shook her head slightly. “No. Not at all like the one you told me about having met,” she said softly. Her cold arm stayed looped through his as they walked. She wasn’t even paying attention to where they were or weren’t going. Sasha continued moving along at Enyo’s side. Ever alert. Ever watchful. Trusty Sasha.

“The first one I met a week after I left your apartment,” she finally said softly. “I found myself in a club for some reason. I don’t ever go to those places. They disgust me. But I had that night. He bumped into me. We started talking and then he invited me to walk with him. I went with him. I wanted out of that place anyway. We walked. And talked. The night was growing shorter and he offered to walk me back to my apartment. By the time we reached it, the night was terribly close to being over. He wouldn’t have made it across town before sunrise. So I invited him to stay.”

She paused for a moment to glance down at her dog. She smiled and reached down with her free hand, the hand holding Sasha’s leash, and pat the dog softly on her head. “His name is Shen. We talked all day. Once the night came, we parted company. He’s over three hundred.” They really had talked the entire day away. It was hard to believe. But it had felt so good, too. To just sit and talk with someone like that. She still hopes that they will one day meet again.

“The second one, I met but five days ago,” she continued. “Even older than Shen. An elder.” Did you feel that? That would be Enyo shivering at the mere word ‘elder’, again. She will never get over the fear that creeps into her at the mere mention. Perhaps when she has ‘lived’ for many centuries she might. But for now, that fear of them clings to her heart. “And the other that I met... I met three weeks ago. A demon...” She made no mention as of yet about the elder vampire that she’d met. Not yet.

"Shen," he repeated the name softly, as if making sure that in months, or years, he could be told that name and make the connection between it and Enyo. To memory so that maybe one day, he'll meet another vampire, one less like the female he'd met. To memory so that he could ask Asher about him, if he knew him, if he would hurt his Enyo in the least way.

He didn't get a name for the other too, something to remember and ask about, a name to try and match a face too. The second startled him quite a bit. Zachary had told him about vampires and werewolves, magic in general, he'd even mention demons and incubus, but the vampire is young. Hes never met a werewolf, let alone a demon.

"The one I met was old. Very old. Is that what you call an el..." That's about the point that the 'demon' had sunk in and he stopped walking, stopping her with him by the arm. "A what?"

She nodded ever so slightly as he repeated the name of the first one she’d met. She continues walking beside him with her cold arm linked in his. They didn’t seem to have any sort of destination. Not that it mattered any at all at the moment. She was just glad to be talking to him again. To be near him. To hear his voice. She listens as he starts talking about having met one that was very old and started to ask her a question. But he’d stopped in mid question it seemed.

Just as he stopped his question, he also stopped walking. She had no choice but to stop walking as well since her arm was still linked with his after all. She blinks a few times at him as if she were trying to understand him and his last question. “A demon...”

"A real demon?" Now he sounds like a mortal. A mortal that he'd not sounded like since he was twelve. Or younger. And only once in his life had he sounded like a normal kid. Yes, that would be about the time Zachary was in his life.

"What was it like? Is it....demonic? Like evil..." Scowl. Aren't we getting a little hypicritical Morose? "Like us? Is it a monster?" Oh dear. We're back to that subject. "What were their names? How old were they?" Maybe we arn't. "Have you ever met one before?"

He seems to realize he's stopped them and begins to walk again.

She /almost/ laughed at his sounding like a mortal with that question. However, she did /not/ laugh. She wouldn’t. She didn’t want him to think that she would have been laughing at /him/ when that would have so /not/ been the case. Not at all. “Yes, love,” she says softly. “A real demon.”

She falls silent as she listens to the rest of his questions. “No. He is not all evil and demonic,” she answers. She cringes as he asks if the demon is monsters like them. Damn. There goes a little bit of her self-esteem that had been slowly building because of that very demon. “No,” she says softly. A hurt sound in her voice that she’s trying to cover. “He is not a monster.”

“The vampire elder is well over six hundred years,” she answers finally. “The elder called himself Jean-Asher Nicolas. The demon is Cheddar. He’s where I got her,” she motioned down at Sasha who, in turn, began to wag her ass end at the mention of her demon master. “And no. I have never met another before.”

She starts walking with him again. Her pace just a little slower now than it had been before. Sasha looks up at her vampire and whimpers slightly. She can tell something is wrong. Can he? Enyo reaches down with her hand holding the leash and pets her dog on her head.

A hurt sound in her voice that she’s trying to cover.

Morose stopped, put his fingers to his face as he had done before and closed his eyes, turning his head to the side away from her. "Jesus," he whispered softly. "I didn't mean that Enyo." Yeah you did. "I mean, I meant...Your not a monster. At all. I'm sorry." He sounded sorry, he felt sorry. He dropped his hand and began to walk with her again. He'd not meant to hurt her by that, it was just the way he veiwed them, as evil. Even though for just a few moments, weeks ago, another vampire had almost convinced him that they weren't evil.

"Six hundred." He chewed his lip, repeated that after her. He listened to the names silently and even nearly smiled. "A demon named Cheddar?" It seems it didn't click immediatly. Probably because Jean-Asher wasn't Asher....wait.... "Asher?" He raised his slim red eyebrows then and turned to look at her while still walking. "You've met Asher? When?" Not how. He's almost sure that how was Asher 'happened' on her without being noticed the way he 'happened' on him without Morose ever noticing.

She stopped when he stopped. Obviously. The hand holding the leash still resting on her dog. Sasha may have been the smallest of her siblings but next to Enyo, the dog isn’t so small. So she’s able to rest her hand on the dog easily. It’s comforting that the dog is there with her. Almost relaxing. Even under the current circumstances. “It’s okay,” she says softly and starts walking with him again.

She turned her head slightly as she listened to the name Asher rolling off of his tongue. “Yes...” she says curiously. “I’ve met Asher... Two days after I finally parted company with Cheddar,” she answers. Notice how she brings the demon back into the conversation so easily. Notice how she says ‘finally parted company with’. “That was about five days ago. Why?”

Nevermind that he was about to tell her where and when he'd met Asher, his eyebrows climbed a little higher if that was possible at all, as her wording. Now lets not jump to conclusions Morose. She'd invited another vampire over and just talked all evening. Maybe she'd spent a night talking to the demon too. Or maybe she'd gone home and gone back every night and 'finally parted ways' only meant stopped talking every night.

Suuure.

Just don't get upset. She's not yours remember? She declaired that rather clearly in their last conversation. "Parted ways?"

They’re continuing with their walking and talking. Everything seems to be going okay, with the exception of the monster comment. They aren’t arguing. Amazing, isn’t it? Sure it is. Actually. For them to have been talking to each other for this long thus far without a single raised voice and such. Yeah. I’d say it’s pretty amazing. Maybe there is hope for them after all. Maybe there really is a chance for that friendship she wants with him so badly. And has wanted from the first day she met him. It is, after all, the reason she had bit him.

Gone home? No. Gone back to her apartment? Yes. Remember, home is where the heart is. Home is not someplace that feels as empty as you do inside. It is her apartment. Nothing more. Nothing less. It is the place she retreats to in order to get away from the sunlight. That’s all. It’s not home. Home is filled with laughter. With friendship. With companionship. Home is never where you feel so terribly lonely and empty.

Parted ways?

She nods slowly before she begins to answer. “Yes. I first met him three weeks ago,” she says softly. “We walked and talked. Then I went with him to meet his dogs. I stayed there for a while talking to him and playing with his dogs. I needed to leave to go feed. He invited me back if I wanted to. I accepted and left. I went and fed...” Slight pause. Oh, by the way, she killed a man that night. For having walked in on her as she was getting ready to drink from one of the barrels at the slaughter house.

“I... um... fed well...” Another slight pause. “I went back to my apartment because I was going to shower, change and go back over there. I ended up grabbing some clothes and going back to his house. I showered there and...” Pause. “We... talked.” Yeah. Right. “I slept through the day in one of his rooms. He’s got quite a big house. It’s beautiful. That night... I woke... He took me to the amusement park where we rode several rides. Later I fed...” Another pause.

“I ended up staying there for four days and then went back to my apartment. I was out walking in the park and Sasha found me. Dashed away from him on the other side of the park and ran right for me.” She smiled down at Sasha and rubbed her dogs head. “He caught up with her. Told me that she missed me and gave her to me. We walked and talked and then went back to his house. I ended up staying there that night and the next day. The following night, he walked me back to my apartment with Sasha after having gone to the store with me and buying the stuff that I’d need in order take care of her. Then he left...”

Hmm... Can you hear the sadness as she said he left? "I've not yet seen him since then." Hmm... Can you hear the sadness there as well?

He listened and he felt....good. Jelous. Guilty.

Good because finally Enyo did have someone, not the dog, (yes the dog was good company and loved her but it's different) to love her unconditionally it seemed. A demon, granted, (though he can't acutally say anything there because he's never met a demon before) but he seemed to care for her enough. She'd spent a lot of time with him in just the month she'd been gone from Morose. She even seemed to maybe have...extra curicular activities with this demon, though she didn't come right out and say it. And Morose would never dare ask. One, because it was rude and her personal business, and Two, because aside from taking care of her, he was going to try and respect her more like a sire. Try. Hard. It might not work.

Jelous because well, this one he couldn't expalin. He wanted her, needed her so much that it just seemed the right feeling, to be jelous that she got along with this demon, Cheddar. But not terribly so.

Guilty? For the very same reason that he felt good for her. She was happy. And he felt guilty. She'd turned him for company, love, companionship. And he'd faught it. All the way he'd kicked and screamed. And now, just when he's decided to try his very best to make her and Jex happy, she's found someone else to accomidate, to make her happy. Guess that's what you get for being selfish Morose. For trying to hard to remain something your not.

"That's great." He smiled a little, just a twitch of the lips. The forever there sadness was in his eyes still but that twitch of the lips was genuin and rare. "Why don't..." I can't believe your suggesting this if your feeling guilty and Jelous, "why don't you go see him then?" Because it feels good that someone makes her happy.

Ah. I wouldn’t say ‘love’ yet at this point. No. I really wouldn’t. That’s moving too far into the possible future and we’re not there just yet. However, he had invited her to his house. He had given her a set of keys to his house. At the thought of the keys to his house, she reached up and touched the keys that were around her neck. One set belonged to her empty apartment. The other set belonged to his house. She misses him. She won’t say so though. Not yet.

Mmmm.... extra curricular actives... yes. One could say that. The first night had been because of her having drank from and killed a living being. She’d been hungry with lust after that. The following night, even more so. Because she’d fed from the demon himself. Offered himself to her to feed from. Animalistic lust and physical passion. After that, well, yeah...

Respect her more like a sire? She doesn’t want him to just think of her as his sire. No. She doesn’t. She wants so badly to be his friend. Through all of everything they’ve gone through, she /still/ very much wants his friendship. Not just him loving her because she’s his sire. But real friendship.

Jealous... hm... That one would surprise her if she knew. But she’s not a mind reader, obviously. Don’t worry Morose. She still loves you. Wants you. Needs you. She always will. Just not in the same way as she wants him. Of course, right now, she wouldn’t openly admit wanting Cheddar so much anyway. It’s that whole denial thing you know. But it’s all good.

Don’t feel guilty, love. It’s never too late if you don’t let it be. Really. It’s not. You just have to let her know. Without breaking out into an argument. Why do you think she’s not made any mention of having killed a man after so long? She knows what that would do. So she keeps that hidden away.

Wow. Now that really was a surprise to her. She shook her head slightly. “Because I came looking for you,” she tells him softly. “I want your company tonight.” Now it was her turn to stop their walking. Except she not only stopped their walking but turned around to stand in front of him. “We know so little of each other,” she begins softly. “I... I want you to know me. I want to know you. Please. Can we try? Try to be the friends that I’ve wanted us to be from the start?” Her bright green eyes searching his. Very nearly pleading with him for this to be so.

Because I came looking for you. I want your company tonight.

Alright, so that might have fixed the jelousy thing just a little bit. Just because she has someone else doesn't mean she's abandoning him. And even though he hurts her so often, and she hurts him, she still wanted it to be his company tonight, even if she has better company to go too. Though, it's not likely she'd say 'better company' but Morose knows the truth when there is one. It was his company she wanted tonight. Not Cheddar's. So maybe the demon had been a little mature about this when he'd not been worried at all by Enyo mentioning Morose, not that Morose would know anything about that.

"i'm glad," he said softly.

We know so little of each other. I... I want you to know me. I want to know you. Please. Can we try? Try to be the friends that I’ve wanted us to be from the start?

He stopped when she stopped, stepped back a half a measure when she moved in front of him. Be the friends she'd wanted them to be from the start? Morose had resolved that he would try to be her friend. Not long ago he'd decided that if she came back, he wanted to respect her as his sire, like he should, and he wanted to be her friend like he felt he should. He loved her enough, why not stop fighting and make some peace? Of course, just tonights little conversation required a lot of tip toeing and carfully treading thin ice on both of their behalves. Will their entire friendship have to be like that? Probably.

"I want to be your friend. I want to know you, really." He reached out and touched the back of her fingers with his fingertips, let them fall away. He lowered his eyes to her hands. "There is so little to know about me though." So much he doesn't want to think about.

Yes. She still wants to be in Morose’s company tonight. It’s the only way they’ll be able to let any sort of friendship grow, eh? Comparing Morose and Cheddar is like comparing apples and oranges. You can’t do it cause it wouldn’t be right. It wouldn’t do one or the other justice. It wouldn’t be fair.

A soft smile came to her as he said he was glad. Actually, if you really go over their conversation thus far, there’s really not a whole lot of tip toeing. Just some things being left unsaid is all. And that’s okay. It’s okay to not just go pouring out everything. Especially when one is trying to make things right again. And it’s about time these two took the time to stop and finally try to make things right. No yelling. No screaming. No anger. No pain. Just love.

I want to be your friend. I want to know you, really.

You have no idea at all just how good that suddenly made her feel inside. I don’t think anyone will really know. Not entirely anyway. Just by the mere words written is all. She felt him touch the back of her fingers and looked down to watch his hand fall away. She reached out with her cold dainty hand and wrapped it around his. “That’s okay. It’s a start. Right?”

Morose kept his eyes down at her hand when she wrapped her fingers around his large hand. It took a moment for him to react and he closed his hand over hers, engulfing hers. His eyes eventually came back up and the sadness seemed to have doubled for all of her happiness. He was happy, just like she was, to be finally able to know her. He hadn't realized, among all of their fighting and bickering, how badly he'd really wanted to know her until she'd said out loud that she wanted to know eachother.

"Yes. Right." He agreed softly. He brought his eyes back down again to her hand. When he'd said there was so little of himself to get to know, he hadn't meant that he was only twenty years old and she ninety something. He'd meant there was very little to him. He frowned. He didn't know how to start this. How does one go about talking about themselves or other people? He's rarely done it. He doesn't talk about himself and in return doesn't try to make another tell him about themself. So he just stayed quiet.

She smiled, sincerely smiled, as she felt him closing his hand over hers. For the first time in a year, she didn’t feel so tiny next to him. Yes. That’s right. She’s always felt so tiny... so insignificant... next to him. Except right now. Right at this very moment in time. Throughout the entire year, she has wanted so badly to know him. For him to know her. For them to be friends. Until tonight, she’d never really outright told him this. It had almost sounded weird when she’d finally said it out loud after all this time.

Indeed. How does one go about it. Well...

“Ask me...” she said softly. “What ever you want to know about me... Just ask. I’ll answer. Honestly. Truthfully.”

"How old are you?"

He's always wanted to know, and he asked that question without the slightest hesitation or thought, only seconds after her words had left her lips. He'd always wanted to know how long she'd lived, how much she'd seen, and since he'd met Asher and become aware of what immortality really might mean, he's wanted to know even more.

Besides, he already knows she had a love before being made, that he'd died, what her sire was like. None of it was significant right now, because that he already knew. That little bit about her.

"How old were you when he made you? And how old are you now?"