She danced as though no one was watching.

Her body swayed under the full moon, her matching skin seeming to glow under the watchful eye of the eternal goddess. A skintight bodice with short sleeves, curving over her breasts, with a flash of skin to dazzle the eyes and distract from the true goal. A long, flowing skirt, hung low on her hips, teasing with a sneak look at her pale, defined stomach. Both bodice in skirt were in a light silver green, which shimmered like magic in the light high above her. Her black hair crawled down her back, throwing itself into the dance as wantonly as the dancer herself. The smooth roll of her hips, muscles moving like the fluidity of water, her arms curving and winding in the air over her head. The arching of her foot as she moved skillfully in a circle, giving her soul to the wind to dance with for a short time, before it had to be hidden away again.

She gave no sign that she knew anyone was watching her, nor did she even know if there was anyone. She let herself fall recklessly into the whims of her emotions, letting them carry her into the wild, sensual dance she moved in. Her green eyes were darkened, and the long lashes fell over them, hiding them from the nightly world. Her lips were darkened to the color of a bleeding rose-dark red, almost black. A single ring graced her right hand, and it sparkled in the moonlight. Her nails beautifully manicured, her adoration for those 'fake nails' long gone, and her own natural nails were long, with a light french manicure done along the tips.

Breath seemed to excape her as she danced, a wanting sigh, a lust for light. Her troubles begged to be pushed away, and the dance had taken her on her nightly stroll. Longing, yes, longing to be needed and held again. To be taken to beautiful heights, to which only the carefree release of dance could grant her in this world. She longed for the touch of skin once more. Her last mortal lover, had calmly entreated his leave of her, and as time had faded away to her wandering soul, she let him, with a soft kiss to his cheek before vanishing away.

And now she was here. And the past wanted her back. There was only one part of it she would return to, so why was it haunting her so! She sighed again, the silent plea being stolen by the wind to be carried away, and her body moved sensual, passionately, and wildly, to the song only she seemed to hear. Khasa's soul spin with her aura as the girl herself glided with the winds that swept the park.

Oh but someone was indeed watching as she caressed the night with her beauty, those sanguine petals of a dew covered rose parted just enough for the pearly teeth to become visible. The freshly coloured silk falling over her shoulders in a light braid leather cord holding the ends together.

Alexandra, a woman known by many names and none seemed to stick as much as the last, was out on an evening stroll. Drawn to this land by a need, called to this bit of greenery, moth to the flame.

No sipping wine tonight, no moon tanning, no amount of blood could save her from the emotions expressed between her past love and herself. Air was slowly released from her lungs through her parted lips, a slight hiss ensuing this. Those bright eyes followed the motions of Khasa as she had in the past. The tilt of her head and a soft smile threatened to show, but she didn’t smile for the world.

“I see you still dance Khasa. Pleased I am to know that you haven’t let that part of yourself fade away.”

They were just words, tones that she hardly used, spoken in a way that she wouldn’t to anyone but those she cared for. Did she mean it or was it one of her tricks?

Shadowed by the night’s graces; a tree. She made herself better known, stepping from the shroud, first what would be seen were the places of glinting silver and luminous white. Silver rested around her throat in a very elaborate choker, upon the boots as they were buckled and the belt that rested on her hips. The only things white on her were the over turned sleeves of her coat and the lining of it. Still very much a woman not to be tested she walked proudly.

Head held high, shoulders pushed back blue and green withholding their arguments for a few moments as the steady rise and fall of her chest would draw attention to the pendant that hung there suspended from the choker itself. A black velvit open back top covered the front of her body well not showing much cleavage, but it stopped just above her waist. Not one for piercings she didn’t have any to speak of. Tattoos were a different story and her low-rise indigo jeans showed off the ones on her lower back quite nicely. A large studded belt would help with keeping the jeans from showing too much of anything that shouldn’t be shown.

Silent steps lead her closer to Khasa allowing the girl to see who was talking to her.

“You danced for me not so long ago and I remember that body…” Now she began her own dance around Khasa but these were in careful steps regarding a lion stalking it’s prey. “Those curves,” each step slower than the other “The scents…” Daunting and taunting at the same time. “The sounds and emotions.” Once again before Khasa she smiled.

“I have found you Khasa, after so long.”

"Lex." The word excaped her lips in a soft whisper, one she knew that her lover would hear. Her dance had stopped, and her skirt swirled around her as she did so. Her eyes were bright as she admired the still beautiful Alexandra. It was a temptation to just go and fall into her arms, to carress skin that was almost warm to the touch when the passions rose. To kiss the same lips that teased and taunted her in her dreams.

What she would do even for a simple conversation!

But Lex had taught her well, and she pulled her emotions back, but that many would see her blank, but Lex would see through the facade far to easily. She walked closer, her hips swaying in the fashions of old, her eyes dark with emotions, and her lips that fell into a smile.

"Been a while Lexy. Don't know why it took you so long. I blazed a trail from your place to here. Shouldn't have been to hard." Sarcasm, her best defense against Lex. It was to tempting to tell her the truth, to call for her love once again. But no, it was here that she was, and sarcasm just came as easily as the truth.

“Khasa it wasn't hard to find you. We are connected you and I weither you left for me a trail or not. I can still find you”

A smile curled her lips tugging them open and more so to the look of a happy grin, but when these things fell from those lips one would just have to question the exact reasons behind it. It however did not take long for Lex to move towards Khasa with open arms.

“Come now my love, you are not of my kin and yet you have done what none else could do.”


Of what breathed hope in the minds of man could certainly destroy him in a brutal turn of events. Well timed those turns in the wheel were caused by controlled chaos, whispers of ideas by dark lovers made into the ears of the living. Such things were not done by Lex herself but looking back on them she couldn’t help but agree with a few.

The apparent suicide of mortal rulers... some of them she would proudly take credit for, even the murder of one or two of them. From sabotaging an airplane to empting a magazine into a car using the prints of another dead man. This was not a place known of her past but she certainly won’t be the one to dance around and tell just anyone her tale.

“You have touched me....”

Khasa fought back the bitter words, and the harsh snaps that came to her lips. Her arms were open. All she need to do was to step into them, to feel the rush through her body. Her mind spun, and she took a step forward, but not into the circle of her arms.

She didn't address her words, though they clung to her mind like a flower's petals did to the rain. She knew their connection, and yet even with her lover standing before her, to a degree looking even mortal in her jeans, that clung to the hips that Khasa herself clung to at times. Indeed, even now she wished to...No, she would keep her connection closed, unknowing what Lex would think, or where she was. It was almost painful to know such things, and she would lock her out.

"Why are you here, Alexandra? We parted well enough, we have no disputes. If you searched me out for conversation, Alexandra, we should have dinner together sometime." Her voice was to a point, arrogant, cold, and even high and mighty. A facade, but she played it well. And she was cold about it. Why would see seek her out. She knew her own feelings, and it burned into her. So she would stay out of reach, until she knew for certain.

Lex smirked to the words of her once lover.

“Why does anyone return to the one that touched them the way no man could?”

Those eyes focused on her for a moment before they turned away.

“If you don’t want me then I’ll leave but as I remember we parted on terms, terms to keep you alive from my enemies.”

As though recited from a book she spoke the words she had told Khasa when they met in the past only now it was perverted with the years appart.

“And, oh, how blessed is it thus to meet! To feel that vanished years have not estranged us, distance has not diminished love, that we are to each other even as we parted; to feel again the fond kiss, to hear once more the accents of a voice which to us has been for years so still,--a voice that brings with it the gush of memory! Past days flit before us; feelings, thoughts, hopes, we deemed were dead, all rise again, summoned by that secret witchery, the well-remembered though long silent voice.”

These words would draw Alexandra closer to Khasa pressing her lips together she then continued. Slowly her hand would lift to that of the perfect chin of the younger vampire. Drawing her in closer and closer as she spoke.

“Let years, long, lingering, saddening years drag on their chain, let youth have given place to age, still will it be the same--the voice we once have loved, and deemed to us for ever still--oh, time, and grief, and blighted hope will be forgotten, and youth, in its undimmed and joyous beauty, its glow of generous feelings, its bright anticipations, all, all again be ours.”

Once these words ended Lex leaned in placing her lips oh so close to that of Khasa’s with each word now spoken the whispers upon her flesh would tingle the senses and draw upon what was forgotten. The ancient touch of the elder.

"Ama me fideliter! Fidem meam noto: De corde totaliter Et ex mente tota, Sum presentialiter Absens in remota."

Khasa's eyes fought back the growing tenseness behind them. Her heart ached, and screamed, to the point where she believed Lex could hear it. She didn't trust her voice for a moment. Her hands curled and fisted, and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and slowly, it slid through her lips almost sensually.

"Lex..." She let the word roll over her lips, caressing the night. "Don't. Please. Don't leave." She never could resist Lex fully, and her arms moved to wrap around her. Her hands slid over Alexandra's hips, and under her coat, to pull Lex to her, to be fitted to her once again.

"Don't torment me! You know how I am. You're such a tease!" She muttered the last, haning her head to look at the swell of their bodies. "You speak words I do not understand. You recite what aches in my heart. You tell me things you know I long to hear, and you keep from me what I truly need." Her left hand rose from Lex's waist, to trace the beautiful jawline of her lover, her thumb ran over her lips, and traced back up her cheek, before resting on her neck, her thumb tracing Lex's ear.

"Oh, the gods blessed me with you, my torment, my love, my constant reminder. You saved me from the dark chains I was bound in. A concubine to a sire that didn't deserve to live on. He took me from my sun!" There were tears in her eyes now, the pain of losing what was most dear. "I may have been a woman of the whorish nights, but he took away my sun." It was her greatest pain, her worst torment in her long days of sleep. She lusted for the sun. It pained her even more then the pain of losing Lex yet again. That pain got worse and worse every time she lost her. It was like an other piece of her soul was taken. "You saved me from total darkness. You really have touched me."

She was...it was worse then torment, to have Lex so close, and truly so far away.