A pair of soft white moccasins padded through the halls of the museum, silently guiding their owner into the farthest reaches of the building. The snow coloured slippers glided over several steps leading the lengths of white cloth falling from the tall man’s vest-like top. The low lighting in this portion of the museum twinkled off the gold silk shirt under the vest, and highlighted the gold embroidery within the otherwise white outfit.
Beyond the cream folds of cloth rose the tan, firm visage of a smooth eighteen year old man, his blonde curls tied back loosely with a white ribbon at the top of his neck. He smiled only slightly as he approached the display cabinet, one that had collected a thin layer of dust – as had much of the rest of the retired display items in the basement of the Cultural Society Museum. With a quick passing of his hand, and a slight brush with his mental energies, Colum cleared the dust from the top of the glass box and revealed the items inside.
They were meddles of honor from the First World War, relics donated long ago by the Kelly family when the museum had proposed a new display dedicated to the locals who had gone to fight over seas. Colum’s blue eyes fixed on the tokens sent to his home along with the news that his father would not be coming home to accept them himself; that he would never come home.
Colum closed his eyes and thought back to the last time he had seen these meddles. They had been in the case, over a year before, but they were in the central museum, being displayed for all to see. He’d met another vampire that night, a woman that had helped him through his pain and confusion about his first return to Demaitre. He wished he could meet her again, wished he could meet anyone in that dark basement who could help him deal with the feeling he had now.
He longed for contact, someone to talk to, be they human or vampire…or otherwise.
Tsuka stared at the stars above her. She had no psychic abilities herself, but once, just once, a vampire had touched her mind, had created a bridge between her mind and theirs. For a short time, after that link had been made, she could walk amongst his thoughts also. Since then, she could never create that bridge, but now she felt something calling to her. Someone calling out to her on that bridge once more. Possibly not even with any intent.
She saw the image, a face she had seen once, the same place. It seemed like a memory of that same night...but she knew it was not so. Tsuka began to walk quickly through the streets, bright light flashing off her ebony hair and her long black skirt catching around her legs as she walked.
The doctor was needed tonight. Perhaps she had some kind of healing to do. She stepped through the door, into the marble hallway. She would answer this call, this desire she felt.
Although Colum’s mind had been closed off to his telepathic powers months ago he sensed Tsuka’s arrival almost instantly. A trace of mental energy still sparked between them, a residue of her mind had settled within his.
Tsuka His mind pondered the word. It rang like a dinner bell in the back of his mind, quiet, yet persistent, begging him to pay it more heed.
But he couldn’t; even though he wished he could, his mind was blocked from meeting the minds of others. So he stood silently, in mind and body, waiting for the doctor to find him. He was sure she would, even now he felt that spark between their minds growing into a warmer flame.
