The figure of a slender female was seen as she gracefully slipped inside the desolated place a small smile portraying upon her lips, yet her expression was one of sadness. Years passed quickly to her, yet there was a date she could always remember, the date in which Daniel had died. She let out a soft sigh. Even though she was one that needed not to breathe it was known that human habits died hard. The female entered and leaned against a wall, letting herself fall against the floor, not really minding what happened around her. She put a slender hand over a small locket that hung above her breast, once opening it only holding a small paid of interlaced blond and brown hair with a small red ribbon tied at the bottom of it.
The female was beautiful by many standards, showing that even in life her beauty had been blinding. Milky white skin was seen through out the parts of her body that were revealed by her position and clothing. Waist length chestnut hair was left down, in definite curls while unnaturally bright sapphire orbs looked at her friend confused, seeking answers she knew not. Full lips were slightly parted, revealing pearly white fangs which were clean even though she had just had dinner not that long ago, the coloration of her skin changing from how it normally was yet still considerably pale.
She was clad in a way that hinted to the time in which she had lived, being in nature six hundred years late in fashion, yet still clinging to the parts and pieces of her old life and grateful to modern times lately having a passion for the old days. A long dress was upon her, white of hue with a red corset which seemed to make her look more desirable for anyone who she sought for a meal. A blood red skirt, matching the corset, was over the white dress, being loose not the volume that was used at the time she had lived. Both the skirt and the dress held knee high slits at the center in the rear end of the dress, showing off her legs when she walked. White laced up boots were upon her feet, visible through the dress partly because of her kneeling.
As she shook her head lightly she wiped her eyes even though no tears had been present. She had stopped mourning for that loss a long time ago, yet it meant not that she didn’t still feel sadness about it, the prove of such being that day of the year in which her mood would change drastically. She smiled at a small memory of them and their notes with no words but the hues of the single rose they would leave in each other’s chambers. As she sighed once again she closed the locket, attempting to hide any weakness. Hopefully no one had noticed.
