Thread: Vampire Corpse Haven IV ~Bunny and Ducky~

Roaming streets both foreign and familiar is a lithe female, dark eyes scanning the land around her most curiously as she aims to take in what has changed and what remains the same. Of course, so much has changed. It has been nearly two millennium since she has walked these streets. The fact that a woman could roam these streets alone at night and not be the target of some wicked crime, or most cruel gossip is the most striking change. Of course, the same could be said for a large majority of the world now. Times change, people change, propriety change, and thank goddess for that. The woman seems shrunken in on herself, easily over looked, despite her showy garb, tight leather pants and a tighter leather bustier. She walks slowly, as if with a limp, though there seems to be no physical hint of injury. Her hurt goes so much deeper than that, and perhaps it is this deep lying pain that has drawn her back home. Back to the streets she grew up in, looking for that spring that accompanied her for so much of her life, both living and vampiric. Perhaps she would rest for a while in the house of her family, that is, if it still stood. The archaic remnants would be a happy reminder of her doting mother, and dear siblings. As she strolls along, she comes upon an establishment so full of life on an otherwise quiet street. Stepping into the pool of light cast out into the road by the welcoming windows, she confronted with an easily recognizable scene. A traditional, almost cliche tavern full of patrons and alcohol and beautiful French woman. Hoping to be infected by such merriment, the petite beauty turns on her heeled boot and strides confidently into the pub, flashing a dazzling smile at the bartender who glanced up at his most recent guest. As he nods his head in acknowledgment, she notices his eyes widen in surprise, and that only makes her smile more. His surprise, if not from her curves so entrapped in leather as they are, would be from the stark tattoo of ivy vines wrapped around her entire form from neck down, brought alive by the cold electric lights above. Crossing the wooden floor with satisfying clicks, she seats herself at the corner of the bar, ordering a glass of red wine from the handsome barkeep. Once the lovely stemmed glass is set in front of her, she scans the people around her with a distant smile, that all but shatters at the sight of an all too familiar man, sitting at a table, a busty blond at his side. Resisting the urge to make a scene, she trembles at the sight of him, almost too shocked to believe it's truly whom she thinks it to be. No, surely he wouldn't be here, Laetitia mutters to herself, ruby red lips struggling to form the words. Rising up out of her seat, she traverses the floor once more, heels sounding every step, unnaturally loud even to her sensitive hearing, until she's standing on the other side of the table. Excuse me, she voices silently. She had to be certain that she was mistaken. Sure she'd look like a fool, and in that, she wouldn't stay long. But she had to be proven wrong. Vox wouldn't be found in her home town. Not after the stunt he pulled so many long years ago.