Thread: Forever Mine (Ava and Fates)

Isabella would be lying to herself if she said that she wasn't looking forward to more time needed between feedings. While it was thrilling and certainly sated the hunger, it was something that she would rather avoid, unless absolutely necessary. When Alastair explained the bizarre obedience of the man the ever so curious woman came up with a hypothesis. Perhaps it is because of who turned me. It wasn't a question, merely an open observation. The newly born woman stood back and watched as her groom showed her how he went about staging the lifeless bodies of her first meal. It was a rather clever set up. A slight chuckle escaped her lips as he spoke of the tragic tale and it's irony to how they lured the couple to the room. A warmth lingered where there once was coldness. It felt as though molten lava was flowing through her veins and she held better control of her senses. It was no longer a loud clamoring in her head of various voices, but something that she could selectively tune down. The smells were still so vivid, and she had a feeling that food that she once loved would taste horrible to her new palate. ' ..my love... ' It was a tad surprising how such simple words could warm the soul. That was, if she still had one. It was ironic how she had turned down an arranged marriage assigned by her father, but had so willingly accepted this handsome, kind, and sinfully ethereal being within the span of a night. His touch was mesmerizing and his words, nothing short of a sweetest of laurels. Yes, I can, and I while it's tragic, it is also.... somewhat magical. Upon hearing his next question she was, honestly, unsure of what to say. For a moment she silently pondered before finally speaking her mind What would I do that would not be any different from were I mortal and wandering in the night, accompanied with a rather gracious and kind host? Her laughter was melodious following her question. I have an eternity to read books, perhaps explore the world, walk a garden beneath the light of bright moon. Relax before a fire, ride a horse and enjoy the brisk night air whipping through my loose hair? I've bathed in a stream beneath a star filled night before. Answer me, what would you do on a night such as this? You, who've live countless nights. Now, she was still a wanted woman, though a rather undead one. Little did she know the lengths that her father would go through to find his damned daughter. Slender fingers laced with those of her master, First, I would love to get outside once more. The night is far more gorgeous than I ever imagined. It was true. With a new sense of view it was very breathtaking, to say the list, but no doubt, overtime she would miss the sunlight. I do have questions. She spoke as she walked out of the door to an empty hall, but a rather boisterous crowd awaiting on the floor beneath them. The dim stairway led to the brightly lit bar and it was not a place that she would find herself lingering. Alistair was right, it was more of a restaurant to them, but surely beings such as themselves varied. The devastatingly gorgeous couple walked out just as easily as they had entered no questions asked. Are there... She paused in her words, searching for the proper word as she walked arm in arm with her master while enjoying the fresh air licking at her face and the light of the moon above. ...slayers? Those that make it their mission to hunt us? Surely not, and if they were they had to be far and few in between for her master to have survived this long of a life.