#draculc

       The question was unexpected, out of the blue as the boy sat in his study. Yet it was a thought that lingered in his mind for some time, having seen the way both his parents were around one another. Lighthearted, like young and bantering children in love, despite their age. Yet both were so different, two walks of life having found one another, and from it he was born, a mixture of both halves, come together as one. So it brought about the question, one that had him curious as to his father’s thoughts. 

        There are times when she wanders ------ never over - far, granted, and she is certain she could find them again ( her companions tend to be difficult to miss ).  Tonight, it is merely a walk to clear her head --- Trevor is sleeping off his drink and Adrian is sleeping for the first time in weeks, and she had not been able to find any rest herself.  So she wanders, hood up; unafraid of either the darkness or the now - empty streets.  This town is too small to have captured the notice of the horde just yet.

                       She notes the sensation before anything else --- perhaps it is her magic.  Perhaps she has merely spent too long among the supernatural not to have a sense for it.  But suddenly, quick as her breath, SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT.  Her hands raise, magic crackling just beneath her skin.