I know what you did last millennium | Tatia & Esther
Faces grew familiar after a time. Tatia needed only a month to reacquaint herself with the old land, no matter its vulgar changes from centuries ago where she had last set foot on. A vampire's observance was keen -- such a gift, obtusely wasted by the young and simple while they settled on nothing more than feast and pleasure. But when things go out of place, she turns her eye back.
Young. Flaxen hair.
Foreign.
Such pureness in skin takes the form of no evil. Her lips lift in a light smile, vulpine ears detecting the flushing of blood under closed vein. The sound of cars beside them isn't enough to mar the human's true appearances -- nor is the bustling square, the time of day, the fact that she had appointments with merchants. Politely, Tatia offers a greeting. "Can I help you?"
