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Week Two: Friday- Narrative
Sunset was always eagerly anticipated by the vampires, and it was no different for she. As the sun disappeared below the horizon, Adian didn't rush for the door, as she often did. Normally, she tried to leave, as quickly as possible, to avoid spending any more time with Vallis, but he had called out some ten minutes before, saying that he was off, and she shouldn't expect him back for some time. Why he felt the need to report back to her, as if she were his wife, was beyond her. If Vallis left, and happened to never return, that would suit her just fine. Such thoughts, yet, she feared if he did leave her, Roslin might appear to him, and she would never know. Vallis would not tell her, and this entire year in hell, would have been in vain. As it was, she would not be here, when he returned. The club was her destination. not to sing, but rather watch the performances.

A rough brown cigarette rested between her fingers, while the other hand moved a pen across a sheet of white paper. A note, for Hale. A thank you, and an acceptance of an invitation. This had also been the reason, why she had waited until after Vallis left. If he knew that the two had been passing notes, and making arrangements, it would likely cause an uproar within their flat. That was something she did not wish to happen. So, when she had discovered his note, and a rose left at their door, she had been very grateful, that it had been she, who had discovered them. That rose, now rested in a slender crystal vase on her vanity. The note, she had hidden away in her jewelry compartment. Vallis was rarely one to snoop, so she felt it was safe there.


Dark eyes strayed to the rose, the mere sight of it, caused her lips to curl into a gentle smile. Yellow, with red tips... though, it was unlikely, that Hale knew the meaning behind each type of rose, Adian found it amusing. A gesture of falling in love, it might be ever so fitting, but she knew that it was a hopeful voice inside of her, that had clung to this little belief. It was so odd. She hadn't been this silly about romance, since she was a teenager. It scared her, in a way. The last person she had loved, had been Roslin, and that had... ended, obviously. Sixty years had passed, and still, she feared risking it.

Laying down her pin, and then resting the cigarette in a crystal ash tray, Adian folded the letter in half. Her fingers soothed out the crease, before she placed her lips to the blank side of the paper. Leaving behind a faint red imprint. Adian wasn't normally one to fear taking a chance, she was far from a coward, but this was her heart. Undead, or not, it was still painful, to have it broken. With immortality, the wounds only seemed to linger, rather than fading off with time. She would never forget. Allowing the note to rest atop her vanity, Adian rose to her feet, slipping off her white silk robe, so that she could dress for her outing.

Hale was a kind man, a sweet man. There would be no denying that. The time they spent together was enjoyable, and the air always seemed to be thick with searing chemistry. Though, she respected his shy nature, and did nothing to push that. There would be time. Time which both seemed very willing to commit to. The chocolate brown dress, hung on her form, fitted in all the right places. Adian had a flare for the dramatic, which was apparent in her sense of fashion. It was classic, and sexy. The fabrics, stockings, garters, they all made her feel delicate, and beautiful. Ever a presentation, perfect in every way.

Once her jewels were in place, Adian took the note in hand, and made her way through the flat. Once the door was securely locked, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor, echoed in the hallway. Adian had intended to slip it beneath his door, but, if Blue happened to find it first, she might make a toy of it. Stead, she she slipped it in between the crack of his door, just above the handle. A tiny bit of the note was visible. It was then that she was met with the faint sound of barking. A bark, far deeper than the pups age. "Hello, Blue." She said softly to the door. There was silence, followed by the sound of pawing, and whimpering. "I know, sweetheart. I promise I'll come visit you soon. Keep Dad safe, won't you?"

With that, Adian made her way towards the stairwell. She could have stood there all night, talking to the pup, but the sound of her whimpers was far too heart breaking. Besides, if Hale happened to be at home, sleeping, she didn't want to wake him. Adian imagined the schedule he kept, had him sleeping at very odd hours. Best to let him rest those lovely eyes.

[Contents of the note]

Dear Hale,

The rose was a lovely gesture, probably the prettiest I've seen, in a very long time. It reminds me of the antique roses, my mother used to grow in her garden. The vibrant colors, that remind you of spring, and a scent so sweet, that you wish you could wear it upon you. I would love to join you for dinner. In fact, if you hadn't asked, I had planned to request more time with you. Whenever you would like to have me over, suits me fine.

Love, Adian."