I am sorry I have not written in so long. The trip was more tiring than I thought it would be. The Mediterranean is more beautiful that I thought would ever be imagined. I remember my grandfather talking about a freed slave from the Mediterranean. She eventually became my grandmother. Grandfather use to tell stories about her time in the warm weather, but I never thought I would see it. Ambrose has brought me here for my seventy-first birthday. The warmth has do some good to these old bone.
The first day we were here we went the beach. Since my son can not be out in the sun it was night time but it didn't make it any less magical. I could almost feel my grandmother walking on the beach, walking in her foot steps.
The second day, Ambrose took me to sample the food in this area. It was marvelous. Now I can see why Master Cyrus didn't like English food. There is just so much out there. I watched Ambrose looking at a young girl kneeling beside her Master. I could see the look of want in my son's eyes. Not for blood, but for a connection. For someone to love him like my dear Annette did me.
In our world, it is either another supernatural or a slave that can cheer him up. But Ambrose detested other vampires, calling them cruel and spiteful. Then again he can not bring himself to buy another slave. He hates that too. If there could be world where supernaturals and humans lived side by side
I just worry, being a father and all. My son is still a young man and will be forever. Maybe after my passing he can find someone that will complete him. I am thinking a lively, young girl to make him smile and care. He would protect her and she would look after him.
Tomorrow we go shopping, not my most treasured of times, but enjoyable none the less.