There's someone that I've been missing Who: Lizbeth and Verina Where: Heme When: Very late at night
To sleep the day away was something that Verina could not abide by and when she had woken well after noon she had been well and truly ashamed of herself. Had she been anyone else then she likely would have chided her reflection in the mirror, but that was unnecessary. If she had slept for that long then it was because her body was in need of it - not a surprising thing, considering all the emotional turmoil that she had been through since arriving back on this plane - and shaming herself for it would serve no purpose but to make her feel worse. Verina was not one to wallow in her own sense of guilt. She was the exact opposite, in fact. So after assuring both Modest and Antigone that she was indeed fine and that no, this was not her reaction to the adverse weather, though she was not fond of the way that the lights flickered on and off nor the lightning or wind. She may have only had an earth affinity and not a direct connection like the mortal elementals, but it was enough that she was not terribly fond of this sort of storm. She would have been content to remain in doors for the entirity of the day, curled up on the bed with Modest on her lap and her eyes trained on the television even if it was not always on, her mind either there or flicking off to places that it had no business being. Except... during one of the longer periods of time when the power was off, her mind wandered to a place that it had not dared to go since she had crossed paths with Nathaniel and learned the news that she had never wanted.
When she had been in that bar those nights ago it had been because something had drawn her there. The feel of someone who shared blood with her. Someone who was not Nathaniel. He would never have been in that place. So who was? It confused her and once her mind had gone there it would not leave. Who else could it be? The others that she knew of... they were gone. As much as it pained her to acknowledge, she had to. She had grown the flowers and made the knowledge a part of herself, and they had been gone for quite some time. Their presence was not one that she could have sensed. Nathaniel would have known of the existence of any offspring that his sister may have had, and she knew for a fact that she had only had the three children. So who?
Once the power had stopped flickering late the night, Verina had made up her mind. Modest had agreed to stay in the hotel since she had no business being in a bar and the angel had pulled a jacket on over her simple pants and blouse. She would look terribly out of place again, but with the weather and the power having been as it was she had a feeling that she would not have too much trouble getting in. She would just keep her jacket drawn tightly around her in case and besides, last time she was certain that it had been her smell that had truly done it. A touch disturbing when she thought about it, but it was a club that catered mostly to the undead, was it not? And why on earth would anyone who carries my lineage be lingering in such a place? What she was not doing - deliberately - was thinking about the only option that was left. The only other person she knew who could still be alive who was not named 'Nathaniel' who would tug at her senses in this way. But it could not be... no, it could not. He could not be there. He was not alive. "Thank you," Verina murmured to the woman at the door as she was allowed in out of the rain. Instantly she began searching the crowd for a man. Despite her mind telling her it was impossible, that pull was there the moment she was inside the building. Undeniable and stronger than last time because she was paying attention. Whoever it was, they were there. It cannot be him. Yet she was looking for that familiar face that she had not seen in so long, her heart beating so hard that she would not be surprised if every vampire in the building stared at her.
Because she was looking for a face that she would recognize, one that had not changed since he reached adulthood, Verina did not notice the redhead until she stepped in front of her. Not until she side-stepped to avoid her. Not until her elbow brushed her and she stopped dead in her tracks, her heart grinding to a halt because the feeling... the angel turned and looked into a pair of eyes that she had never seen before but instantly knew. And the hair... Verina's hand went up to touch her own a moment before it covered her mouth, tears springing to her eyes because she knew exactly who was standing in front of her without even knowing her name. All three of her children had been born with the same raven locks as their father, but somehow her red hair had passed on to Nathaniel and it seemed as though it had gone to Thomas' daughter as well. Thomas had a daughter. "Hello," Verina very nearly whispered, her voice strained. It was all that she could do to keep her hand from going out to touch this beautiful woman's face. She was just a human, not a nephilim, she had been born before Thomas had done whatever it was that had taken his very race away. Verina had not even taken in what the woman was wearing, her eyes were fixed on her face. "Forgive me, I just... I have the strongest feeling that I know you." No. "Well, I don't, but I think I should... there's something in your face and hair that brings to mind... was your father called Thomas?" That was the first time she had spoken the name in such a long time and her throat closed at the use of the word, her eyes shining brighter with the tears very nearly spilling out this time. It was with the American girl after all... oh Thomas... you had a daughter.