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Brigitte Fitzgerald (suicidalwolf) wrote in mirage_rpg,

“Thanks”, Brigitte replied. She was relieved that he wasn’t as freaked out as she expected but surprised when the vampire took her hand. Her mouth opened but closed before Brigitte could say anything. If he wanted to hold her hand, why object? His skin felt slightly cool but she had almost expected ice cold being that Edward was a vampire and all.

Guess the legends about vampires are only half true, Brigitte thought as they moved across the undergrowth.

It wasn’t night time yet but the sun had pretty much set, leaving the forest covered in deep shadows. Brigitte could see fairly well but for her the strongest sense was smell so the werewolf relied on it heavily. Which kinda sucked since the whole forest seemed to be overrun with one particular scent.

The silence made it harder for Brigitte to ignore the scent or the fact that Edward was holding her hand as they walked so despite her misgivings, Brigitte started talking once more. Don’t make an ass of yourself, she silently warned.

“So where are you from?” Brigitte asked, glancing at Edward. “I’m guessing it’s not Transylvania”, she added with a wry grin.