Just observing.....(you need not reply)
Observation was a skill she had honed like breathing. Involuntary. It just happened. The only difference was that Nathaniel no longer stood to her right silently taking pictures of whatever it was her careful eyes fell upon.
There had only been the one Lycan. The streets surrounding the dead body she left behind were scoured thoroughly for any lingering threats. When she was satisfied that there were none the towers of glass and steel were left behind.
The wrought iron gates of the cemetery were not far from the church, to which she was headed. Never before had the beds of the dead caught her interest. That had something to do with the fact that they never laid their loved ones to rest, ashes to ashes, as the saying goes. There was not a place for her to kneel upon the earth and weep for those she lost. Had she ever been given even one moment to grieve?
It was not just one soul that was lost, but all of them, every face she had known over the centuries were nothing more then dust. Each hand that had touched her life was gone.
Stone angels held watch at the entrance of the graveyard. Selene stopped walking and stood as still as the stone work to admire them. Her fingers traced the carved folds of fabric, touched the ends of their long marble wings. There was something serene about it, she thought as she stood at the gate and surveyed the land.
Each stone marker was placed in such a way as to watch over whomever was sleeping at its feet. Family lay here together for eternity, side by side, even in death. What she found incredible was the silence. Trapped in this large city, surrounded by noise and chaos, it was so very still inside those gates. As if the angels guarding the passage granted each soul within peaceful slumber. The city noise faded to nothing as she passed through that arch.
In the shadows she saw other figures moving but paid little attention. There was no threat. Nothing out of the ordinary called out to her. Just a man on a stroll, perhaps paying his kind respects to one he lost. Selene would not disturb such a moment but she would wish that she could have the same.
Towards the center of the large patch of earth dedicated to the dead stood a large statue. If Selene was right it was called an angel of grief.It was spectacular and sad. There were no names marking this grave. Selene sat on the ground before it and imagined this place to be home of those she lost.