WHO: Peter Nacht and Tanya Stoyalova WHAT: An impromptu visit. (AKA Peter and Charlotte got in to another lovers quarrel and Peter wants company) WHEN: Sunday, Late Afternoon WHERE: Denali, Alaska RATING: PG 13...maybe? STATUS: (Incomplete ; Closed)
Okay, so, they'd had one of their 'epic' arguments. One that happened about every twenty five years or so. One that was so loud and so vicious that he was sure that somebody would have called the police had it not been in the middle of Banff National Park in Alberta. He loved everything about Charlotte, but he knew sometimes he got on her nerves. And it really wasn't his fault he was the way he was, his sometimes silly notions and over the top ideas. How he really did want to stick to his order of making sure he only fed on humans that had hurt others. It made sometimes for slim pickings when they were in smaller communities. He knew that. But what could he do? It was the way he worked around any guilt he had for feeding on life. Not that it ever stopped him from free feeding when he needed to. He knew that he needed to eat, there was no way around that. Well this time it wasn't that idea that was the last straw on the camel's (or Charlotte's) back. For the most part he was pretty sure that Charlotte had even gotten used to that idea, hunting the people that deserved it. No this time she was in a tizzy for him wanting to settle down for a bit. He couldn't help it. The idea, well it was something that really intrigued him.
He didn't have to settle forever, he may not even like it, but the fact remained that they'd been on the move for the past two years up in Canada, and really, he was ready for a change. Peter really didn't think that to be so terrible in all honesty, but they'd gotten in to a fight about it, Charlotte wasn't happy and neither was he. It was better for them to take this break, they did it usually when they had a big row. One time it had taken them almost seven whole months to find each other, and they'd fallen back in to their passionate love as if nothing had happened. It was another twenty five years until they fought again. It was pretty expected, and habitual at this point. Every relationship was different, and though he knew he loved no other, the time away was usually good for them to screw their heads back on right. He never asked what she did in her time away. Don't ask don't tell was Peter's policy.
He had headed northward even further to visit his friends, the Denali coven. He had known Tanya for a while now, better then some of her sisters. He was just a youngin compared to her, only a century and a bit compared to her millennium. Smart as a whip Tanya was, somebody he too looked forward to seeing and visiting. He hadn't bothered alerting her he was coming but once he was in her area he was respectful not to hunt, having hunted just south of where she and her Coven lived. It must have been easier living in Alaska. Fewer people to duck and avoid when it was starting to become noticeable that the women of the family weren't aging. Still, he appreciated their company, the strange weather of the north aside. Stopping in town, he purchased some 'warm' looking clothing from the money he'd divvied up between he and Charlotte. This happened ever time they went off separately. They'd divvy up what they had (usually taken from wallets of their meals) and went on their separate ways. He was pretty sure she was headed far south, but didn't know her exact plan. They'd meet up again one way or another, and she'd likely chide him for purchasing something he didn't need, but he looked a bit silly wandering around with no coat on, didn't help to fit in none. And so once that was done, he set off towards Tanya's Coven's household.
It didn't take long, and once there, he checked his appearance in a passing window and he looked perfect, and unruffled as he should, even though he'd come over three thousand miles. He had nobody to impress but there was no point in showing up looking like a pauper now was there? Proper manners and all. He crept up the stairs quietly, but knew that they had likely heard him come around. That was nice sometimes, and annoying others. Never could sneak up on a vampire, could you? He knocked, none the less on the door, and waited for somebody to answer.