Good morning, Darkness Who: Letha - Narrative When: Sunday Night August 17th Where: SdV House Then a short walk Summary: Letha is watching the sunset Warnings/Rating: None Status: Narrative; Closed
Sunsets were beautiful, as most were, to Letha. To most people it was all about the colors that the sun setting gave; a big colorful symphony of reds, blues, golden yellows. Some would explain the sunsets as calming, relaxing and the warmth of colors comforting you.
To Letha, all of that was about right except that instead of it being the ending of the day it was the beginning of one. She had never one that cared much for the sun, even before she had been a vampire she had found solace in the dark, but the sunset was always something to behold.
Like every other day for as long back as she could remember, and she could remember far back thanks to journals that she kept, she stood at a window on the top floor of the SdV house that faced West and watched the sun set; thanks to glass that made it possible for her to do so.
Because of the clouds and rain, the sunset was a bit muted, but all the same still beautiful. During a break in clouds Letha caught a glimpse of the fiery red orb as it slipped lower, the last of its rays waving its final goodbye for the night.
A small smile brushed over Letha’s lips, unusual if anyone would have been around to see her; there wasn’t and she knew it. “Hello, my loving darkness,” she murmured as the sun was completely gone and the moon was hidden behind clouds. Dean Koontz might have said it best in his book Midnight.
“Even as a child, she had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the yard after sunset, under the star-speckled sky listening to frogs and crickets. Darkness soothed. It softened the sharp edges of the world, toned down the too-harsh colors. With the coming of twilight, the sky seemed to recede; the universe expanded. The night was bigger than the day, and in its realm, life seemed to have more possibilities.”
That was how Letha had felt about the midnight hours all her life before becoming a vampire all those many years ago. She had embraced the night, but it wasn’t until she had become a vampire that it had embraced her. Four hundred years old, and she was still happy with who and what she was.
The only issue? Boredom.
Leaving the room she had been in, she went down stairs and found one of the guards. “I’m going for a stroll,” she stated before grabbing an umbrella from the rack by the door and heading out. She knew that in a few minutes, one of the guards would be sent to follow and make sure she stayed safe.
It wasn’t safe in this town anymore, no matter the hour. When darkness fell, it seemed to get a little more unsafe. Not because of the supernaturals, but because of the humans who seemed to have a hard time sharing a world they had already been sharing for centuries.
She wouldn’t be out late, but she knew a couple of shops that would be open for those like her and she wanted to do a little shopping. Later she would return home and maybe play the piano or read a book, anything to try to keep boredom at bay.