Post by ;Helenaxx on Apr 28, 2009 14:54:13 GMT -5
[/color]The wind felt good upon his face as Landon raced through the night. He attempted, and failed miserably, to erase the last few moments from his mind. The feel of Mneme's luke warm cheek, the scent of her hair, the glow of her eyes; the entire night was enchanting. And still, though a small voice in the back of his mind questioned it, he was running with her to Volterra, Italy. Next week was St. Marcus Day, and she'd never gone to Italy. There's a first time for everything, they say. So what about love?
His deep olive shirt clung against his perfect chest, his champagne jacket in his hand. Landon needed to ask Leroy if the two could be spared, and if so, for how long. It was Friday, and they'd be leaving in two days. He stopped abruptly at the door and walked right in, expecting the beautiful maiden to be directly behind him. The cool damp air hung lifelessly in the air and the musky smell of mold and wet wood filled his senses. Above all, the most evident of the smells were of vampires. Some old, some new. He stepped forward cautiously. "Leroy?"
[sorry, I've barely any muse][/size]
