He could still feel her touch on his hands. The touch of a lifeless corpse. How close to death she had been withou realising it. For, to rip her arms off in a single bloody movement would have been too easy. He could stand the sight of one of her kin, even talking to one such as herself was bearable, but to feel their heatless skin on his own was something he would not have.
Yet again the smell of a rotting corpse crept up to his nose but he shook it off, trying to find the smell of the one he had come here for. Still not back, how long would he have to wait. If too long, then maybe the vampires questions would be answered, if he could have at least a few minutes of peace. He sipped the alcoholic drink with delight. Oh how long it had been since he had tasted it. He knew she would be back, seeking answers, most of which he could not say, but, he knew a few things, or thought he did. He need to sort through the memories. A task not easily done. Another quick glance, still no sight of him. He gave up his attempts to find him visualy. He knew that the instant he was a decent distance from him, he would catch his sent. All he needed to do was wait. |