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[Sarah Edwards]

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To say that the mansion was large would be an exaggeration. It was huge, ridiculously huge. You could hear the air as she sucked it in through clenched teeth, before letting carbon dioxide loose with an exasperated sigh. Groaning inwardly a pale hand reached out to scrape away the mass of wavy, brunette hair that swept across her face. The silence was deafening, but rudely interrupted by the sound of the heavy doors closing shut behind her. Where was the welcome committee then?

Shoulders shrugged from within her short, black leather bomber jacket and a hand pulled the collar higher up, so that the tips caressed her smooth jaw line. Sapphire eyes looked at the two sets of staircases that rose before her, and then turned to the doors littering the edges of the room. Sarah never questioned her activities, nor her motives (or lack of) but an interesting thought did slip into her head. Why did she bother coming back here? Only a few weeks ago she had endeavoured to look into this place, but after finding it dissatisfactory she had left. She couldn’t make her mind up whether it was the large, typically English mansion that took her fancy or the smells of the creatures within. Hah, trust her to be indecisive. She didn’t move from her position, but stood still before the great doors so that she could remain in view of all exits, but at the same time, should anybody interesting happen to slip into the surroundings, she would know about it.

Long lashes swept to moisten her eyes, not that it did anything; the notion was more out of habit then anything else, and she swung the large duffle bag of hers from arm to arm. Soft and plump lips twisted into a comfortably smug smirk, pricking perfectly at the corners while the perky cheeks blushed an everlasting rose, stark against her porcelain complexion. It was time to be entertained. She let her bag drop to the ground, ignoring the clatter it made against the marble floor and immediately shrugged out of her leather jacket, letting that too settle on the floor beside her bag. Without the jacket her delicate body was revealed; arms clad in long black lace gloves, which moved to redo up a button of her pink dress shirt, the ruffles of a long cravat tumbling down atop her chest. Thick cuffs turned back to show the black lace of her hands, the shirt was cinched in at the waste with a long tail at the back, but the front stopping short at the tops of her thighs, which was modestly covered in black shorts. Long, thin calves were covered by black knee high, woollen stockings and finally, her feet, which were hidden by a pair of black court heels. Dressed to kill, or so the expression went. There was just no denying her lust for clothing, unfortunately those lusts did not simply stop at vintage attire, they stretched long and far, and even more ironically, to beings of a sinful nature. As her thoughts wandered off on a most enjoyable tangent, she was reminded of the hunger that was currently gnawing away at the pit of her stomach. Yes she was hungry.

It just took her a while to figure out what of the two evils she was hungry for.

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[Killian Jones]

[limegreen]The streets were wet from melted snow. The sun had shown its face today, but Killian could not enjoy it. He has not watched a sunset in over 130 years. He has not lived through a sunrise in almost 50 years. But he could not help but wish that he could spend one more moment with her. The soft click of his boots reminded him of many night time walks with his last love. The streetlamps were yellow yet gentle as they lit his pathway. Killian had not planned on going back to the mansion anytime soon, but it had only been a few days since his return home and he was already itching to go back. There was always a chance of running into someone new and unusual. London was full of those that were literally out of the norm.

Killian did his best to dress for the weather, but also to impress. His boots were black industrials, calf high leather laced up tight and buckled down firmly. His jeans were a dark blue, fitted baggy style hugging in all the right places for his body type. His belt was studded black leather, a three-chain wallet decorating his left hip. Across his torso was a black thermal covering the black wife beater underneath, and a black woven pea-coat on top of that. Killian had put on his eyeliner and styled his hair, pulling his bangs down the left side of his face. He had gotten his hair cut before leaving for London and was enjoying its ease. He pulled most of it down straight and tipped it red, a signature color of his. Killian watched the others that he walked past, noting how bundled they were in the near warmth of winter. It had cooled, noticeably, but it was definitely warmer than it had been in months.

It wasn’t long before he faced those same double doors, heavy and solid wood. Killian sighed and pulled the right one open and stepped through. It shut tartly behind him, shutting the noise from the outdoors out automatically. The silence in the anteroom was unnerving, but he was used to it now that he had been there once before. His eyes searched around for a moment but immediately noted that he wasn’t alone. He studied the woman in pink ruffles and grimaced a little. She wasn’t one of the women he had met the first time, but it still amazed him how he had yet to meet any of the alpha vampire men in the building. Killian glanced at the staircases and guessed dorm wings. Maybe if he would travel one way or the other he would run into someone he did not want to meet. His gaze returned to the woman in front of him. “Hey,” he said with a small clear of his throat.[/limegreen]

[Sarah Edwards]

She had expected more people to be here. She inwardly laughed at her thoughts; she hardly ever classed herself as a ‘person’ anymore. A person implied human and she was certainly over thinking that notion. But still, where were all the blood suckers? This was hardly entertaining; she wanted thrill and suspense, not an empty mansion. All this space to herself and nobody to share it with. Pity.

Sarah spared a glance to her belongings that still sat randomly on the marble floor. That bag contained everything, it had become her life, stashed with a random fragments of paper, broken or unused pens, a pack of hospital blood (should she ever struggle to find her favourite food) and a few pieces of clothing, she rarely ever wore the same things twice, but then they were usually stained with blood and everybody knows how god damn awkward that can be to wash out. The money that she had accumulated over her Eighty two years was formed out of stacks of credit cards stuffed in the purse hidden down her shorts, who would have thought that money would be more then an essential when becoming a vampire.

Laced fingertips absently traced the purse in her shorts as she gave the hall another once over. Where should she start? Going to the dormitories, inspected the main hall or looking at the unnecessary kitchens? A frown succeeded in ruining her features as a sharp aroma met her nose. Her muscles twitched, aching to drop into the crouch position, but she stiffened her body and remained still, even as the large doors were pushed open and another entered.
Well, what a pleasant surprise. Reddened lips took on a mocking smirk and lids shut across her eyes. She kept her back to the male who had just entered and instead let her lungs fill with his smell. How delightful. Sarah heard him speak and that was when she turned to look at him properly. Eerily bright eyes involuntary swept his form, taking in the clothes that hung expertly from his body – notable, in all of the right places. Her lips softened slightly, but still held her smile. It was a rarity, nowadays, to see one older then her, what with all of the young, naive beings running around these days. Where had all of the elders gotten to? Admittedly it was refreshing to see him; it had been a while since she had seen another vampire. She may have been a loner, but she could not deny her need for company.
“Hello.”

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[Killian Jones]

[limegreen]At first glance he noted the stiffness of her body and the way she had waited for him to speak before turning instantly to see whom had walked in behind her. Killian could tell she had not been there long, the bag on the floor had been picked up in his periferals. Her aura switched from awareness to curiousity the moment she turned and saw him. And admittedly, his changed from politeness to awe. It was her eyes that had caught him. The blue of them was dark yet brilliant in the darkness of the room, seeming to glow dimly. But it was obvious she was not surprised by his entry, almost...glad of it. She was not threatened by his presence and it intrigued him so. Her lips were complacent and soft as she spoke, her voice like a lute being plucked somberly.

Killian glanced away, finding himself staring into her eyes. He knew she was younger, but knew that she could recognize the elder bloods, which made him realize that she was not as young as the others he had met the last time he had come to this place. The other females were new bloods, maybe a year to five years in the making. But not this one. She seemed middle ground, or maybe she was full of wit and wisdom. He bowed, bending at the waist to a forty-five degree, right arm across his stomach and left behind his lower back. He did not know many customs, but proper manners were in order when meeting new people...or vampires, rather. She smelled of earth and something sweeter to help disguise it. The untrained human nose cannot pick out the stench, but for the vampire kind it was easy. "I am Killian," he said as an introduction. He stood straight after a moment and stared in her eyes once more. He noted the way her hair framed her face perfectly. Killian grinned inwardly. So many beautiful women surrounded him. What was a man to do? "May I ask your name?"

His mind switched gears at that thought to his lost love. His eyes hardened and he stopped himself from sighing aloud. He realized why she was attractive. There was a similarity of beauty and the way her eyes glowed in the near darkness, reflecting the flicker of torches hanging in the sconces of the walls, far away yet giving enough light to see clearly. Killian tried to push the thoughts from his mind, not wanting them to influence his first encounters. But he knew they would bog him down for even more years to come.[/limegreen]

[Sarah Edwards]

Her eyes left his body and slowly, almost hesitantly moved to reach his eyes, which were a blue, paler then hers, but none the less hypnotic. Gaze trailed along the tantalising jaw line. She knew he was young, but he had this roughish, very manly way about him and an acute smile absently tweaked at the corners of her lips as she continued to think over his features. Now this was extremely unlike her, usually her sharp tongue would have been slashing away by now, or she would have either refused to have spoken at all, simply walking off and ignoring him. But this was far too compelling, and words that should have been completely locked away in her mind were fighting to the surface, her tongue pressing against the roof of her mouth just to stop her from speaking aloud.

Sarah noticed him staring, but it didn’t matter, for she only stared straight back. There was a saying that you could see one’s soul through their eyes and it confused her, as she saw nothing behind his eyes, no stories, no secrets, as though everything was hidden from the world. Curiosity was a potent weakness of hers and even as she felt it arise she shunned it, she didn’t care to know this being? Why want to know him? He was nothing to her. While her mind was busy arguing with itself she continued to watch him, even as he looked away her eyes remained on his face. Her lungs filled with a sharp intake of breath as she watched him bow before her, it had been a great many years since a man had bestowed such courtesy on her and without even thinking she returned the gesture. Her right ankle moved behind the other, chin dropped against her chest and she dipped from the knees with her back still upright as she lowered a few inches before straightening. She lifted her chin back up so that her eyes could again seek out his. Just how old was he?

As he spoke his name she let it roll around on the tip of her tongue. Killian. His voice rang through the hall again and her attention was returned. “I am Sarah.” She hadn’t yelled, but she had suddenly become aware of how her voice seemed to flood the hall, slowly diminishing into a ring. The deep baritone of his voice had made his words seem far more comfortable then hers had.
Suddenly his eyes hardened and she instantly composed herself, her face drained of its softness and her smile automatically vanished; she once again became a blank doll.

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[Killian Jones]

[limegreen]Killian did not even notice her change in demeanor while locked in his own little world, at least for those few previous seconds. He kept his mind carefully blank to all that he encountered in case there were any that could read thoughts. He only had the innate ability to read auras and body language. Some might say that this feat is nothing special, but it made all the difference in the world when deciding if someone is comfortable with another's presence. Killian broke himself from his sadness and looked at the woman in front of him. She had announced herself as Sarah. And it was a beautiful. He recalled a few students of his back when he was still teaching that shared this same name. All of them were very pretty, yet this one surpassed them all. Killian mentally kicked himself for being a typical male. He felt attracted to almost every mind he met, and it was always an added bonus when that gorgeous mind was attached to an equally, if not more so, gorgeous face.

He cleared his throat and took a half step backward. He felt almost invasive now. Too close for comfort. Killian did not want to make her feel uncomfortable in the least. "Forgive me," he murmured only loud enough so it did not echo. He would hate for anyone to hear him show weakness in a place like this. "My mind was elsewhere. I didn't mean to make you lose your pretty smile, Sarah." He was not trying to make her swoon in any way. He had noticed that she was indeed grinning the moment before he had lost himself. And it was most surprising that she had replied to his bow with her own curtsey. It was smooth in the way she had stooped with one ankle behind the other. Grace could have been her middle name and it would have fit her perfectly. His eyes softened and he showed her a hint of a smile, letting the right corner of his mouth pull back slightly, trying to warm the situation. Killian was not an awkward person in the least. It was better to make friends rather than enemies. Yet for a loner such as himself, it was easier to make enemies.

Growing a bit of confidence, Killian stepped forward once more to his original postion and locked his fingers behind his back. He had no idea where to place his hands, so it seemed courtsey enough to place them behind him. "Have you been here before? I've been here once before, myself. Yet I did not have the pleasure of seeing most of the rest of this place." He looked around for a quick moment, letting a flash of hatred, no...disgust, cross his face. "I am not very fond of sharing with wolves." He looked back at the girl and smiled with a small huff. He had went back home the last time he had entered these doors, not feeling comfortable with the thought of werewolves sleeping in the hall. Hell, he was not comfortable being anywhere with wolves. And then there was talk about hunting in packs. Killian bit back a snarl, not wanting Sarah to be anymore wary of him than she already was.[/limegreen]

[Sarah Edwards]

Her face had become as hard as stone, face seemingly unbreakable and she gazed, expressionless before her. She had come to her senses at last, how stupid could she have been to allow someone, especially someone she did not know, to warm her icy insides? Sarah cared for nobody other then herself, she was someone who played the game to its hardest; and always won. So why did she feel like she was losing a battle she hadn’t even embarked on? The women never got involved with others unless it was to her benefit, for blood or sex. But she certainly felt some qualm squirming inside her, but it was neither of the two lusts she usually succumbed to.
She didn’t think her name was particularly interesting; Sarah was a rather common, traditional name. Killian however, seemed like such a harsh sounding name for one who appeared to be so, so…She couldn’t even think of a word to describe him, soft might be a good adjective, but it did not adequately cover the things she thought. To touch he looked more hard, like marble, washboard abs and all that. From her sides, her fingers flexed; she had suddenly come under this indescribable urge to touch him.

As he stepped back she resisted the desire to step forward, but instead stood deathly still. Most vampires moved as humans would, shifting their weight or twitching, but these moves were often out of habit, Sarah, however, cared not for what she looked like to mortals and so would stand as still as she pleased for as long as she liked. Like a statue. The only think that moved were her lips, following his own small smile she let her own tweak at the corners. He had a noticeable American accent, which seemed even more noticeable against her British one. She almost didn’t recognise her own name when he spoke it. “Quite the contrary, it enabled me to gather my thoughts.” Her stupid, foolish thoughts.

Killian stepped forward once more and a smirk dominated her features. She loved the thrill of luring her prey, even though she most certainly did not see him as prey and neither had she been trying to lure him. Even so, if her heart were still beating it would have, no doubt, skipped a beat. She did not break the focus her eyes held, she knew she had a tendency to stare and she also knew it usually made others feel uncomfortable, not that she cared, there was no need for her to glance about the room, so what was the point of it? H e spoke again and she nodded to his first set of words, a few stands of deep oak falling across her face; she remained silent for the time being, allowing him to finish his words before she responded. “I ventured here a few weeks back, I had no intention of returning..” But… Her words trailed off as she again considered why she had returned, however she simply could not draw a conclusion. At the mention of wolves a hiss rose from her throat.
Her next words were said with more anger then she had anticipated. “I have no desire to interact with the dogs. If they keep out of my way, then I shall remain out of there’s. I shan’t be part of their hunting party.” The thought of Vampires and Werewolves being together was just too unnatural for her to even comprehend. Just the smell and sight of them, her brows involuntary knotted, but the crease swiftly left as she finished her words. "I hunt in solitude, but should you wish to join me, rather then the beasts, then I would not mind."

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[Killian Jones]

[limegreen]Killian enjoyed the dripping spite she spoke with. He technically did not have anything against werewolves. There was nothing in his past that would give him any right to be. But he knew the history between lycans and vampires, and bit his tongue every time he wanted to growl. Werewolves were always below that of vampires. Hell, they were servants. It was no wonder they hated the high class and power of vampires. Both immortal with its own demise. Killian smiled inwardly at the thought. Nothing lives forever. Eva crossed his mind once more and he pushed it away as Sarah mentioned solitude. He was always alone in his life. Before he lived in New York and even while he was there, before Eva, he was alone. He kept to himself. And now that he was alone once again in a completely new environment, he appreciated the fact that no one knew him. But now it seemed that he had become part of a society that prided itself on loneliness and companionship at the same time. Sarah would not mind if he hunted with her. The last time he did that, the dumb teen though she was better than his old blood and got his taste of flesh for him. It was the most grotesque blood he had ever ingested and he did his best not to say so to the young blood. After all, Killian had some decency about him. Sarah was not naive like the last few encounters he had with his own kind, so he had to hand it to the young woman for being direct with him.

She offered him a hunting companion, something that he had with his last love, but they always hunted separately. Killian had his own taste of flesh and Eva had hers. He wondered what type Sarah liked, or if she even feasted on human blood. It was something he thought was quite weird about this city was that vampires rarely drank the blood of the weak. He heard much talk of animals, yet it seemed that he was out of place when it came to humab blood. And the lycans were not any better. But they actually eat the meet of humans. "I agree whole heartedly," he replied smartly. "The lycans should stick to their own kind. This whole alliance shit is making me want to reject my breakfast." His eyes found her glowing orbs in the darkness and smiled swiftly. She was a clever girl and she knew it. Killian admired that in a woman. He admired a lot of female characteristics, none having to do with their bodies. He was attracted to people with a powerful mind and sharp intellect. Male or female, for that matter. But he did not meet many vampire males, and the one he does know is older than himself. "But I am afraid that I must decline your offer, as sweet as it was sound. I must hunt my own as well. I do not eat garbage like so many city dwellers and find it much easier to prey on humans when I am alone." With a small smile, Killian moved toward a staircase and leaned against the arm, still facing the young woman. There was no trust to be had unless reason is given, and in true fact, enemies have been known to stab him in the back. He has not made that mistake again. "What blood do you find most enjoyable? I have had many over the years, but I do have my own vice that I'd do anything to get." It was a bold move, showing weakness. But some do say that it is the start to friendship is to relinquish a secret and see how it is kept or played. Sarah would hopefully prove a worthy ally when the time came.[/limegreen]

[Sarah Edwards]

Images of werewolves flickered across her mind and she briefly closed her lids, re-opening her sapphire eyes with a sense of renewal. As much as she wanted to scream otherwise, those beasts were strong, no amount of denying. But vampires were strong as well, especially in groups. Trouble was, it was very rare to see vampires together. Even as she stood here, just the two of them, it felt odd to have another nearby; it felt as though the large personal space of hers had been disrupted. And although it felt strange, due to long period of time she had gone without being with another immortal, Killian didn’t seem to bother her much. If anything, she was rather enjoying this conversation.

Sarah had only ever hunted with another twice before, one time had been horrendous while the other hadn’t been all that bad. The first time she had been out with one of the first vampires she had come across since her turning. Hunting had been awkward and she had been embarrassed of having him watch her, but the second had been entirely different. A few months back she had been stalking a young male, but as she followed him into his apartment, she realized she had not been the only one pursuing this prey. The other woman seemed even more eager to feast with Sarah being there and she had to admit that feeding on this boy along with the other woman had been disturbingly satisfying, if not erotic. A small shiver crept the length of her spine and she took a few steps back to disguise it as it ripped along her body. Her laced fingertips stroked away a piece of wavy brown that moved across one of her eyes and she tried to refocus on the male, absently watching his lips as he spoke. The offer would still stand, should he ever reconsider, it didn’t matter to her whether he did or did not, she wouldn’t hunt with the dogs; she even doubted she would offer her company to any others. Watching as he moved to lean against the staircase she spared a glance to her bag and jacket on the floor. Sarah knew that there were dormitories here, but she knew that she would not be able to rest knowing that werewolves were in this house. It just seemed so corrupted.

At his question she lifted her gaze again. She could no longer contain the smile, which sprang to her plump lips in a heartbeat. If you were a vampire, then you should act like one, or so her motto went. Vampires thought that by going cold turkey, or feeding from blood pacts, they could hold onto some part of their humanity. Thing was, Sarah accepted that she was no longer human, or at least she was another type of human and there was no point trying to deny what she was. Besides, nothing compared to the real thing. Without any hesitation what so ever she replied, voice even, if not a little amused as she spoke. “I prefer young males. And yourself?” Sarah enjoyed the seduction almost as much as she enjoyed the blood and there was nothing more entertaining then a cocky man, who thought they could work their way into her clothes with their obvious ‘charm.’ She never could help but laugh at the look on their faces as she bit into them. Thing was, she was beginning to tire of these games of hers. “But truth be told, nothing seems to satisfy me anymore.” She was after another kind of addiction. It just helped if she knew what it was.

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[Killian Jones]

[limegreen]Killian could not help but stare at her. It was almost as if she could read his mind and know exactly what to say to spike his interest. It was a natural attraction for her to like that type of blood. She looked young and the young males she preyed on would have an instant attraction to her. Her eyes were like nothing they would ever see again. And there is no mistake that she uses it to her advantage. The thrill in her voice when she answered him was alive and sparkling. Her words almost bubbled in laughter as they spilled from her mouth. Satisfying was the most fantastic word in her vocabulary. She felt the same as he did. Killian could not imagine feasting on anything better than young male blood. The angst and dreams and desires just made his mouth water. There was no bitching and bitterness like with female blood. Killian loved the lust and coppery finish of males, thus adding to the appeal of preying upon them. Since he was a night school teacher for the young adults that hated crowded classrooms, he was able to scout his breakfast before leaving the room. But that was many years ago, and he now had thoughts of receiving a teaching certificate for England and offering night classes so that he would have something to take his mind off of the feud that was slowly errupting in the country. He also had to note that she did not rescind her offer to let him hunt with her. The offer now seemed more enticing. To learn of common blood interests between himself and a female he had never passed on a lonely street was exhilerating. Killian smiled almost as broadly as she had and chuckled a little. "My lady, you have touched the very blood that interests me most. And for that I must say is most refreshing."

He took a few steps toward, leaving his leaning position to stand closer to her. Killian ignored the smell of death to enjoy the fragrance of her being. Sarah had a beautiful smell that he could spend days enjoying. It reminded him so much of his Eva, that it made him wonder whether or not she was her reincarnate. But Killian knew that this was impossible. Eva never enjoyed young blood. She had her tastes set on the bad blood that she chased in the alley ways of the night patrol. "Young males have the best taste, I must say. There is nothing more gratifying than to drink in their lusts and dreams and feel nothing but invigorated with flight. It lets me feel younger and more down to earth, than feeling my age." He huffed with a small smile. Killian hated getting into age details. There was no need for her to truly know just how old he is, but he also knows that he is not the oldest still alive. The ones more ancient than he do not feed as often and actually grow older because of it. Most have their food brought to them and feeding is horrendous to watch. Killian never wanted to be like that, but he guessed that living for so many centuries can grow boring and droll, so dying seems almost delightful in nature. He had contemplated it before, but dismissed it completely. He had places to see, and England was a fitting start. So many beautiful women, so many new discoveries. Killian looked into her eyes. So many new delicacies to explore.[/limegreen]

[Sarah Edwards]

It was strange, Sarah was making no attempt to consider what he might be thinking, what type of blood he might like and mimicking his vices and yet, they seemed to share the same love. Saying that, how could you not love the taste of the adolescence, males especially, they were so testosterone filled and you could almost taste their overpowering, young desires. Thrilling might be a fitting adjective, but then there were so many more she wished to announce. Pleasurable, rapid, nasty, dirty, exhilarating, fulfilling, invigorating, galvanizing and the list continued. Just as her mind was ticking over these thoughts her breath became short and she felt her body sweating up. She was once again reminded of her hunger and a hand automatically moved to her stomach, a smile tweaking as she forced her hand back to her side. For a vampire who had a fair few years experience, she had such involuntary movements, one would think that she would have learnt how to control these automatic instincts, but truth be told, she never bothered try to control her hunger, it was who she was and should the moment arise where she would need to push it out of her mind, there were always other things she could focus her mind on; when she sees what she wants she is set on getting it, but she is also easily distracted.

His words echoed through the hall and her mind tuned into it. Refreshing, yes, such a lovely word to have in one’s vocabulary. You would think that more of their kind would be into the young males, but it was surprising the amount that stalked the females, it was said that they were easier to catch and that you didn’t have to waste your energy on the kill, but use it in the consuming. But surly that took the fun out of the hunt? She shrugged to herself and let her mind be occupied by the vampire standing before her. His exterior appeared so tough, or rather she would have expected him to be cold and blunt, but he was the exact opposite, again like his name, surprisingly easy to talk to, in fact, she struggling to keep words in her mouth. Damn him, Sarah was hostile, she never opened up, she never spoke about her preferences. She felt the barriers she had installed struggle to remain upright. Was there really any harm in letting loose once in a while? Letting loose was what got her into trouble before.

He spoke of his age and once again curiosity piqued, she knew he was old, but just how old was yet to be determined. Sarah wanted to ask him, but the way that he spoke about drinking from youths made her suspicious as to whether or not his age was a subject he would want to delve into. “Down to Earth?” Sarah took another, small, step forward as she began to speak, looking closer into his eyes. “When I feed I feel as though I am flying, very far from Earth.” And that is when she saw the loss that seemed to fill his optics. Loss was such a complicated word. Everybody lost something at some point during their lives and they of all people understood loss, people around them died everyday, sometimes as a result of them and other times not. “You have seen many things, Killian, have the times really changed as much as I’d hoped they hadn’t?” But the loss she saw, it had scarred him and she suddenly felt very intrusive, as though she had seen something in his eyes she shouldn’t have, but instead of moving she kept her gaze firmly set on his. Killian both confused and interested her, she wanted to know more; even though she knew she shouldn't.

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