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This room is very dark, there is one small window against the far wall draped over with long black curtaines made of silk. a picture of a female with pale skin and a sad expression is on the wall beneath the window allowing the light of either sun or moon to flow onto it. a caption lies on the frame it quotes. I would spend eternity in your arms, and death could not tear me away..." a table stands not far from this with a vase full of perfectly preserved roses kept together by a ring made of lapiz lazulie. a large canopy bed sits in the center of the room with black drapes on all sides as if prepared for a final rest. the walls of the room are a dark red and the floor is uncarpeted and cold. a violen is the only welcoming thing in the room, yet it isn't so much so. it is black in color with rose lace chords and bone pegs. a wine barrell is in a far corner as well with severall bottles set around it, all containing the same red liquid and no label.

Stefan had gotten to his room and layed down for just a little while when he heard the knock at his door. he turned and looked to the painting on his wall then to the door.
"you may enter..." he said with out feeling but a bit interested. he was unused to guests comng to his areas of rest. and he has had many.

For the first time in over one hundred years, Stefan's facial expressions changed from that of none existant to tha of shock and amazent.
"no, it can't be..." the vampire that stood in front of him, she held an amazing resemblance to that of the woman in the portrait below the window, yet that woman was long dead. this vampire also held that same aroma could he have missed something that night? no, there were small differences about her, hard to see; but they were there. "You, what is your name?" he asked lightly.

Stefan was once again struck by this, she was puzzled and seemed to think she knew him, but he had never met a Jagger Mavrick, the resemblence to Ashley however... Stefan had heard of reincarnation; though he didn't actually think it possible.
"Could it be...?" he murmured to himself looking back to the portrait, then to the young woman before him. "I do not think we do, at least, not with you as you are..." Stefan could tell he was making no sence but he was as confused now as he was six hundred years ago, when he met the beautiful mistress Ashley who would forever change his life. "I may be mistaken, but you greatly resemble an old freind of mine."

Stefan stared down at her, not sure of what to do. finally he spoke up and his words were quiet and worn.
" what is it, Jagger? do you need something else?" he sounded foolish he knew, but what was he supposed to sound like? he had not shown emotion in a lifetimes of ordeals. 'Her eyes, they too are so much like Ashley's, how wretched the soul to play this trick on me!' he thought to himself and the colors of his eyes began to darken.

"No, you are quite all right, i am just not use to talking to others is all. " he took a step toward her a she took a step back, but he did not try to touch her as was his way. "I apollogize for asking but the picture over there of that young lady, does she not look like you?"

Stefan hesitated before answering, "She was a freind, no, she was more than that..." he strolled over to the preserved roses and looked to the ring of lapiz lazuli that held them together.
"...She was the one who gave me this gift, and she was also my love. We had met upon my return from training for a great war that ended up never happening, my mother had fallen ill and she was a doctor's assistant." his voice grew distant, as if remembering something from long ago.
"I thought it odd that the doctor stayed with us at our house and that she would leave before sunrise and return at sundown. when I asked her she told me it as nothing, but as we came to talk more, and to fall for eachother, she eventually told me. when I told her I wished to stay with her, she told me of the nightmarish things she had done to survive and I didn't care. it did take a while to gain her trust completely and for her to take me, but it did happen." Stefan's voice grew even more distant, and a chilled anger flowed behind it.
"then, an old freind from the training center showed up with a warrent for her arrest, said she was wanted for the death of some child I said I would go with him to help bring justice to the culprit, when in truth I only wished to help her escape and meet up with her later that night. I ran to my house to say my final farewells, when I returned he had killed her. H-he was covered in her blood, and he was holding swords of some foreign type. he said they were for slaying devils and that she was none other, but she had caused no harm to any as I could see. I took his swords and with great pleasure, his life. Her name... was Ashley dredwoods, and we were enaged to wed." he slid the ring from the roses and pulled another from beneath his shirt.

"Please, don't be, for some reason; seeing you has made me happy." he raised is head and walked to the door with her. he had a slight smile on his lips.
"you have helped me remember thing I would rather have kept forgotten, but you have also given me back many happy thoughts. you are quite like Ashley in so many ways, but I don't suppose you care, please take this ring. It was hers, there is an inscription on the inside if you care to look..." Stefan turned the ring to face the light of the moon coming from the window above the portrait. on the inside of the ring the words 'bound by your love' were scribed in red. Stefan showed the ring around his neck and it too had the inscription. "You may do as you wish with it, I have held on to it for quite long enough. however, I hope you remember my story and I hope we can be freinds." Stefan steps away from the door bowing slightly allowng Jagger enough room to pass if she wanted. he was still wearing the slight smile because of all that had happened.