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Bethany slept fitfully, and not for very long either. "Stupid wraith..." she muttered as she pulled on a satin robe over her nightgown and got up. She looked at the clock. "Ugh. Only an hour of sleep... oh well, I guess I can go up the attic and get some work done..."

She crept out of her room, trying hard to not wake her guest as she pulled down the ladder in the hallway that lead up to the attic. She climbed up quietly, and turned on the overhead light, before sitting down at the desk with her microscope and small fridge with blood samples inside.

I looked at the glass hesitantly, "I'm not sssure..." I said quietly. C'mon, just try it. I reassured myself. I gripped the glass and lifted it to my hood, Now where's my mouth? I wondered...
I picked a spot and poured the pink liquid down my 'throat'. I could taste the drink, or at least get some illusion of what it tasted like, "It's delicious..." i said, judging from what I tasted. I looked down and noticed that the drink was slowly dripping out from beneath my cloak, "Oh, I'm sorry, not quite solid yet." I said, slightly embarrassed. Embarrassed that's a new one, I'm starting to feel more and more.

I sighed, though it made more of a hissing sound, "I'm sorry, I'm not sssure what I did, but I feel like it'sss my fault Erik left."

I stayed silent after that, in deep thought.

The moon was blacker than night and yet could be seen clearly; the wolves one by one stopped their running and just looked up at it. Finally one wolf, silver with age and huge compared to the others stepped out of the forest amongst his kin. He looked at the Obsidian Moon with eyes that had seen to many years and too many sorrows, until at last he looked away from it, sadness showing in his amber eyes. "My lord....what is wrong?" he looked up and saw a female from his vast harem, what was her name? Ah yes, Elisebeth. "Nothing my dear. Just memories of a time when our beloved was not always as dark as the night but was as white as a virgin fang." he sighed and looked back up to his, and all the lycan's, mistress and sighed again. The young female looked at her master in awe, she knew he was old but to able to remember the "Time of Purity" was unimaginable and yet he was still the werewolf leader of all. Strong with a vast intellect, he showed know sign of his age except his silver mantle of fur. "Come, we must continue if we are to make it to the Kingdom of Immortals." with that said he threw his head back and gave the mightest howl ever known to wolf kind, the signal which he has used over and over to move his kin on.

I awoke in the night with a cold sweat. Looking at the clock on my bedside table, I grimaced. "Ugh, I need more sleep." pulling the covers over my head and closing my eyes I went back into the dreams of my people.

My ear twitched when I heard singing and the sound of running water. Looking at the clock I reliazed I was doomed to not go back to sleep and sat up scratching my head. "Oh well, never too early to start the adventure of a new day." I said as I stood up. Going over to the dresser I pulled out some dark blue jeans and a pair of socks and some underwear. Clothing my lower half I walked over to the closet and pulled out an old black and white flannel and slipped it on. I noted Bethany was still still in the shower and headed to the kitchen looking for a pan.

Finding the pan I took some eggs out of the refrigerator plus various things like cheese and vegetables. I began to make two omelets, listening to Bethany sing slightly off key in places but over all sounding very pleasent.

"Milk will be fine." I responded as I was finishing up the omelets. "I hope you like omelets, they're about the only thing I know how to make decent at least breakfast wise." I grabbed two plates and slipped the food onto them. Setting them down at the table I decided I should probably take a shower myself. "Do you mind if I use your shower?" I asked hoping to wash the dirt and grit from my journey off.

"Thank you." I said in response to the milk, the shower, and the comment on my food all in one. Draining the glass of milk I walked to the bathroom. I turned the water on and slipped out of my clothes folding them neatly and setting them down. Getting into the freezing water as always forced my body to shiver once involuntary. Images associated with the cold bubbled forth from my memories showing images of snow and of lonely nights. Sighing I began to wash myself. Noticing the miniscule details of the bathroom slightly showing it belonged to a female, and the scent of Bethany still lingered in the air. Clearing my head of the thoughts that began to intrude my mind, I concentraded on the sound of the running water.