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John hadn´t heard anything but knew she had.
He looked around, finaly his eyes resting in the tree Takiko seemed to look at.
His hand slowly going for his coats inner pocket.

(It's okay.)

Takiko still watched the girl, no matter what she had said.
"Are you a vampire?" Takiko was not positive, but she thought she had recognized her from somewhere. Sometime long ago. If the girl meant no harm, Takiko regretted letting go of her love.

"Yes I am," Aithne admitted to this immediately, after all, she'd immediately be found out if she lied. She ran a pale hand through her short hair. "Sorry for disturbing you, but I'm not going to do anything." She kept her eyes on the fellow vampire, not feeling threatened at all by the human hunter.

"You should be more careful about how open you are though. If I wasn't the odd vampire I am I probably would at the very least report you." Her statement wasn't meant as an insult, just as a warning.

Rosh was on another of his aimless walks. He stopped at the sight of a grave yard and decided he should do something that noone would have imagined.

As he walked through he could feel the silence and sorrow that seemed to engulf a graveyard. He stopped by a grave and from his jacket placed a small tulip on the top. He turned to see noone was around and recited the only prayer he knew and wished the soul had found peace.

Rosh turned and walked slowly as he looked at the names and dates.

"I see... a shame. Anyway, I should be going now. Don't want to disrupt you two any more." Aithne did a small bow before starting to walk off.

*Despite her fatigue, Ciara ventured off from the city through the graveyard, some how avoiding the others, having entered across the way. Strolling along the side walks, some of the tombstones happen to bring flash backs of memories of her past life, of the family she once had long ago. Though this memories came, she would not let them bother her, for the night was still young, and her strength would be needed to enjoy it.*

*She wonders aimlessly over to a swing set, assuming it was for the restless children who shouldn't be put through the pain of their loved ones death. Though, not caring for the reason of its placement, she sat in the higher setting swing of the three. Pushing her left foot against the ground to begin in a swaying motion. Becoming trapped in a trance, she became oblivious of her surrounds, looking to be apathetic, almost ghost like due to the paleness of her European features. Her emrald green eyes hosting the only life in her, even that being dull, she gazes infrount of her as she remains in an almost dormant state.*

*Ciara was forced out of her trance as that same force caused her jaw to spilt apart, allowing a yawn to release. At the sudden intake of the cold air, her lungs felt as though they had turned to ice, thus causing her to shiver. Shoving her left heel into the ground, she kicked the swing back into a faster motion, having her cloak wraped tightly around her to shun out the unwanted winds. Now past her thoughts, she began to gaze about the aera, finding beauty as the place should be found as, yet she continued to spot what made the place look devistating, almost hellish, if you could push it that far.* "Why must they make it look worse than it actually is" *She muttered to herself before pulling in another intake of the freezing air to frost over her lungs once more as she heaves a sigh of apathy, showing her slight bit of care to have disapated.*