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She understood what he was saying, but she just couldn't see herself leaving her brother's side, ever, but then she figured that not every set of siblings are the same. She just shook her head and continued to walk. "We're here," she finally said after a long period of silence. She headed up the stairs of her home's front yard and unlocked the door, gesturing to the rambunctious dog and Vlad to come inside her massive house. She stood in the doorway as she waited for the two to decide whether or not they were going to come in or not.

vlad ushered her in and closed the door behind him, "nice house" he looks around

She smiled at his compliment, and then replied. "Thank you. If your not too weary, I wouldn't mind showing you around," her voice was soft, and genuine as she gave him the offer.

A pair of flaming red, furry paws stamped the ground at an even pace and in silence. Only the rush of wind from the animal's flank could be heard and easily mistaken as another breath of air from the chilly night. The animal lifted and waved its head as it felt the cold freshness of the wind through its mane.

It then lifted its half golden, half crimson gaze unto the stars and moon above. As it ran through the cemetery, past tombstone and tombstone. Over lumpy hills and through long, unkempt grass. The crimson wolf ran as though it had a purpose. As though this was an every night thing. Just another spectacle, another part of the cemetery. Another wandering shadow in the mist.

The wolf then slowed its pace as it came upon a grove of thick branched trees. Its brown nose snorted as the beast's eyes penetrated the dark wood. As though the animal held no fear, the wolf bravely wandered on through the dark grove. Knowing the dangers of what it might come across.

As it walked through the thick trees it came upon just another gathering of tombstones placed almost specifically in some sort of a symbol in a circle. The wolf walked on and passed the many graves on either side. It looked down and skimmed through, reading some of the names, some of the information on the stones. The wolf walked till it came to the very heart of the gathering in the grove. And in the very heart was a statue of an angel with tiny children grabbing at its hems. The statue seemed to alarm the wolf as it shook its head and starred at it again. The wolf then ran over to a few tombstones on the side and read their dates of births and dates of death. The wolf's assumption was true, this gathering of tombstones was a Memorandum Garden. A place to hold a memory for the children's lives that were taken during the wars between vampires.

The wolf sat at a grave that was just before the feet of one of the young children that held onto the angel. The wolf's gaze traveled from the plaque and then onto the child. For some reason, the little child reminded Mekai of her sister from long ago. The child was short, female, with short hair, big awestruck eyes, and wearing a simple summer dress. The wolf continued to sit there in silence and long, contemplative thoughts.

She was a bit tired but, she figured there was still some life left in her. "I'm fine," she said, a weak smile spread across her face. She placed her hand on his arm and began to walk around the large place with him, showing him just about every room in it. The yard itself was large enough to place another home on. In her basement, was an indoor pool. There was so much more to show, but she had grown weary and had to cut the tour short. She came back to the main area she called a "living room" and sat down on an ebony colored cloth sofa. "If you would like to stay for the night, you can. There's more than enough space for you and your brother," she said softly.

"Of course not, you already took a piece of my cape didn't you. That means I wont hurt them." He said laughing as he walked with Nightmare.

After sitting there for quite some time. It slowly got up, and as it rose to two legs, it morphed into a female vampyress with deamonic eyes. The vampyress then moved on from the grove and headed more towards the harsher ends of the cemetery. Where the trees are so thick, they block the moon and starlight.

a figure raises from the grave freshly opened. it groans coughing brushing his shoulder clean of the dirt. standing at 6'5 "goddess i hate having to hide in a place like that. if people would just learn to live and let die" he shakes out his head and braids his hair to the nape of his neck, the cloak he was wearing looked good shape, along with his clothes. his voice was deep and obviously he was use to being alone the way he talked to himself