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Isocrates did not have the luxury of having an open book, wearing-your-heart-on-your-sleeve sort of woman in his life. Demeter lived in her own head more often than not and it was a wonder to this day how she had managed to even build a relationship to the point of living together and having some sense of... normalcy. She was anything but normal. A Daughter of Caine, a mere copy of Kindred. She had her sisters were created with little purpose at all, a whim of their 'father', whom she hoped to have the opportunity of spitting upon his 'grave' someday.

The vampire had been created and abandoned just as abruptly as she had come into existence. No purpose, no meaning, no understanding as to why she were even brought to exist. She could hardly even grasp what she was and yet was foisted out into the world and expected to make it on her own. Although it was not something she expressed often, as she seemed to struggle to express her thoughts and emotions out loud, if it had not been for Isocrates she would not even be alive. He was a feisty man that did not shy away from a brawl but he was patient with her and had taught her the knowledge she lacked.

Despite the hardships that having her has as a partner undoubtedly brought him -- a thing she often thought in her mind, what a burden she must have been all this time -- the vampire had taken the time to learn her and understand her. He was absolutely right in his thinking that these changes were weighing on her heavily. The anxiety it brought on was suffocating. Demeter was honestly trying her hardest to control it, to bring her feelings down to a tolerable level, but she had just begun to thrive and feel as if she were capable of carving out a nice little spot in the world for herself.

Now? Caine was gone and as thankful as she was for that, she did not know what it would mean for a Daughter of Caine. She had no loyalty to her creator, in fact her feelings were overwhelmingly negative in that regard, but one still had to wonder what this would mean for herself and her sisters, and even her brothers the Cainite. The pressure of the anxiety had her feeling quite useless, sprawled out on her stomach on a rug in front of the fireplace. The only light in the room was the dim glow cast from the dying fire, shadows dancing from the dancing flames. Her arms were tucked beneath her head and her spiked tendrils were curled around her body like a protective shell.

The vampire lifted her head when she heard the voice of her lover calling out for her, pulling her from her dark thoughts and worries. "Isocrates..." She called out to him eagerly but only loud enough that her voice would reach his ears like a whisper.