04-29-2014, 03:57 AM
So, her braid had upset him. Or perhaps it had been her blood. Chrissie licked her fingers, and picked up the spiked leather bindings with careful hands. She couldn't let him leave. There were too many questions still hanging in the air. Still, perhaps some time apart would do them both good. Questions flickered through her thoughts, only half formed. Why that tingling when one walked through the door? Then there was that sudden sensation of being watched, observed. Chrysantha had felt that before, in the most dangerous of situations.
Her belief that Virsat couldn't be responsible for it only drove home how clouded her judgement had become. People couldn't be trusted. Appearances lied more often then not. The truth lay hidden swathed beneath layers of cobwebs and fog. "Virsat. I would like to have breakfast with you tomorrow. There are some questions I'd like to ask. Would that be alright?" For the most part, vampires slept during the day. She supposed she wanted to test him still, to see if he really could be one of them. It was imperative that she find out.
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