Forsaken

Chapter 2: Serendipitous Encounters

Aurora wakes up rejoice in the pleasant meal from the night before, she clean herself up and changed her garments into something more of this time period. Taking clothes from her victim of the night prior she put on a pair of shoes, black cargo pants although they were loose fitting on the body you see use a belt that she found in his closet and also putting on one of his jackets. His clothes didn't fit her properly but she felt as though this was better than sticking out.
She wonder the street for a while eventually finding her way to the local library .

The library hummed with the quiet intensity of scholarly pursuits, a haven for seekers of knowledge and guardians of forgotten tales. Dusty tomes lined the shelves, their ancient pages brimming with stories that whispered through the ages. Aurora, her presence a juxtaposition of timeless elegance and modern curiosity, stood immersed in the world of words and lore.

A figure of quiet contemplation, shared the same space. His demeanor exuded a sense of quiet intelligence, a young man who sought solace and understanding among the ink-stained pages. His eyes traced the lines of history, seeking threads of truth that spanned centuries.

As fate wove its invisible threads, their paths converged in this haven of knowledge. Aurora's fingers trailed along the spines of ancient volumes, her eyes alighting on words that hinted at the immortal secrets she sought to uncover. She was a specter of enigma, a being whose very existence defied the confines of time.

Not far from her, his gaze lifted from his research, drawn by an inexplicable pull. His eyes met Aurora's, and in that fleeting moment, worlds collided. The air seemed charged with a quiet recognition, an unspoken understanding that they were bound by a shared purpose.

Aurora's lips curved into a faint smile, a subtle acknowledgment of the connection that had formed. She moved closer to the table where Claude sat, his notes and texts spread before him.

"Vampire lore, is it?" Aurora's voice, like a gentle breeze, broke the silence between them.

The man looked up, his gaze meeting hers with a mix of surprise and intrigue. "Yes, it's a fascination of mine. The stories, the legends-they hold fragments of truth, hidden amidst layers of myth."

He possesses a striking and captivating presence, with features that are both charismatic and enigmatic. He stands at an impressive height, exuding an air of confidence and elegance. His raven-black hair falls in tousled waves, framing his face in a way that hints at a rebellious spirit. Claude's deep, piercing blue eyes hold a multitude of emotions, from warmth and kindness to the weight of a world he's seen over the years.

His physique is lean yet strong . His attire seems blends classic and modern elements, reflecting his timeless existence. He has a penchant for dark, tailored clothing that complements his mysterious aura, often accessorizing with subtle pieces

"Indeed, the truth often hides beneath layers of perception," Aurora replied, her words laden with a wisdom born of centuries. "Do you seek answers or merely wish to uncover the tales?"

He's gaze held a hint of introspection, his thoughts drifting through the labyrinthine corridors of history. "Answers, I suppose. There's a story in my family-a tale passed down through generations. It speaks of our connection to the shadows of the past."

Aurora's curiosity piqued, her eyes locked onto Claude's. "And what is this tale that tugs at your soul?"

Claude hesitated, as if weighing the gravity of his words. "They say we are descendants of those who walked between worlds, who held the secrets of night in their veins."

Aurora's gaze held a spark of recognition, a kinship that transcended the boundaries of time. "A tale of vampires, it seems."

He nodded, a mixture of uncertainty and fascination in his expression. "Perhaps, though the truth remains shrouded. I search for the strands of reality that lie within."