Chapter 2

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Alexandria looked at the town stuck in the 18 hundreds in amazement. The old flower shop was still next to the park toward the end of tower that still had the beautiful aroma as always. The old pub a couple blocks down still there. The old fashion lamp post and the same old water fountain in the middle of the town. 

So many fond memories, Alexandria thought. But the thing that disrupted her thought was the car horn and the humans screaming at each other.

Stupid humans, she thought, they ruin everything and are so loud! She sighed and opened the white parasol and laid it on her shoulder. She was wearing her white sun dress that came down to her ankles with her off white flats and gloves that are the same color as her flats. Something she doesn't wear a lot but she wanted to do something different.

Alexandria stopped at a small out door cafe on the other side of the park. A lady showed her to a table at the far back that sits two. And when she sat down the wateriest said, "You friend called and said he will be a little late and is very sorry,"

Alexandria nodded her head a little and the wateriest walked away.

Alexandria looked at her off cream color white gloves, she looked at them like she was examining something new. She is always so bored with life, who wouldn't be after living so long? She has see and done it all lots of times and its kinda hard to entertain herself. The only time Alexandria can is when she has a good fight but thats rare now, the Karthains seem to be getting weaker to her. But its still something to do, Alexandria always thought, better then nothing at all.

A shadow case over Alexandria. The man gazed into Alexandria's scarlet eyes keeping her hand to his lips. Yet Alexandria didn't return the look, just a slight glare.

The man in front of her is very old school, and classy in a way, in his black tuxedo and his white button up under shirt and his tie neatly done and tucked in under the coat. His thin golden hair slicked back. The devilish look in his purple eyes with a bit of red in them, and the killer smile when he's pleased or looking for prey.

Alexandria knew this man for decades, back in england people called his Jack the Ripper, its hat he does when he feeds from his prey and he did kill prostitutes, he believes that if your going to throw your life away like that then you should die. But the people that work for him either call him master or Adam Valitory Lord of the Vampires.

The same grin on his face he always gives Alexandria appeared on his blood red lips. With a clearing of his throat and adjusting his tie he says, "A lady made for scarlet like her hair and eyes and what she lust for dress in white. How odd, if I do say so myself." gently he took her hand and place a gentle peck on it." 

Alexandria pulled her hand away, "Say as you please Adam but flirting doesn't help," she said coldly. 

Still smiling he took a chair and pulled it next to her and sat down. "But your beauty is so hard to ignore, Alexandria." he started stroking her hand gently like he was going to break he hand with one hash stroke. 

"Don't flatter yourself Adam," Alexandria mumbled and looked at the fountain.

Adam softened his look and took off the glove on Alexandria somewhat pale skin. But no wheres near as pale as Adam, he was deathly pale. "Same old Alexandria, always giving people the cold shoulder. But you are still the girl I fell in love with a couple decades ago." he paused and chuckled. "And you cant deny that you felt the same for me,"

"Yes, very true, bu-"

"And you where" Adam interrupted "all sad when you left and almost cried in my chest. I-"

"And if I didn't leave they would have hurt you," Alexandria frowned a little, "And at the time I couldn't have that happen Adam,"

A huge smile came on his face, "So you still care about me? That is really pleasing," and again he kissed her hand gently.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 25, 2012 ⏰

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