| Subject: *The Memories Wash Over Me* |
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Ashena
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Date Posted: 18:29:13 10/27/09 Tue
The soft click of black heels was heard upon the dark grey concrete that snaked its way through Cascade City taking people to places they did and didn't want to go. Soft green eyes were turned down towards the dark grey concrete as the sun was slowly beginning to set down over the mountain tops that laid to the west of Cascade City. The feminine figure had just been walking, walking for a long while. She needed to get out of Rues' house, away from everything for the moment. It was cold outside, but she hadn't cared as she had made her way quickly out of the apartment. She was dressed in a tight, black a line skirt that hung to her mid thigh, hugging her form smoothly. It was a new designer that had created it, just shipped to her from Paris yesterday. It was quite lovely, but not warm at all. And the deep purple silk shirt with its deep plunging neckline didn't help much either. A soft wind blew rustling her clothing before allowing it to settle again. She shivered slightly, before turning her eyes up to see where her walk had taken her. Where destiny and fate had led her. Eyes looked up to find that she was at the....warehouse. She looked down quickly as she took a deep breath before lifting her eyes back up to look at the old building that stood before her. This place brought back many memories but there was one that would always stick out to her. It had been an extremely cold night, colder than any she had ever felt. Although partly due to the vampire who had chosen to bit her and drain her of her blood. But at the last second, she had been saved, saved from death.
And then, after many apologies and sincere "I'm sorries" were given, they had become friends and he had become her new modeling agent. Odd how some things worked out. But she hadn't seen him in a while. Not since she had teamed up with his wife to go find him after he had been kidnapped by his son. But he had managed to free himself before they could. Alicia had taken him home to take care of him. She had to hand it to his wife, she was a great girl. Ashena ran a hand through her black and silver locks as her green eyes scanned the area. It looked like she was alone. Her hand reached up to softly stroke the diamond studded heart pendant that she wore around her neck. The one that she never took off, it meant to much to her to take off. |
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