It was time to go to his house.

It didn't seem that urgent, but it was important as he looked at her.

Which he understood completely as she stood beside him. Unwanted and unwavering, like a beautiful piece of flower as he watched her, and that she is.

A Half-vampire.

Maybe. Which irked him, since he felt it to be weird. She was human, he was sure of. He had sensed no vampire blood and she was human through and through. And it had irked him that he wasn't able to figure it out. And all that he could do, or even explain was that she was a half. Weirdly to put it so. He had no way to say it, but he had become really good at his own job to notice it, or put a finger down on it. And to which it seemed that she was not, at a first glance, but then the way that she moved pestered him to be that she was.

And it made him deeply glad; grateful, and honored to be able to meet such a woman such as her, as he stared at her both frozen cheeks -- or flushed with veins as he saw, who was now close as ever next to him. More than he could ever think of, and it also would cause a deep regret, if anything would happen to her. Or to them

As he looked over to her, and she didn't quite as so give a slight respond to him that he spoke, "Averithe, I'm going to the other side of town-- a scarf. I want to buy you one, so would you please wait for me..?" He asked.

And Averithe nodded in return, as if the spells of the chills got to her, and she almost had her teeth chattered in the current weather.

She wouldn't freeze to death, he noticed.

And it had been after a momentary, that he told her that they were going to call a cab afterwards. And she would have to wait for a passing cab. The place, his house was far away from there and it would take them hours to arrive, so he told her to just wait, stand there until a lucky cab came along, as he went to buy her a warming silk scarf.

If she had to see a taxi by chance, he had already gave her a slip of his address. In Russian as she was bewildered as she stared down with a notice of her eyes, and she understood as she nodded.

And which he walked away with so much as a smiling face, and a nod to her before he turned and walked away, deeply smiling inside at how he made the right decision -- to just come down and take her to Russia itself, his birth town.
If not for the man at the cafe earlier, it would have been a blasting day for him.

Averithe was now, as of the moment, left alone at the side of the streets. As the falling snow filled her vision, she could only think of what a strange country it is, and her home.

She had thought, of what purpose she had to be here. Or what she was doing. And what the hell he wanted that he had to take her here. She didn't know what she was doing in Russia, and it also made no sense that she would go to travel with a man she didn't know of, whom she'd only known for 3-4 months. If estimated, it could only be half a year.

And she hadn't counted. She didn't need to. She hated it. And she hated school. But the snow seemed to calm her as she stood, the pole the only thing that kept her company. Besides the tall buildings and a fact that she was alone.

Or a thought, that she did, he might be hiding secrets, and one of which she wouldn't know a thing of. She was now left standing alone at the sidewalk where it piled up the most snow. It seemed to miraculously pile up into a gigantic pancake and a layering of burgers she couldn't quite describe. And the snow all at once seemed to bulge anonymously under her feet. Which was squashed and sunken after a period amount of time.

Which she paid no mind to. As she could only feel the cushiony feeling beneath her feet, and of when it came again. The annoying feeling, the red crimson of her veins on her cheeks as the burst of a flower of when she remembered it happening moments ago. When she fell in love.

Curse the clock for making her arrive at morning time in Russia, the airport for making her feel welcomed and cool, of the cold all of a sudden. As she heaved a breath as it puffed up into a cloud
and it flew up into the air.

And she had not expected that to happen, nor feel the state of being left alone at the side walk.

She blamed the pendant that was stuck in the middle of her collar bone, it dangled and stayed there as if it was its second home. It was so aggravating how she could feel so safe. And stressful of it would disappear off her neck. The color and the shape that it had given her was a bingo to her, and she couldn't resist. What he had given her, pairing match to her own being. Also a sense of style she couldn't quite deny and how she would gladly take it to her grave. At least, she still had her own sane; the lingering sane of her emotions, and a thought about her own self-being. How to take care of herself.

Which would one day come if she ever was to live alone. Or travel the grounds on solitary, and by herself. She, at the moment, just wished that the day would just be over. Just like that, and she would go, leave and sleep on a bed, and sleep in it for the sake of comfort. That is if the man ever gets back. Which he seemed to be pretty relaxed and nonchalant about -- the one who brought her into this.

And all of a sudden that she heard a panick heave of breaths. Puffs, and urgent that she heard, the quick padding of foots along the snow, and it sounded as if the person was running towards her.

She turned.

And she saw the man she saw at the cashier, back at the cafe to be rushing towards her; with the cutest smile she had ever seen on his face. No offense to Cain.

He rushed outside the door, of the slight close distance that it was, and huffed a heavy, snowy breath at her as he stopped.

Slightly abruptly and seemed to be embarrassed at himself for stopping and looking at her. He then composured and smiled brightly as it seemed, and gave her so much as a glance as he looked at her. He seemed to be the kind who would hang with her a lot like a friend, and someone she would like to talk to, and surprisingly, seemed to be like a lot around her age. Which he looked to be searching around her eyes. Until he broke it off. "Hi." He greeted.

That she saw him standing, in front of him as he breathed hardly, that she almost dreamt that he was about to be out of breath and choke on his own lungs; or noticed that he was about to go into an asthmatic mode and get wheezy on his own un-oxygenated lungs.

And she saw how the snow was falling upon his figure, which of when he composured and smiled brightly. That the falling snow seemed to be rested upon his hair, and his face. And she saw it to be melting a little on his nose. Particles on his hair. And sshe couldn't help but smile in return. Another tiny, but rather large one that he seemed to smile in return, and grinned.

"Yes?" She questioned.

The man breathed out and asked, "I just wanted to ask.. could I have your number." He let out his puff of snow. He seemed to not stutter in his words as his eyes seemed to be proud of himself, and quite a serious tone that she heard.

She smiled in return. At his request, she could not have another man on her back. Cain would kill her, she would not have a home, and the man could be beaten into smithereens if she would live to see, and besides, she was not available as of the moment. And she didn't have any much of a time to date. Considering how clingy Cain was and how he would always ask her about her day.

Having another man's number on her cell phone would mean she could have just thrown herself off a bridge, and endangering another man who seemed so sweet, and could have a so much better life, having a girlfriend who's so much interested and having an invested time in him, who'd have the lavish to spend time and have a normal, ordinary life of dating, and maybe in high school which interpretated, mirrored how young he looked.

Rather than her.

Who's so caught up in a man she had wondered what the hell he was doing, or what was taking him so goddamn long to disappear. To come back. Her mind corrected.

And he seemed to be a rather diligent, and a hard-working young man who'd know how to take care of himself -- more of his girlfriend. She'd thought.

And so she replied, "I'm sorry but I'm not giving my number and I do not date as of the moment." She said rather quite animated to her eardrums that she just wanted to bile at the other side of the road - which she had nothing to since she hadn't eaten since breakfast.

"A-Are you sure? Do you want something to eat? You seem hungry." He asked.

She smiled innocently. "I'm fine. Thanks for asking." She replied.

To a moment that they were met with a moment of silence before he said,
"It's okay, we'll just be friends. I just wanted to hang out." Trying again, he shrugged his shoulders innocently and flashed her a boyish smile.

And it made her a lot more guilty on her small stature of her black cardigan and her slight thin tank top, in skinny jeans and facing a charming, young man who seemed to be wanting to date her a whole lot. And she had no other words to reject him.

"Maybe next time."

She had no idea what the hell she had just said.

Which confused him, and it made him stare down at his shoes. "Okay. But if you ever wanted to visit, you can come by my shop and have a drink, okay?" He offered.

To which she offered a small nod, and he turned, before he made a tiny look back at her and walked back in. Her feeling guilty and relaxed all at once. And for once, she didn't cheat. Not like she ever did, ever.

And when she turned back around, all she was was left alone. And she breathed out, not quite relieved that he came inside with that look on his face, but she didn't have much of a choice or she would be bringing him into an empty hole full of heartbreaks and empty promises. She had thought.

For a short while, and after a while that she stood; that she saw that another person came. A human. Or what seemingly obviously looked to be a vampire. As she walked with an entrance, elegant as her posture was, that she watched, and that she seemed oblivious to her surroundings of thick snow and freezing winds as she walked.

And she hoped that she didn't notice her. Maybe she would have to hide herself behind a pole, which would be too small and slim for her to hide in. Curse it.

She felt quite excited. That she saw this certain vampire. Quite scared, but another person coming along doesn't seem quite all that bad.

And the woman coming by, or what seemingly to be two people; a couple, walking with their capes on as they walked, and the usual large and concaved collars around their necks, large and wide per costumes as they walked. Their capes dragged along as they treaded the thick snow. And it seemed to be very long and quite of an expensive material that she thought, and she wondered what would cost it if she ever were ever to buy such a clothing. Or to have an item in a comparison to those things. Or how many books, and relaxing wonderlands she could, and would have delved into for the exchange of the price.

She seemed refined, lady-like as young as she looked, and elegant as she had her posture in a match to her face and features.

As she stared at it in awe and wondered which family she came from; She must be rich. Her facial features were also beautiful, and young. But nonetheless a vampire, as it made their way into her eyes, but that was of no importance; because beauty is just as one and the same with being beautiful.

There was an odd feeling that she had maybe met her from somewhere. And as the vampire looked away; to her way, she looked away. Maybe shy, as a way to describe, but she had nothing to say and she would damn know that it might be rude to stare at people, or come up to a vampire and say something.

Especially if they were one of the royals. She may have peeked a tiny glance. She definitely looked like them. As she looked to be: Maybe a princess. Or a member of the royal family, or the household or somewhat related to them by a title or somewhat acquaintanced.

Her mind may have rambled. And she kept a mental note to herself to quiet her thoughts down or her thought would have echoed into each and every one of the countries existed. And in the heads of strangers. As she carefully shaked her head and her thoughts off her head.

The vampire looked at her. Odd, as her blonde hair shined under the sun and as she saw Averithe standing alone at the sidewalk, that she stood, alone and strangely beside a pole and looking at her way. Maybe: the young vampire curious and she almost stopped in her tracks as she looked at her.

And the other vampire who she brought with her. A friend, whom Averithe might be late to take of a notice; a companion for a walk that the young vampire was having in the midst of the snow.

She looked away.

After a curious, long moment of a crushing silence that Averithe had, which awfully was 2 seconds, she looked her way again and they met eyes.

And it was the most beautiful thing that she saw with her eyes, as her bright colors seem to be a glazened, glintest of red that she saw, and she seemed too pretty to be real. Like a princess or a consort from the movies, but without a tinge of makeup and seemed awfully young for her own being. And she almost looked away, shyly, before the blonde smiled at her.

And she was definitely; pretty much shocked at the vampire who smiled at her; and it made her bewildered, but not so much that she wanted to look away. And so she held her gaze to the woman a little bit longer. A little bit mysterious and an an invitation to her own self-being. An allure. And she had thought that maybe she would have tried to try and meet her before she's gone.

She had felt that maybe that they were at the same age, despite the fact that she chose to forget that she was a vampire. Along with her grey-blue eyes that seemed to be shining under the sunlight that the vampire saw.

Averithe wanted to hug her. She was interested. As much as the other neighbour wanted heels or pumps for a date, or an outing with their circle of friends, or a want to go out on a date. She had felt, an urgency to clearly talk to her in person. A weird sense of familiarity.

And as she saw the longer that she did, the vampire's eyes seemed to be a honey-red under the sunlight from afar. And maybe it was just her eyesight playing games with her, but it seemed to be an amber of honey. And she had no way to describe it or explain. Which it made her smile even wider against her. She did, have a cross of a thought to get to know her, and maybe say a few greets here and there.

Maybe even become friends.

She seemed maybe to be no more than an adult. Maybe she was, but she had definitely existed as a vampire and was frozen in time which she was counted as an immortal. Which was not a bad word to say to her. And she really looked to be her age. Her style, her blonde updo that went maybe just above the back of her head, and her face so young it reminded her of her friends she used to go to school to, which were mostly assholes.
She hadn't spoken to anyone besides the maids in the castle- or any other girls and women she could speak. And she could really use a friend. Right at this moment. Her.

And she smiled at her. The woman - smiled.

And she felt that little connection with her - even if it was just a little spark. Maybe it was a little too precarious or a little too overboard, but it felt like the most suitable thing to say at the moment and she had no shuns against it. And, as if she imagined it, she saw the girl curtsy a bit. As she still had a smile on her face as she walked in a poise and a lady-like manner, tall and lean, like she was trained for it. Practiced to.

It had been quite a while since, until she noticed again, the man coming into view walking a few steps behind her. Maybe not too far, and not too close either. As she saw him to be buff and taller than the woman, and a bit too big for her liking, and she had never seen anyone looking like that before. Not since she had arrived at Russia.

She sighed silently. Almost inaudible.

She was somehow fascinated by the way that she stood, the way that she walked with so much poise she almost looked like royalty and almost trained to be an elegant, and a refined, walking living being.

She with her bright blonde hair, had her boots high up to almost her knees. And her collar was no larger than the man wearing the caped collar. The vest. Red and black as it was also bright. That it seemed to be covered up by the snow and the weather, frost flakes and it seemed that people didn't seem to care much, or in a saying, grabbed anyone's attention.

And so she felt relaxed, as she started at the person. After an exchange of a few quick glances. The one who had
alongside; a man. He seemed to be trained and do a lot of exercises, and he seemed buffer than the people she'd met before. He seemed weird. But they would seemed to be a perfect couple. That Averithe thought of, and he caught her staring at her, and she looked away. Again.

For the last time.

She swore to hersf she wouldn't look away again. Not like that. Maybe they would be embarrassed of her if they knew her. Or even friends with her in another life of a time.

She would know the first thing about manners, that is to know that staring at people is rude. But she did it anyway, and she would be the first to admit that she was embarrassed. And she was careful to think what they'd thought of her. That was a first. As she looked away and stared at the snowy piles of snow on the sidewalk. The annoying edge of the pole coming into her view.

She couldn't think of anything else.

And that that she felt someone coming. Approaching close to her with its big, and large padfoot sounds that it made. She didn't dare look up.

As she felt the accompaniment of a slight warmth creeping up her cheeks. And she'd dare not to say that she was blushing. Which would clearly make it evident in the whitest of snow.

She snapped up, to make an idea of how courtesious the man is. Not in a negative way. It was just that the vibe he gave off was so strong that she had no choice but look up. And she was glad she did, because the man looked friendly as he smiled at her. Maybe swatted the idea of sucking into her neck, but that didn't happen nor scare her at all, or intimidated her bones to the point that she wanted to kick him in the shin. Or the knees.

And she returned the favor of a smile.

And so, she asked, "Yes, may I help you?"

"You seem to be too pretty to be alone. Standing on the sidewalk; What brings you here?" He greeted, asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just waiting for a friend to come back. He's been searching for a cab, and I think it's going to take a while." She spoke.

And to think that he's awfully young when she saw him from up-close.

Don't they all? Her mind added.

Which she ordered her mind to shut down and stay quiet for a little while.

"Oh. Well. You seem awfully young. And we just think we would like to invite you into our party." He spoke. Quitely odd to her ears.

"He means he wants to invite you to one of his celebrating parties." She interrupted. The girl who suddenly appeared by his side and added, stunning