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[Ciannait]

Ciannait had her back to Adrian as he came out of the bathroom, so she was not sure if he saw her back straighten and body stiffen at his question. There was no male presence in her apartment because she had never let a male stay with her. Amyntas was the only male she had ever lived with outside her papa and brothers. No, he would not sence a male presence in this apartment, but if she let him get close to her for long enough he may sence Amyntas on her, thought his presence that surounded her dwindled when he was murdered. Slowly she turned to face him but seeing the sadness on his face kept her from speeking right away. His eyes looked pained and reddened as if he had been crying. Ciannait opened her mouth as if to say something, but closed it again thinking better of confronting him about his emotions.

She turned back around to check on the blood and collect her thoughts. “There is no boyfriend. I am married… was married.” Taking a deep breath she decided just to rip the band aid right off. “You do not feel sence his presence because he was murdered a long time ago.” There that was it, fast and over with. No such luck, it still hurt. Closing her eyes to hold in the desire to scream, Ciannait turned back around to face Adrian. “Earlier… you spoke of a vampire you assume is twice my age. Do you happen to know who the vampire or at the very least his name?” Crossing her fingers she hoped it was not Erikur. "Oh and if you do not mind my questioning, why is it you are willing to risk life and limb to take on such a foolish task alone?"

[adrian]

He saw her body stiffen and figured that it was a touchy subject, maybe she was obsessed and couldn't get over him... or he was dead, a mortal maybe?. Bingo, he thought sadly as she told him. He walked over to her to place a comforting hand on her arm, "I don't know quite what you feel, I didn't get to the point where I was in love before I lost her but she was important to me." he said and backed away with a smile, "But being so long ago and you still loving him he must have been some guy. Lucky as hell to."

"I know him. Very well, he is my father, Mathias Cronqvist. He sought out vampirism near the end of the eleventh century after his first wife dies while he was fighting in the crusades. He was one of the best strategists of his time." he told her with a straight face and no emotion. "As for why..." he whispered and sighed, "I have to free him, from the madness, from the hate and anger and grief. He changed when my mother was killed, he became evil, did so many terrible things." he seemed to be staring into another place or time while he said this. "I did so many terrible things." he said with his voice cracking and more tears flowing.

"And I enjoyed them, I hate humans, I hate them for taking my mother from me. Just because they were afraid even when my father alway helped them, protected them! Fed them! And not once did he or his greatly reduced clan ever feed from a human! NOT ONCE!" he was shouting by the end and the tears were flowing freely and his hands were clenched so hard his nails were drawing a fair amount of blood . "Eighteen years today I left for atonement. Twenty eight years today from when I watched my mother burn, smelled her flesh burn... and not once did she scream. She told them she forgave them."

[Ciannait]

Ciannait looked down at his hand on her arm as to avoid meeting her eyes. As tears threatened to spill down her cheeks. Taking a deep breath she nodded in thanks as he told her Amyntas had been lucky to have her. Snapping back into her tough girl exterior she glanced back at the male as he mentioned his fathers name. Her momentary relief that it was not Erikur he was after was exchanged for the surprise she felt when she realized he felt he had to kill his own father. She recognized the name he gave, not as someone she would have know but someone she would have heard spoken of before. For whatever reason she recognized the name, she ignored the picular feeling it gave her and tried to focus on rambling story he told as his eyes glazed over in a way that let her know he was sinking into the past and losing his touch with reality.

When he began to cry, Cian fought not to step away from him. Around women crying she was uncomfortable. Around males crying, she was down right diturbed. Tenatively she listened as his voice raised, filling the room with a tention. The pain, raw in his voice as he shouted and the agony that poured from his eyes, both clearly visable to her her. Both making her anxious and willing her to run. It was obivous he had a great and genuine love for his mother. Something she could not relate to since she had lost hers at such a young age. Smelling his blood now forced her to take a step back. Although she is able to control her blood lust, the craving added to the increasing discomfort she felt in the room. Not knowing what to do she just stood in silence watching him and letting him release whatever was pent up inside of him.

[adrian]

Adrian felt her step back and figured she was unused to seeing someone cry but that is what he was doing, whether he wanted to or not. He cried and bled until he couldn't cry anymore. When he was finished he took his tunic and ripped it into strips and tied up his hands, "Sorry... I didn't mean for this to happen. I just get emotional on this date." he said with a really embarrassed smile and a shrug before he chuckled and winked at her, "It seems the fates like this date for me huh?"

The half breed fell silent and looked at the floor, he seems to be the young guy just out of his teenage years that he looks rather than the thirty six year old he is. But he has always thought that since he ages slowly, or is immortal like vampire whatever it is, he shouldn't have to grow up quite so quickly.

He licked the blood off his fingers and wiped his saliva damp hands on his trousers, "So how about that dinner for two?" he joked and smiled at her before yawning.