Bleed For Me

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Karise let his eyes roam over the modern structure of what the Spectral Bloodline now used for their home. He stood in awe at the lavishness of it. This was something her certainly could get used to.

"Mon Dieu." He claimed, his French accent rather audible when he spoke his native language. Dark fathomless eyes shifted, when he sensed movement nearby. There she stood, framed by the night through a large nearly floor to ceiling window. Karise, thought for a moment that his heart had stopped...again. Darkasha was the only woman to ever effect him like this. At first, centuries ago, it had frightened him, but being dead will make you realize just how important things like this were. He had considering little things trivial, but in reality, nothing was trivial.

Karise had taken his shower in modern times and had fallen in love all over again. It amazed him the things Humanity could create given a little time. Currently he was trying to get used to wearing modern jeans. At least the black sweater was comftorable enough and didn't itch.