pale feet padded along empty stone hallways , nothing could be heard except for the sound of her cream colored robe flowing flawlessly behind her. the wind sweeping through the almost feather like material , cold and undead skin no longer effected by the earth's climate as she carried on through the halls like a bloviant ghost. only the red head was much more , than the ghostly figure she appeared to the eye to be.. to most she was a demon; the spawn of satan himself. tirelessly unentertained the draculina searched and roamed the abandoned halls as she normally would each night , after her body was well rested and well sated by that of human blood. hunting and reeking havoc on the villager's had become a bore some thousand year's ago , it grew tiring and the vixen yearned for something more or was it someone. stopping in her rush of running through the halls , a full moon that lit up the entire courtyard below . aleera never missed the sun , never missed mortality nothing human like she missed.. in fact she despised them so for what they had done , how could she ever forget? swiftly her head turned red ringlets coming over her shoulder , as some fell down her back in waves . aleera felt his presents she knew that he was indeed close , as his blood coursed through her own undead veins as it had been the substance to re-animate her body back to life as the undead vampiress she was currently . ' @nosferot ? Milord.. ' softly spoken as if she were surprised to see him , in which was true he had been keeping to himself as of late and she was worried about him .
