There was little time to ask the question why, yet she asked herself anyways. Why had Vara come out here, really? Was it pure curiosity? A matter of Elizabeth's safety? Or did she want to simply converse with someone of the same species?

For sanity's sake she did not answer any of those questions.

The weather wasn't too terrible today, a little overcast. The sun only peeked through occasionally and there was a light breeze. Strangely enough Vara loved the wind. Although it forced her hair to twist and turn in ways that translated into knots and tangles for her to work out later, she enjoyed it immensely. There was just something about walking against a force greater than yourself and feeling it's unbridled power flow smoothly across cold skin that attracted her. Most humans she knew disliked the wind. It was a nuisance to them, she couldn't understand that. At times Vara feared that she had fallen so deep into vampirism that she lost all touch with anything that still connected her to man. Through the years she had begun to hate herself a little less and appreciate the differentiation between her and the world. That made her question her own motives quite often.

Drake was lying silently in the grass looking as graceful and as beautiful as when she had met him. No surprise there. Such a peaceful aurora sifted through the air around him that seemed a bit misplaced.
She envied him immediately. In a town like this there was no room for her to be at peace with anything. Tranquility had been long forgotten.

Vara could only guess that he already sensed her presence. Her entrance into the park was muted and swift but that meant little to a vampire. She took it upon herself to take a seat to the left of Drake on a lush patch of grass nearly inches away from him.

"Come here often?"

A swift movement placed Vara on her side, her left hand used as a cradle for her head. Her nose crinckled slightly at his first comment. How he so easily empathized with her. Vara's eyes rolled.

"I'm so glad that you understand." Sarcasm. " I don't see many vampires that poses the power of self control is all." Her right hand gliding through the air in mock disreguard waved away the last half of the conversation. A new question sprouted in her mind. Maybe an offensive one. She knew that if a vampire inquired of her feeding habits things would get a bit touchy. But she was too curious for courtesy.

"What is your dietary preference?" Slyly worded.
She praised herself.