Lily wandered around those streets which, in 2004, would be considered the ‘old’ part of town. Tonight, however, they were new. Not just to the town, but to her. She had been in Barcelona for a grand total of five years. She had found a grand hacienda to live in; was quite surprised at how easy it had been to purchase it. A carriage and horse had been bought; a groom to care for them, and a woman to tend to her estate had been easy to find. She had been to the best seamstresses and tailors, procuring a wardrobe as extensive as the one she had left behind in Paris. The colours and textures were not as fine as her old Parisian ones, but she welcomed the change.

Tonight, however, she had left both fine carriage and grand clothing behind to wander alone. She wore a loose, navy tunic over a sleeved, fitted tunic of scarlet. The navy one laced in the back with cord, drawing it tight to her body over her upper torso and leaving both to flare out around her lower torso and legs. Over one arm she carried a basket which held her spoils from her earlier shopping. Before the twilight had faded and the shops had closed, Lily often rose and roamed about; spending money. Tonight she had purchased a sweet smelling liquid, rouge for her lips, a depilatory, and powder for her face. All products for her skin, nothing for her stomach. She had no need to feed that with anything except blood.

Following the timeline of past nights, Lily should have returned home by now; should have added to her cosmetics collection and played with her new dogs, dismissed the maid and spent the rest of the evening with a book in her warm, quite yard. Instead, she was walking.

She was not as intimate with the streets of Barcelona as she had been with Paris, and it worried Lily that she did not fully know her way about. Everything worried her. She had been parted with Boethius for years, but she had not fully learned the knack of the daily mundane. He took care of everything; she never had to bother with financial issues, the running of her home, and her servants. Now she did all that and more, and she was never fully certain she was doing it right.

OOC| Once again, sorry it took so long. I’m just eventually going to stop apologizing for being late with stuff, because it seems like I always am. :) |

Barcelona. The City was one of the largest ports in what was called “La Corona de Aragon,” translated into English it would be something like “The Crown of Aragon” and in his native French it was “La couronne d'Aragon.” He’d learned Spanish, or Castellano(what the people of the Peninsula called they’re language. In truth, Spain, and thus “Spanish”, would exist until the XV century), during his stay in Zaragoza about ten years ago. He’d been in Madrid, Seville, and Cordoba, and had even spent a year in the Muslim kingdom of Granada for a year. Now, he’d come back North, and had entered Barcelona, a City which he’d been in for the past two years. He enjoyed this City. Especially the Docks.

At the Docks you could always find new ships, new peoples. People in this times weren’t important, especially sailors, and some—no, most—of the sailors where known thieves and murders. No one cared about them, except themselves. Many times a ship would return to a port with half of the crew dead from sickness, fights with the African pirates or because they’d killed themselves off. And at time the shipment would be missing a few crates that the crew and captain had hidden away on some Mediterranean Island. These were the people that Lock enjoyed preying on.

He’d found a tall sailor this night, noticeably Austrian by the accent, and if not by his appearance. The man was wearing some tight leather pants that had thousands of little stitches, most uneven and giving away that he had fabricated them himself. He wore no shirt, and his blonde chest hair amounted. As his chest hair, the man was also the owner of a thick crop of blonde hair and a large moustache and beard. His nose was large and his eyes were blue. He was tall and muscular, and wore a pair of leather boots that were as brown as his pants in color. By the man’s side was a short rapier that was tucked into his granite-color belt without a sheath whatsoever. He looked like a rough and eevil enough man. By Lock’s vampire mind-reading thoughts he knew that this man had killed various of his crew members during his last voyage, just over a game of poker. He’d lost and in a fit of anger had slain them. Before that, he had murdered and stolen, one of the reasons he’d left his native city Vienna and had come to Barcelona to become a free man on the Seas.

Lock was dressed as a Nobleman, he rarely parted from fine clothes and was quite proud of his exceptionally welt kept clothing. He had a sword at his side, a saber that had grown to be a custom here, and while he never needed it, he was very adept with it. Lock had other weapons that he could use. His teeth and super-human agility, speed, and strength. Oh, how Lock loved being a Vampire. He’d seduced the man easily enough, the Austrian man proffered to bed a man rather than a woman and Lock had used his attractive figure to his advantage. Within the half hour they were kissing in the alley way behind the docks. Lock was surprised by the large man’s gentleness. Soon enough, he did as he had planned. Lock sunk his teeth into the Austrian’s neck and drank him dry. When the man fell on the floor struggling to live Lock smiled at him before stepping on the sailor’s head. Lock was a firm believer in playing with his victims, especially if they had been evil in life (as this one had been).

Soon enough, Lock left the dead body to be found and dealt with before running off into the dark streets of Barcelona. He was happy! He felt like dancing! Jumping and twirling in the air was how he found the lovely vampires before him. She was younger than him, he felt it immediately, and Lock felt as if her blue eyes, he was enamored for a brief moment of her pink lips and hour glass figure. Lock gave her his best smile as he bowed to her. “Hello, my name is Claude d’Kasson, but I prefer to be called Lock. And, my lovely lady, who may you be? An angel that has come to earth to condemn me? To make my eyes fall upon her and torture me like gold that is out of my reach?”

Lily, focused on her thoughts and plans for the evening, was startled when Lock burst into her presence. She looked up from her reverie and took a step backwards before gathering herself again. She smiled despite herself, amused at his twirling antics. When he bowed to her, she returned it in the form of a curtsey. A perfectly formed, well practiced curtsey executed with the ability of a dancer.

"Hardly an angel.." She replied, her English accent wrapping itself in her words. "But if I were, you would fast be on the road to ruin, for having startled me." It would seem as if she was scolding him, but she spoke with a light attitude which made her sentence playful. "My name is.." She paused here, as if unsure of what name to use. "Lily. Lily Colwyn." She settled on her own, true name. "You must excuse me, there are far too many aliases living in my mind."

Though this creature before her looked younger than she in body, she could tell he was in fact older than her in mind. At least a century, perhaps more, separated them. He was much younger than Boethius; in both respects, and from most of the other vampires she had escaped from.

"Tell me, Lock, do you always spend your evenings dancing through the streets of Barcelona with such mirth? I have never witnessed a more perfect arabesque, unless I happened to glance a mirror in the execution of my own."

Lock smiled at her, “Of course I don’t—I am only in such a pleasant mood because I have had a good day, and the night is young…and quite beautiful. Such as your self, Miss Colwyn.” He offered his arm to her, “Would you like to walk with me? You cannot say no, I would be distraught that such a beautiful woman such as yourself refused my company.”

((OOC: Sorry for being short, but there wasn’t really anything else left to say))

“Well, it is certainly beyond a simple maiden like myself to damage the well-being of a man such as yourself, Lock.” She walked across the little distance separating them and accepted his arm. She entwined her arm in his; allowing the inside of their elbows to touch, but kept her arm raised from his body to a distance ‘proper’ for a lady.

“I will walk with you, but perhaps first you should enlighten me as to our destination.” She shifted her basket to the inside of her free arm, and used that hand to gather the skirts that she had dropped when Lock startled her. She lifted them up off the ground a few centimeters, shook it’s folds to free it of the dust they had collected.

OOC| That’s okay.. my own is mostly filler. Glad to have you back. ^^ |

Lock smiled at Lily. She was an interesting enough person...Vampire. But, of course, Lock was always a sucker for things like this, he had soon discovered that he feel in love with just about everything that walked and was immortal. He had no clue why, but that was just the way it was!

"Our destination?" Lock asked with a merry laughed. "We are immortals, we have no precise Destination which we should worry about. Just the next night." he looked up to the moon-lit sky. "What if you tell me what your think our..:"destination" is?"

Lily followed his gaze up into the stars. The only difference was the view that dazzled her blue eyes also made her body heart-sick. She still wasn’t used to being restricted to the night; even though by now she had looked upon more night skies than she ever did day ones.

She laughed lightly when he did, it was a long time since she had been in the company of an immortal and she was hungry for conversation and mirth.

“Our destination? I do not know.. I know where my feet will take me before the end of the night; home to my hacienda, but not where yours will guide me. Although I could make an educated guess that it will be anywhere besides here.”

OOC: I suppose since I posted over there I might as well post here too....;)



Lock smiled. "And right you are, my seet Lily." pulling her with him he took off at speeds that only a Vampire could possibly do, hopefully pulling her along as well. Well, they had grabbed each other's arm, no real reason which she couldn't be pulled away with him.

The Vampire just ran and ran for a few minutes, soon enough leaving the beautiful City of Barcelona, and before the hours he'd arrived at his destination. The Piranees Mountains on the border between the roman Hispania and Gales. Turning around to face Lily he smiled. "We have arrived. Please, follow me."

Lock had discovered this place when he'd left France and entered the Peninsula from the North, a large Waterfall which he'd named "The Wrath of the Devil." It was pretty isolated from men, nearly invisible to the human eye unless you were right next to it, and when you were right next to it, you were surely to be left gaping. It was a ten foot waterfall that fell right into a whirlpool...or better said, instant death for anyone who was to fall down the Waterfall.

But, this wasn't what interested Lock at all. He'd not stopped to watch the waterfall (even though it captivated him, yes) but instead to take the Vampire Lily Colwen, one of the only Vampires he'd seen in decades, to his called "Cave of the vampires." It was a large cave, hidden away in the Mountains where no human could reach--a safe crossing point for any Vampire who had to pass between the Mountains for whatever reason.

Perhaps it would be safer if everyone know of it...and those that did, knew how to get in.

Lock needed no worries about Lily keeping up. She also had the gift of advanced speed, but she was startled when the man took such a firm grip on her arm and moved her out of the city. She wasn’t sure where they were headed, as she had never gone far from the city’s limits.

When he stopped, she extracted her arm from his hold with a stubborn purpose, taking a step back from him to look around her and try to gain her bearings. Her hair, which had been swept without talent into a braid down her back, was now ruffled from the wind of their speed; several soft tendrils now fell out of their confines to frame her face. She had dropped her basket somewhere a few miles back.

“And where have you moved me to?” She demanded to know, finding neither rock nor water nor grass looked familiar. Above rose the daunting mountains which only served to make her annoyance more justified.

OOC| Sorry it took so long. I didn’t know how to respond. |