salome de la rosa

he wedding was almost bittersweet to Salome de la Rosa. If she had been upfront, honest... she would have had more time together with Gareth. They could have even been wed by now. Of course, no relationship was without trials and perhaps if they did have more time... well, things could have been different. They could not have wed, even. They could have remained friends, or even bitter enemies after rejections exchanged.

The point was, the strings of fate twisted in various ways. Salome roamed the Library with a brief sigh, hooded eyes glancing this way and that. She sought... nothing in particular. She told Gareth to not cure her, and she was not looking for one herself. To have someone accept her for who she was, who said she was great even as a monster... it woke feelings she thought she buried. Having entered the location well before dawn, the woman felt she had many hours before night fell.

It was time to escape into the vast world of books. Yet when she settled down with a random one, a shadow fell upon her. The vampire did not look up but was self-conscious so she hid her fangs already. "Well met" she says quietly.