Arh....You are here.

In the darkness of the cellar, the only source of the light were the one from the chiller and the small flicker on the tip of the cigarette between her fingers. The arachnid had left for hunting some hours ago. She had no idea what time it was but she could guess the sun must had been up for some time. She counted the empty glass bottles on the small wooden table in front of her. Humph, roughly about ten. Some of them were alcohol. Some of them were blood.

But none of them could take the hallow pain in her heart away.

She snuggled further into the large moss green leather armchair, placed there for the purpose of drinking seclusive in the cellar. Home. She had returned to the place she had called home for the last century. She needed it. She really did. She simply could not stay in Paris and watched her best friend and her lover playing happy married couple for five days. It was too much. Simply too much.

“At the end of the day, I am alone.” She hiccuped and suddenly burst into sarcastic laughter: “As always. Tsk. And here I thought all will be different….such a foolish dream…”

She laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Until her voice hoarse and the blood tears trickled down her cheek, soaking the grey woolen boat neck top she was wearing.

And then she wept.

[[It’s getting quiet here so I suppose I will log off early.]]

[[Not exactly the happiest day for both Nijah and I. For Nijah….if you had followed her throughout the day and you will know. For me, one of my most admired writers had decided to deactivated Marius. She’s among the first who’s being friendly to me when I join this great wagon of fun. Yes, she has other accounts and there are other fantastic Marius out there. But it’s just not the same, is it?

Oh, and my deepest condolences for Ina. You know what I mean, lovey. Drop me a fanmail if it’s too much for ye.

Night all.]]