Evangeline sat on the bench in complete silence, her hands as fists on her knees. There was a lot of information for her to remember for a later time. She had a lot of questions to ask Azrael, but she understood that now probably wasn't the time. She'd said enough, and now she just felt like she was being annoying. She was honestly surprised that he had told her this much, she thought it was very kind of him to let her in on what vampires did and what they were about._"I promise not to ask you any more questions for the moment...I don't think I can take in anything more, you've told me so much..."_the princess trailed off and got to her feet and smoothed any creases from her crisp white garment. _"I don't want to go back there...having an old man's eyes on you isn't the most comforting thing in the world, you know. A-anyway, are you going to come back tonight like you said? I'm sure I'll have some stories to tell you after the day has passed."_ after Evangeline had received confirmation from the vampire, she nodded, thanked him for coming and left, hesitantly turning away before hurrying back to the party that she belonged to. Even when she was among her suitors, she kept glancing over at Azrael, looking as if she was terribly bored with the conversation at hand. She was, but she didn't want everyone else to see that.

Elizabeth, a dear old 'friend' of sorts, was lazing about in the pub of the vampire safe haven. It was an inn specially designed for vampires by vampires. Somewhere they could temporarily call home while they wandered around the world on their little adventures. The woman tapped the rim of a wine glass against her lips as she thought about someone in particular. He used to be very precious to her, and although she hated to admit it, he still was. He had been plaguing her thoughts for weeks now, she was unable to get him out of her head, and that was frustrating. Elizabeth flicked some of her bright orange hair from her eyes, as it always got in the way. Sometimes she considered cutting it all off and letting that be that, but she felt like her hair was somewhat elegant; the best part of her. Her key feature.
With a heavy sigh, she shook her head and downed the contents of her glass. It was a sweet and fruity red wine, her favourite. _"Another, if you wouldn't mind."_ she motioned to the barkeep, hand tilting the glass in his direction as she waited. Her voice was smooth like silk, hard to ignore, even harder to defy. Elizabeth nodded thanks to the young man after she received her drink and she glanced about, relaxing her posture a little. Elizabeth was quite fond of this calm and warm atmosphere. Vampires were conversing and having a good time, there was no arguing, no bickering. Some vampires had short fuses, but it was good to see everyone getting along for the moment. She'd never been one for conflict, and would rather talk things out, or at least seducing her way out of a tight situation. 

Suddenly, she picked up the familiar scent of Azrael. She had heard that he had been staying at this inn sometimes, but she didn't think he would come along so soon. Excited, she downed her second glass of red wine and placed it down silently on the wooden counter, biting her lip a little. What was she supposed to say? It had been such a long time since they had seen each other. Just how many years it had been, she wasn't entirely sure. Time was nothing but a number to her. When you lived as long as a vampire, time slipped away from you so quickly.
When she heard Azrael open the front door of the inn, she turned around in her chair and faced it. She wanted to be the first thing that he laid eyes on. She wanted to be the _only_ thing he laid eyes on. A thousand thoughts raced through her head. If she had still been human, her heart would have definitely skipped a beat. With a little courage, she rose from her spot at the bar and she stared at him intently. Elizabeth had never really been too good at talking. She was more interested in physical interaction. As he drew closer, she decided to speak up. _"It's been a long time, Azrael...do you remember me?"_ she asked softly, looking up at him hopefully.