[color=004b80][center][h1] Grant Holiday [/h1][/center][/color]
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Grant was perpluxed. He had not meant to be the cause of any rudeness. 

[color=004b80]"I simply spoke the truth. She had coitus with her male associate, and I could smell it. I have an extremely sensitive nose. Well...all my senses are. It is my greatest gift, next only to my writing ability. Miss Nora....is a complicated vampire it seems. Well that and honestly it would not be the first time my words have been the cause of a awkward situation."[/color]

Grant gave a hearty sigh.

[color=004b80]"Alas, my death shall not come as quickly as that. When I die, it will be unlike anything you have ever seen. And as I might not be a powerful warrior, brains always triumphs brawn."[/color]

Grants stomach startled to rumble slightly. He was not hungry as much as he was thirsty. Have an animal only blood diet is not as satisfying as human blood, and requires more blood than it would if it was human blood to satisfy his thirst. Grant hushed his stomach internally, and took in a deep breath. He could smell everything around him. The grass, slowly blowing in the wind. The flowers, having been grown with tender care. The smell of Piper......Gods that smell. It was unlike anything he had ever encountered before. 

Grant looked up at the moon at Pipers words.

[color=004b80]"O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon; that monthly changes in her circled orb; lest that thy love prove likewise variable."[/color]

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