Return to One
There was a vampire who had found something close to happiness in his life. Perhaps not true happiness, but something close to it.
That vampire has awakened somewhere strange and now finds himself in a cafe seated at this computer, writing out his actions. Somewhere in his mind there are flickering memories that haunt him, of this city, of people here, of curses and angels and even of Belle Morte.
He knows this is madness, but he cannot stop himself, nor stop the wisps of remembrance that dance along the edges of his mind.
[ooc: A fair bit of urple ahoy. It's a genre thing.]
That vampire has awakened somewhere strange and now finds himself in a cafe seated at this computer, writing out his actions. Somewhere in his mind there are flickering memories that haunt him, of this city, of people here, of curses and angels and even of Belle Morte.
He knows this is madness, but he cannot stop himself, nor stop the wisps of remembrance that dance along the edges of his mind.
[ooc: A fair bit of urple ahoy. It's a genre thing.]