Nero sat alone in the library. He liked coming here to think, as few others often ventured inside. The atmosphere was welcoming, and more importantly it was quiet. This was his room.
Tired, he closed his eyes for a moment enjoying the solitude. When his eyes opened again, the library was gone. He was no longer in the manor, the city or even the country. No, he was home. The familiar pillars called to him. It was just how he left it. Mystified, he stood and took in the wonders around him, breathing the clean air that was blessedly free of modern pollutants. How was this possible?
From over his shoulder a silver butterfly flew past, leaving a glowing trail in it's wake. A feeling of weightlessness overcame him, and he eagerly followed it outdoors into the sunlight heedless of the danger that it represented for him.
He was momentarily blinded by the glare, but slowly his eyes adjusted to the brightness and the landscape before him left him stunned. It was the ocean. Glittering blue and magnificent, it stretched on forever into the horizon. He stumbled forward needing to be closer. There was no place else like this. He was home.
“Nero!” Suddenly the vision wavered before his eyes as a weight plowed into his side sending him sprawling on the ground. The ocean filled his sight for moment longer before the real world faded back into view. Adrien was standing in the shadows next to him, horrified.
Nero looked from the other vampire to their surroundings, confused. They were in the foyer, and somehow the door had been opened, letting deadly sunlight into the manor. The elder vampire was stunned with shock. How had he gotten here? “I was home,” he stammered.
The younger vampire closed the door, then offered a hand to the master. “Come, I shall take you to Ophelia,” he said softly, pity lacing his tone.
The elder nodded as he took the hand and stood. He rather wanted to see Ophelia.
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Date: 2010-11-05 04:33 am (UTC)Tired, he closed his eyes for a moment enjoying the solitude. When his eyes opened again, the library was gone. He was no longer in the manor, the city or even the country. No, he was home. The familiar pillars called to him. It was just how he left it. Mystified, he stood and took in the wonders around him, breathing the clean air that was blessedly free of modern pollutants. How was this possible?
From over his shoulder a silver butterfly flew past, leaving a glowing trail in it's wake. A feeling of weightlessness overcame him, and he eagerly followed it outdoors into the sunlight heedless of the danger that it represented for him.
He was momentarily blinded by the glare, but slowly his eyes adjusted to the brightness and the landscape before him left him stunned. It was the ocean. Glittering blue and magnificent, it stretched on forever into the horizon. He stumbled forward needing to be closer. There was no place else like this. He was home.
“Nero!” Suddenly the vision wavered before his eyes as a weight plowed into his side sending him sprawling on the ground. The ocean filled his sight for moment longer before the real world faded back into view. Adrien was standing in the shadows next to him, horrified.
Nero looked from the other vampire to their surroundings, confused. They were in the foyer, and somehow the door had been opened, letting deadly sunlight into the manor. The elder vampire was stunned with shock. How had he gotten here? “I was home,” he stammered.
The younger vampire closed the door, then offered a hand to the master. “Come, I shall take you to Ophelia,” he said softly, pity lacing his tone.
The elder nodded as he took the hand and stood. He rather wanted to see Ophelia.