[color=Violet]Auria[/color]

She smiled and hugged Mira back, following her into the kitchen. "Thank you so much Miss Mirabelle. I see why Praetor stays here, you so kind and sweet." She sipped the warm blood wiping her tears away. "I do hope your right though, me and the other survivors have never stopped feeling guilty over leaving him behind." She took another then turned her head, the smell of death and Vampire blood wafted in as the door shut. She almost dropped the mug, then she smiled and spoke simply. "Hi Abraham, miss me?"

[color=Crimson]Praetor[/color]

Praetor and the Legion had been successful, he was soaked in blood, exhausted, hungry and he had to teach a class in six hours. So he slipped his way home, he walked in the door, a half smile on his face. He shut the door and walked towards the kitchen, he turned the corner and fell to his knee's. A woman he had thought dead 20 centuries now stood there smiling at him. "Your not... Mira is that? Auria?" With that being the final straw, he gave in and collapsed.