Four centuries of life was a lonesome thing indeed. Many spoke of immortality being a gift, but was it truly? Living through so many wars and meeting so many people just to see them die, Tera was probably jaded to everything. She'd come a long way since her humble upbringing as a citizen of the British Empire. It was harder to remember now, but her real father was a carpenter while her mother sold things at the market place. It was a good life. A simple one. She loved the vampire that turned her when she turned 26, but she despised him now.

The woman's way of life was never constant. One of the downsides of being immortal was that one never aged while their friends did. At most, Tera stayed in a position for a decade - maybe a bit more - before finding something else to do. The casual excuses of cosmetics, eating well, sleeping well, and living a stress free life could only work for so long. Someone asked if she did surgery. She remembered replying with a firm no. Little did the human know they were one question away from a big slap to the face. Probably would've snapped their poor neck.

Tonight, however, Tera threw her worry to the wind. She was at the Evening Solace - a rather posh club off the coast of Santa Monica. She worked nearby, UCLA to be exact. Normally, a tenured research faculty member could hardly afford coming to venues like this or owning a home in a primer, secluded by wood part of Beverly Hills. It was thanks to her accumulating wealth from her company - a computer software company - that allowed her to live such a carefree life. Though she didn't have to, she donated generously to charities. It was odd however. By rights, humans were her prey. Her food. However, her bloodied years had passed her long ago. Now? She just wanted to be alone and enjoy the countless years she had left.

Hearing footsteps and smelling a scent she had become all too familiar with, Tera slowly turned to her college - Dennis Frey. "Punctual as always," she said with a smile as she gestured to a seat. "I thought we'd relax tonight. After what happened this week in the lab, I think we deserve a rest, no?"

Dennis nodded as he ordered a bloody mary. The very name made Tera's canines elongate ever so slightly before she bid them abstain. "Thanks to you, we still have our data. I wasn't aware you knew how to manipulate those god forsaken machines!"

Tera laughed in her high alto voice as she tipped her Smirnoff to the man. "My hobbies - as many say - are quite peculiar."

Dennis nodded. "I've only heard stuck up men speak like you have. Tonal wise."

Taking a sip of her drink, Tera grinned. "A matter we've discussed at length," she said. "There's charm in the old mannerisms of speech, no? Ah, the rest of our guests are here."

Several of their work colleagues waved to the two, as Tera waved back. She was dressed elegantly as always. Se wore a white blouse with a matching black cuffed blazer and black jeans. She wore black knee high boots as well. Darker colors were her preferred. Color was spectacular, but only for certain occasions. As Tera exchanged greetings with the others, a scent - another one all too familiar to her - demanded her attention.

"If you all will excuse me for a moment?" she asked before getting to her feet. 

The smell was that of her own kind. A vampire. A child of the night. Ever since the coven wars from 2 centuries back, Tera seldom mingled with her own kind. It was lonely, but she didn't want to deal with the territory wars or the conflicts. It was exciting once, but as she grew older, the whole affair was silly and stupid.

Her eyes fixed on a gorgeous woman as she subconsciously thought of her own appearance. Her brownish-blonde hair was tied into a neat, impeccable bun while her eye liner and eye shadow accentuated her violet eyes. Her clothes hugged her form in a appealing yet quite conservative manner. She was hardly the 'put out' type of woman.

Clearing her throat, she gestured to the seat. "Is that taken?" she asked. She studied the woman's face before a slight bit of recognition came to her. "Are you not the reporter from the News Channel? I certainly had my doubts concerning your origin. Now? There's no questioning it."

Taking the seat, Tera stared at the woman. "Are you with coven or are you alone? I've avoided those fools for the past century," she said so only the two women could hear. "If you're attached, I ask you not reveal my presence. Things would get ... problematic."