[center][h1][color=a187be]Violet Braddock [/color][/h1][/center]
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Violet had noticed that Mitthius had not answered her summons or her text. How long had it been? A few hundred years at least. It had been a short time but it was the happiest in her memory. There had been no one since him. She sighed and wondered what he had been doing and what was keeping him now.

Violet had gone outside to take a walk. It was very crowded in her home right now. She tucked her lavender hair behind her ear out of habit. She supposed she had done that all of her long life.

She could feel the wolf eyes on her as she left her own property. Her mind went to Dracula and what chaos he had created. The compact was broken and there was no trust between species any longer. Violet stretched and felt something pop in her neck. She sat down on a bench near the end of the road. Violet herself had found that she tended to take walks at night and would always stop there to turn and go home so she had put a bench there. Others used it but it was primarily known as Violet's bench. She sat down and leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Her senses were on high alert as usual. A smile played about her lips when she caught his scent in the area. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

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