Alistair found himself going to the cemetery again, he always waited for Samuel there so that they could visit. Normally, these visits consisted of them cuddling under a tree, Alistair feeding off of Samuel every once in a while, them talking and then Samuel and Alistair going their separate ways for their very different lives.

Alistair waited near the mausoleum, twiddling his thumbs as the moonlight reflected off his black hair.