Post by kittyrin1 on Mar 15, 2010 11:16:26 GMT -5
Dragomir was walking, more like creeping, through the halls of the old Hotel Dumort. His mind was wandering back t the Falcon twins. Of course they weren't biologically twins, they were to different, but something about them attracted his attention. Especially the one who was always out at night, Killing off any Vampire she met at the smallest of misconducts. It amused yet frightened Drago that such a small, delicate, girl could be doing so much Damage to his kind. She was also the one who had killed his Lucinda, yet he held no grudge. The other Child, the Blond one, only went out at night to find her sister and bring her home. She was responsible and always calm yet something about her set Dragomir's senses on high alerts. He knew she wasn't a fighter but he also knew she was as wicked with a Bow and Arrow as her sister was with a sword.
Both were deadly and both needed to be stopped before anyone else was killed. Dragomir stopped and shook his head with a scowl. These girls were dangerous and someone had to do something about them but they amused Drogomir to much for him to stop them. It was a Mad World out there with the living and Dragomir was glad he had died all those years ago.
Both were deadly and both needed to be stopped before anyone else was killed. Dragomir stopped and shook his head with a scowl. These girls were dangerous and someone had to do something about them but they amused Drogomir to much for him to stop them. It was a Mad World out there with the living and Dragomir was glad he had died all those years ago.