She had been working on this all her life.  Everything had been put on hold for 5 long years.<br/><br/>It had all started on a hot summer day, when she had been at a flea market and had found this leather bound journal.  She wasn't sure why but she was drawn to this journal.  She opened it and it was filled with this beautiful script.  Hand written.  Whoever had it had excellent penmanship.<br/><br/>When she got it home, she began to read it.  She honestly could not stop.  The writer had talked about being a vampire and his home.  Instantly, she was entranced with this man's life.  She assumed it was a man.  Just the things he talked about seemed masculine.  He had ink sketches of life, buildings, animals, and women.<br/><br/>The way he had drawn the women was so beautiful.  She smiled.  She had to see who this man was, was he really a vampire, or just a crazy man.<br/><br/>But sadly, he did not say where he lived only some minor clues.  Well finally, she had found out where this man supposedly lived.  Rome.  She had worked hard for a long time before she got a work visa in Italy.  When she could, she sold all her possessions and moved to Rome.  It had taken her what felt like forever, to finally find the tomb with the crest on her journal.  It was in the middle of the night, she was dressed in black.  Her black curly hair tied up into a bun.  She was 5'6 and not fat but skinny.  With a swallow she moved forward to the door and put the bag down and pulled out a crowbar.  She began to pry open the door.  When she got inside she was dripping sweat.<br/><br/>With a sigh she moved to the coffin and bit her lip not sure what to do next.  She held her head and brought out a book on local vampires.  She was amazed she found it too.  She ran her finger along the Italian and sighed pushing off the lid and inspected the contents shaking.  SHe was so nervous.  Not because she was breaking the law, but because she was going to meet some form of the man she had fallen in love with.