<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: violet">Lecia watched the ghost and Micheal interact exchanging words. But when the memory went through Micheal she would it in his face the ghost had been fed on just like she had fed on Micheal, guilt and shame covered her features. She had done it in fear she had eaten nothing but rats for the past hundred years in the deep catacombs. And in her fear and desperation had taken some of Micheal's blood the action had been a mistake. But the look on his face proved he would never forget and try as he might he would never fully except a creature such as her. Her lavender eyes looked away. Micheal's steps echoed off the stairs as he left the room. What was so important that he needed to be alone. "Yes yes my sweet you are too kind" Chris whispered too a beautiful girl that he had met in a bar. They sat in a dark corner nestled close together softly his fangs were in her neck his saliva taking the pain away as he drank a portion of her blood enough to put her to sleep enough to keep her alive. She let out a sigh as he released her, her frame still except the small movements of ehr chest she was sound asleep. "Good night sweet" he cooed as he left with out a soul noticing.</span></div>