<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/DarknessBound/RP%20characters/Micah/PostMicah3.png">[ img ]</a><br/><span style="font-size: 136%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #539999">i know to be there. when and where, i'll be there.</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #539999">you know what's to be said. we said out loud. we never said.</span></span></span></div><br/>He found himself being lost in her eyes. The emerald pools swallowed him whole, pulling him down into their depths. There was no feeling of suffocating or drowning, just a need that could neither be explained nor described within in his own mind. In that moment, he knew that there was no turning back. There was nothing in his life that would make him forget this woman, this beauty. If there was ever to be any selfish need in his life, it was clear it would be now. Milek refused to allow her to be married to another man. He would not let her be hidden away in time. He could make all these decisions in his mind. The thoughts could not formulate words to express his desires. The vampire just found himself speechless looking upon the woman of his dreams.<br/><br/><span style="color: #539999">"My English not so good, but it very hard language to translate from native tongue."</span>He watched her closely, moving against the gate. His hands gingerly touched them. The sun was still setting and it's light was now faded enough he could move closer to her.<span style="color: #539999">"Bellen,"</span>he whispered, smiling.<span style="color: #539999">"<span style="font-style: italic">Krasivyy,</span> beautiful."</span><br/><br/>The Russian man couldn't help to just be in awe of her. She spoke English almost beautifully with her accent. He felt stupid for not knowing the language nearly as well as he should have. His sire would be disappointed in him. That was for sure. Then again, the older woman thought him as nothing but an object to use when she was bored with her scores of other sired men. Milek was sure that she wasn't missing him as he stood outside of the Spanish garden, looking upon the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Though, he couldn't help but feel as if he was doing to Bellen the same as his sire did to him. Frustration flared in his eyes before calming enough to look into her emerald pools once more.<br/><br/><span style="color: #539999">"I belong nowhere. Left home to start new life. I wish to grow things like my papa before me."</span>He shuffled where he stood, almost as if he was nervous to speak to her.<span style="color: #539999">"I from the north. Cold land."</span>Trying to get his words to translate correctly was getting more and more frustrating, but he couldn't stop speaking to her. There was no way he could stop.<span style="color: #539999">"I sleep in old barn just there,"</span>he continued, pointing towards a couple of fields to the north.<span style="color: #539999">"Farmer help me out. I work during night for little food and bed."</span>His amber eyes turned back to gaze upon her.<span style="color: #539999">"Saw you...I..."</span><br/><br/>It was clear he was nervous. The language barrier becoming more and more difficult as he spoke. He looked at his feet, knowing full well that nothing would probably come from this unless she deemed him worthy. Milek suddenly felt ashamed of himself. He cursed inside his mind. He shuffled a bit. Though, his eyes eventually found their way back up to study the curves of her face. His intense gaze returned to her eyes.<br/><br/><span style="color: #539999">"Do you believe in love at first sight?"</span>he suddenly asked in almost perfect English.