<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/>Was it the color of her eyes that had caught the man's attention? Perhaps the way her blonde hair flowed as if a golden waterfall against her back. Whatever it was, Milek Khabarov knew he needed to have this woman. Her beauty left him in a state of complete awe. Rarely did he find himself struck with such emotion, especially in times like these. He barely had enough money to get him to the position in society he wanted to be in his undeath. To be taken seriously by his own kind was difficult. Women were seen as weaknesses unless slaves. It was about money and power, neither of which Milek had.<br/><br/>Yet, this woman, this gorgeous angel that had to have come from Heaven itself, she sat in her family's garden. Her nose was deep in a book. The way her mouth twisted to form words in a tongue they could both speak, how her eyes looked focused, Milek needed her. He would have her. Nothing would change this feeling of desire. Could it have been love? The vampire was not sure. It had been a long time since the idea of love had crossed his mind. He had loved his father deeply. When that love became his first meal to save him from an untimely death, Milek made the decision to bury the idea of love and family deep within him. He was a beast of the night, a blood taker. Yet, there she was.<span style="font-style: italic">She is so beautiful.</span><br/><br/>His amber eyes watched from the shade of an old tree just outside of the gate. He would only enter if given permission. That alone was hard to do. He knew of the talks his father was having with some British noble. Milek would not let the woman go with him. No, if he knew how to do one thing, it was to take what he wanted.<span style="font-style: italic">She is no prize. She is the sun.</span>Poetry filled his mind as he watched her from the other side of the fence. If a cold heart could beat again, he was sure it would be for her. One of his hands moved to the gate, a hiss escaping his lips as the setting sun touched the top of his hand. Even in his cloak and covered, the light of the sun still burned him so.