<strong>Name:</strong>Lyla Turan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cemetary<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i2.listal.com/image/2548185/500full.jpg)</div><div align="center"><hr/></div>She stood there among all the others, wearing a simple black dress, covering her now shortened blonde hair with a black hat, which covered her reddened and swollen eyes as she looked to the ground. The feeling of irritation didn't leave her as her guts twisted inside her, even though her face never showed what was going on under the surface. It was her way in dealing with the death of people she knew long enough in her life, the life that got extended somehow in a way she never knew but recently come to accept.<br/><br/>She was young, only a few decades over 500 and didn't see much of the history as her own grandpa and Duncan used to say. She had seen Duncan several times since she reunited with her father and he even helped her find him when the Nazi took him as a hostage. She had come to love Duncan but he always treated her more like a daughter and never seen the woman inside her and she had accepted that.<br/><br/>It was time to pass the coffin and she paused there long enough to touch his cold cheek. The one who inspired her and helped her figure the right path whenever she was confused was now gone. She wondered if he had kept her letters as she kept those he sent her, those messages were held dear now just as a legacy from a father.<br/><br/>She passed Darius and paused again at his coffin, she didn't meet him or Amanda but certainly heard of them. She did respect both as she respects every immortal. She wondered as she passed Amanda's coffin if her grandfather did know about these deaths but she doubted it... He isolated himself in one of her "agencies" and never left his room. She thought that she must send him what she was used to send him every time. Suddenly the phone buzzed in her purse and she had to answer it. It was the private phone she gave her grandpa to call her anytime and she never left it or removed it from her purse.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes, grandpa? Something wrong?"</strong>