The moon appeared taunting as she gazed across the land below, her ethereal glow casting a familiar silver tint beyond the stone statues in the courtyard. Covered in moss and decorated in cracks, the property could easily be recognized as aged, alongside the old victorian home that lay just within the sanctuary of the trees.

One could surely assume it had been abandoned, the sign of life being that of none at first glance. However those assumptions could easily be proved wrong, as sitting amongst the statues, a lone werewolf resides in comfort, alongside it's greatest companion.

"I thought i'd find you here, my treasure," Nicholas' voice seemed to pierce the silence, the low, comforting drawl within his words surrounding you in a familiar embrace. His hand shifted to rest along your lower back, form soon joining your own across the hoary stone bench.

Words never needed to be spoke aloud when the vampire was around, his touch alone speaking more than his voice ever could. After all, he had made you a promise, that eternity would be spent alongside you.