Eden's fingers laced through her hair. It was straightened and reached just to the middle of her shoulders. The silkiness was an odd sensation and she couldn't quite get over it. But even more so it was a distraction. She needed a distraction right now just as much as she needed to breath oxygen.

Strange how the cemetry still did that to her, even after all these years.

Her eyes fixed on Christopher's gravestones; she just stared like a lifeless zombie. Fingers continued to play absently with her hair and her heart continued to pound rapidly. She didn't want to cry. Lord knew she didn't want to feel the river raging down her cheeks. But Christopher had been, pardon me, still was her brother. Sometimes she wondered why her parents hadn't carted him off to some vampire lord the minute they learned of his cancer. At least then he would still be walking around.

She inched closer to the headstone and leaned over it to stare out at the vast ocean of grey rock and sagging flowers. So many had lost their lovers, family, friends. She shouldn't complain. But hers just felt so much more devastating and important. Clearing her throat she pushed back up and stepped away to stare closely at the dates of his life and end.

You know Chris, it's pretty unfair. You get peace and quite and I get waking nightmares.

She chuckled cuddly and then held herself in that dead night. Yup. Waking nightmares, part of the reason she couldn't go to sleep at tnight.

Eden's fingers laced through her hair. It was straightened and reached just to the middle of her shoulders. The silkiness was an odd sensation and she couldn't quite get over it. But even more so it was a distraction. She needed a distraction right now just as much as she needed to breath oxygen.

Strange how the cemetry still did that to her, even after all these years.

Her eyes fixed on Christopher's gravestones; she just stared like a lifeless zombie. Fingers continued to play absently with her hair and her heart continued to pound rapidly. She didn't want to cry. Lord knew she didn't want to feel the river raging down her cheeks. But Christopher had been, pardon me, still was her brother. Sometimes ,she wondered why her parents hadn't carted him off to some vampire lord the minute they learned of his cancer. At least then he would still be walking around.

She inched closer to the headstone and leaned over it to stare out at the vast ocean of grey rock and sagging flowers. So many had lost their lovers, family, friends. She shouldn't complain. But hers just felt so much more devastating and important. Clearing her throat she pushed back up and stepped away to stare closely at the dates of his life and end.

You know Chris, it's pretty unfair. You get peace and quite and I get waking nightmares.

She chuckled cuddly and then held herself in that dead night. Yup. Waking nightmares, part of the reason she couldn't go to sleep at tnight.

Guy flowed through the cemetary, uncerttain as to why he was spending so much time in the place any longer. Perhaps it was simplt that the cemetary was quite and reserved, a place where the concerns of the living of lfie could not a touch. He smiled, at the thought. It was true that he felt more at peace amongst the graves, though he had the memories to know that he felt like the cold brush of death to others. A morosely depressing thought, that. Sensitive people thought he felt like a corpse, even though he was alive, at elast in some sort of sense.

He was startled out of his thoughts when his hearing picked up the sound of a woman grieving. He was surprised, considering it was the dead of night and the cemetary should theoretically be closed, not that he had any rights to stone throwing there. He carefullly tried to mask his presence, but realized he'd have to walk straight past her line of site to get out of the graveyard if he didn't want to fly, which would probably attract unwanted attetion. Sighing he kept walking, figuring she was probably caught enough in her own mind to ignore a vampire walking through a cemetary. Sure, really likely that.

Eden was never one to be caught unawares. The woman was quite good at catching details and be sure of everything around her. A stranger at night just happened to stand out. Her face tightened, her voice switched quickly for shivering to stern and authoritative.

Who are you?

She stepped away from her brothers grave and her arms dropped immediately to her sides, her hands balled into fists. For all the ability that she had, for some reason deserning different species wasn't one. Well, at least not specifically. She simply felt uneasy. His emotions felt different in her gut. Older. Too old. She squinted her eyes and formed a knowing 'o' before licking her tongue past her teeth.

Or should I say what type of 'other' are you?

Bold she was. Eden had always had a slick tongue. It had gotten her into trouble many times, but out of it just as quickly.

Guy stopped and turned to face the young woman. He raised a brow at her and regarded her quizically. Such a pointed question from one who tasted solely of human to his senses. Maybe there was more there than had first seemed. His senses always were dulled by the cemetary, something about hallow and holy ground. He smiled at her, "I am generally known as Galeno de Medici, though that surname is not entirely correct. As for what I am, such a pointed and intelligent question deserves an answer. I am the undead, if that would answer your question? What brings the living to disturb the presence of the dead at this hour?"

She watched him all together unimpressed. The undead numbered among her friends, them and the shifters. People weren't really her specialty after all. Her arms shifted to fold again over her breasts and she raised a brow at him and stepped forward, willing again to seem domineering and assertive.

Sometimes the living prefer the quiet stillness of the dead.

She hadn't meant to speak in riddles but she was just in the kidn of mood. Her mouth twirked into a sarcastic smile and her voice held a bit of bite to it.

And why do the dead lumber around places that just remind them of how detached they are from the rest of the world?

Perhaps it was a double edged question because her personality shrunk back. Why did the dead remind themselves of what life used to be? She had no clue. All she knew was that she took solace and remembering a time when life was easy and well. And the only way she could do that was by sleeping among those who would never wake again.

Guy smiled at the woman, "Is it I who am detached from the world or is it you? Am I the dead or am I not? If I am the dead, then does it not stand to reason that my time amongst them, where I would belong? But no, I just find the power that rests in the cemetary soothing. It is a cold and detached place, after my own mind, milady."

He sat upon a gravestone as he turned to her, "I believe I have answered your question me fully than you have answered mine."