Thaank you for reading my story. I'm sry about any plot hole or grammical arrors. When you reveiw, let me know!
disclaimer: I don't own Nightwalker
claimer: I own Shi-sha and Vervain
Cain strummed his fingers on his ancient wooden desk. The fire that was warming the room crackled, drawing a snarl out of him. Despite the fire and all his clothes, he was cold. He had no visitors or company in nearly four years. His daughter, his very own flesh and blood, hated him. His fledging, and lover, Shido hadn't even spoken to him in nearly two decades.
Though I can understand why. The blond vampire mussed. Disgusted with himself he thru his pen down and left his study. He trudged down the hall and into his bedroom. The bed had soft maroon bedding and matching heavy drapes. Cain closed the ones in front of the oriel. The walls were the custom weathered gray of all castles and somewhere on the floor was a Persian rug he had bought back in the 1600's.
Some moonlight seeped from under the curtains casting eerie black and white shadows. The eastern side of the castle was being bathing in crimson and orange light. And lavender, too. Lavender, just like the color of his lover's hair. Cain collapsed on the bed thinking of Shido.