I slept through the plane trip in my coffin which was placed in the luggage are of the plane, It was quite pleasent, until I smelt blood and freeseing flesh, there must've been another stow-away. I didn't sleep a bit, the stow away screamed almost the whole plane trip. I imagined the feeling of freezing to death and shivered. When we landed it was once again night-time. we were driven by a taxi to my gradmothers mansion, as our car had not been brought over yet.
When we arrived at the mansion, i was struck with millions of memories creeping back into my mind like a zombie. I missed my grandmother. She was the one who taught me how to paint, after all. I almost cried, but I supressed it.
I went to the room where I stayed every time I had come to visit. It was a attic, falling apart, it was beauitful, and it had a perfect view of the cemetary. And looking on the brightside (or the darkside) next week was halloween. I unpacked the little I had brought, then went downstairs fror a refreshing bottle of blood. I looked outside at a willow tree gently brushing the window. I sighed, I missed Romania, and all of its memorized sights. I let my mind wander, drydreaming, or would it be night dreaming, I laughed to myself at that contemplation, of humanity, and companionship. Of course it would never happen, such is the life or a creature of the night. I walked upstairs and layed down on my bed. I felt a have a sfamilliar feeling, slipping into a trance, I was about to get a slight glimpse into the future. I saw a gir who seemed quite normal, and plain-jane, with hair the colour of straw walking with a girl who was a regular gothic beauty, I stared at her alabaster face, looking closely at her eyes, their chocolate brown colour smoldering my every thought. Why was she in my visions? Other than her admirable features, I couldn't pinpoint why she was important. I contemplated it for a while, until i noticed the sun dripping onto the horisos like dripping paint. I silently went to my coffin I kept in the closet, and fell asleep.