"Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend - or a meaningful day." - Dalai Lama
England had colonised America a few decades ago and Isabella decided that this might be a good place to go, somewhere new after running around for the last two months. She had started exactly parallel from England and noticed that as she worked her way down the country that she had to work harder and harder to avoid the sun: necessary, she discovered, because last time she stepped in the sun she sparkled like her skin was embedded with a thousand small diamonds, luckily no one had been around at that point and she quickly ducked back into the shade.
She was now in Florida and it was pouring it down with rain something she had learned didn't happen a lot in the area but she couldn't find it with herself to leave the area. Along the east coast was a sea and Isabella was entranced by it. She had finally found the colour that matched Alec's eyes; she had something to compare them too. The sea surrounding Florida was almost the exact same shade. A painful jab went through her at the thought of her husband and children, her daughter to whom he had passed those eyes along to.
'It's not a good idea to be a vampire in Florida,' a voice called from behind her and she cursed that fact that the wind was blowing downwind, the opposite way than would be helpful.
She turned slowly and met red eyes which caused her own salmon ones to widen as she met her first human drinking vampire. His eyes widened as well, no doubt shocked by the colour of her eyes.
'Look who's talking,' Isabella replied hauntingly
'Ah come on,' he complained as she turned back around and she was surprised by the playful tone in his voice. 'I haven't spoken to anyone for centuries and believe it or not vampires canst get lonely every once in a while.'
'Oh, I believe that,' Isabella sighed heavily, spinning away from him, and he took that as a queue that he could come closer without getting attacked.
'Thou is on my territory,' he told her leaving his back against the railing she was leaning her arms on top of as she stared out into the sea. 'Haven't thou been told to try and avoid that?'
'I don't think I'm going to mess up thy hunting,' Isabella turned her head to face him coldly. 'I don't hunt humans.'
'Really!' the man said, interest and desperation creeping into his tone. 'Is there a way to survive with drinking humans?'
He grabbed her hands and held onto them desperately but Isabella pulled them back looking at him warily. After deciding that the only thing he could do with the information was use it to stop killing humans did she answer him.
'Yes.' she replied, pushing herself up to sit in the railing. 'I hunt animals.'
'Hence the strange coloured eyes,' he muttered staring at her in wonder. 'Where did thou learn that?'
'My creator was the same,' Isabella shrugged now sound marginally angry.
'I'm Logan, by the way.'
Isabella grinned again though trusting him was difficult, 'Isabella.'