(A/N sorry for the long pause in starting again =/ I couldn't think of anything to do I was reading other stories to try and get an idea or something so here goes.)

As the carriage crept along the less than well traveled path Deodesh couldn't help but watch the night sky in awe of its beauty. The moon shone in all its stellar grace, whilst the stars shone and twinkled like dancing fireflies. It fascinated him beyond words how much his vision had cleared and sharpened. The pungent allure of wild flowers and roses filled his nostrils intoxicating him with the rich smells of life. "It's so.beautiful," he whispered under his breath still paying no heed to the other passengers in the carriage.

"This is only the beginning of it," Galas spoke up from his overshadowed side of the carriage. "In time you will notice that all your senses have been amplified many times over than that of your human self, along with the learning of new skills as well, but that shall come later with your training." He laid back against the wall and fell slave to the defining silence once more.

Deodesh could not believe that there could be more this was overwhelming him as it was, but to add more to this wonderful experience? It couldn't be but it was galas that had said it so it must be true. "What skills are you talking about sire?"

"You shall find out soon enough my childe just be patient more than likely it shall be after we meet the prince."

"This scenery is so wonderful."

"You sound like an Toreador I swear." Galas said more to himself in disgust than to the others.

"I apologies it's just captivating is all I will be silent now" They rode the rest of the time in silence as Deodesh marveled at the wonders of his newly embraced un-life.

When they arrived Galas spoke not a word but jumped out of the still moving carriage and began his walk to the castle.

"I guess this is where I get off then." Deodesh leaned forward and kissed Miyra on the cheek and jumped out after his sire. He surveyed the area in question it was a rather large stone castle, with two large wood hinged doors for an entrance, the silhouette of the graceful moon gave the aging castle more of a Dracula feel as a sudden chill ran up his back then back down to his feet to dissipate. He took a sudden step forward not noticing before that he had stopped completely to look over the behemoth stone structure.

Galas waited for him at the entrance and when his childe finally caught up with him, he pushed the wooden doors that seemed to weigh thrice as much as him open with great ease. They walked side-by-side Galas focusing on the door he was going to, Deodesh the surrounding scenery yet again. When Galas stopped this time Deodesh had not noticed and kept walking smacking his body against the solid granite door in front of him falling back onto his rear in a daze. Galas only shook his head and banged his large fur covered fist against the door twice.

"Could have warned me that there was a door." Deodesh stood rubbing his head, which now had a nice sized knot on it.

"Watch your tongue whelp you're my childe and I will not tolerate being talked down to," Galas hissed.

The door shuddered then slide to the right moaning in discomfort revealing a flight of stairs. The two walked on in silence the path light by the occasional torch hung off the wall. When they arrived at the bottom of the steep stairwell they stood in front of another large wooden door two well-armed guards stood on either side.

The first stepped forward to examine the two. "State your business." His bloodshot eyes danced over them searching mentally for signs of weapons.

"Where are here to see the prince I wish to present my newest childe to her." Galas stated in a matter of fact tone looking him square in the eyes.

"Then enter" The second opened the doors slowly grunting as he pushed against the obviously heavy doors.

The room beyond the door was large beyond comparison it was furnished with a large deep red carpet that led to an elevated area in the back, a fireplace dawned on each of the walls lit and burning with the occasional crackle or pop of an ember waiting to be freed from its earthen wood prison. The floor was that of cobblestone with decorative designs on every slab. Shelves filled to the breaking point with books surrounded a large cherry wood table and decorative chairs on three sides. "Please do come in, take a seat you must be weary from your long travels." A feminine voice that of a siren called to them.

(A/N whew * Blinkys * that was abnormal for me. I was actually descriptive. Tell me how I did k? K ill try and get next chapter up soon to all people who actually read and like my story thanks and please review I like feedback it helps with the next chapters,)