"Oh, it'sgood to be home again."

Even in her dreams, Adrienne remembers traveling across Morrowind; the blinding streak of the sun across the horizon; the leaves of spiny trees; the random patterns of the grass swooshing as one walked; one's own footsteps. Hadrian also remembered the tints of fog in the distance, weak yellows at dawn, then blues, finally reds when the sun was low, again.

And it was all back! More than ever before!

Like Adrienne was walking that distant plane and feeling the slightest brush against her deadly lips – But! She remembered the taste of Nevar. She remembered making love to him the day before.

And then she remembered dying. She remembered fainting against the sunset. She remembered herself being taken over by some demonic, pale plaque. Oh, it was so cruel! But Nevar had been there, he had watched as she slowly drifted away to the disease. And it was a disease that finally caught her in her youth's blossom. It wasn't a strike from a sword, nor a blow on the chest, but a bite on the neck.

She remembered Nevar saying, "How can you be so stupid, Adrienne? How can you be so careless, love?" His dark eyes and his chest protesting against her dying heart. Nevar had wishing for her to continue beating. He had wished for her to hold on to that last bit of life.

But now where was she? And why? Was she alive? Was she crying?

Could a vampire cry?


A/N: Please review. Although I have a good idea where to go, I still appreciate suggestions as to where this could lead up to.