The club pulsed with sound. From her vantage point in the cage, dancing to the music, Urs notice briefly as Nick strode to the bar and talked to the bartender. Their eyes met and he smiled at her. They had very little in common other than their vampire natures, but Nick had always been kind to her. Urs let her gaze linger as he waited at the bar, gazing into his blood wine. Wistfully, she remembered that he was involved with a mortal now, the Coronor. Urs wondered why she never seemed to find a partner who was willing to stay with her for any length of time.
Urs continued to dance, but her heart was heavy. Ever since she had been brought across, she had followed Vachon wherever he went, cutting ties and running with him--away from the Aztec, away from responsibility, away from everything she had known. At times she became so depressed, she considered simply waiting for the sunrise to come and take her. Next page / Bottom
