When the day met the night [or when the glorious three met].
{for The Queen, Godric and Eric}
Even though so many years had passed (over 1.200 years, to be exact, not that time really mattered for old vampires such as her, Eric and Godric), Sophie-Anne still remembered the first time she laid eyes on Godric, and, in the next breath that did not need to be taken, Eric.
November 807, France
"Mon cherie, would you please hurry up? There is a ball waiting to be danced on!" Calling out to her companion (a pretty young thing with blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and nice cleavage) for the night, Sophie-Anne hurried through the night, trying to find her way to the place this ball was supposed to be.
The whole town had been talking about it for weeks, now, and as it seemed, this girl was too slow.
Huffing out an annoyed breath, Sophie-Anne decided she had enough, leaving her behind on her way-- just to run into two men of her kind.
One of them (tall, blonde haired, absolutely beautiful) smelled musty, sexually aroused, and Sophie-Anne couldn't help but lick her fangs.
"Bonjour, monsieurs! Have you lost your way?" She asked, a charming smile taking over her features almost immediately.
Even though so many years had passed (over 1.200 years, to be exact, not that time really mattered for old vampires such as her, Eric and Godric), Sophie-Anne still remembered the first time she laid eyes on Godric, and, in the next breath that did not need to be taken, Eric.
November 807, France
"Mon cherie, would you please hurry up? There is a ball waiting to be danced on!" Calling out to her companion (a pretty young thing with blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and nice cleavage) for the night, Sophie-Anne hurried through the night, trying to find her way to the place this ball was supposed to be.
The whole town had been talking about it for weeks, now, and as it seemed, this girl was too slow.
Huffing out an annoyed breath, Sophie-Anne decided she had enough, leaving her behind on her way-- just to run into two men of her kind.
One of them (tall, blonde haired, absolutely beautiful) smelled musty, sexually aroused, and Sophie-Anne couldn't help but lick her fangs.
"Bonjour, monsieurs! Have you lost your way?" She asked, a charming smile taking over her features almost immediately.
