Morgan was sitting under a tree in what use to be New York. She had her bible sitting on my lap as she started to fall asleep while reading it. "I won't what I'm going to to with my day." Her thought came from her mouth before she thought and sighed at her stupidity. "Oh my .....I think I'm becoming slightly greedy. It sounds like I'm wanting some entertainment not of my own making." She looked down at the book and closed it tightly before she stood and started walking to one of the broken buildings. It had become her home in recent times and she just thought that she needed to fix some things.

Once she was inside she started picking up and putting things away; the slow setting sun made long shadows in her living room and she let a soft sigh go through her lips. She didn't exactly like living alone but it was the only way that she could live seeing as she couldn't find anyone else in this town. So she picked up by herself; only making herself useful to no one. "Hm...I need something I just...don't know what it is." She walked around the large living room before her fingers snapped and she smiled. "A-ha! I need another mirror!" She quickly grabbed her coat and headed out the door. She walked down the streets that were quiet as ghosts and finally came to the local decorator studio. After going in she quickly found what she had been wanting and scooped it up. Her brisk walk back to her home felt like nothing at all with the new revelation of the mirror and hanging it in her living room made her feel wonderful all over again. Once that was done she walked to the next department and fell into her bed; it had been one of the human's ones that was so feathery. Her dreams were of her family that had once been but now was dead, but she didn't wake up from them.

Cedare had been wandering along the banks of some sort of river in the central park of something. It had been .. Yew Nork? Something Like that. she was boredly sticking Azayra in the water and flicking out fish. There was a trail of the slimy, wriggling things where she had walked. Sighing and roughly veering away from the burbling water, she was in the cover of trees once more.
"I must say, it has been frightfully dull without any vampire slaying." She tries to sink into the memory of the last vampire slaying. Ah, he had been a great opponent ... Until Cedare had unsheathed Azayra. She instinctively put the gleaming sword back into it's sheath on her belt.
"I hope I find another One soon ... Azayra and I could do with some action."
After that, she melted into the overgrown forest, consumed by their shadows.

Morgan slept for quite a while; until almost dawn. She didn't like being awake at night so she did was the humans used to; which was roam the earth during the day and stay down at night. So she flopped on her bed and twisted around in the sheets. But once she got up she was flying down the stairs to get something to eat. Her favorite breakfast was bacon and chocolate chip waffles so that's the only thing she had in her breakfast cupboard. As she made breakfast she whistled a soft, haunting tune that she had only learned from her father all those centuries ago. "Ok um.....I have those and now...Oh orange juice!" She walked over to her ice-box and pulled out the bloodied orange juice. The blood had been donated to her by a lycan; it wasn't nearly as good as a human but as long as it was from a willing person she didn't mind. When she sat down to eat she looked outside as the sun poked out over clouds and nearly blinded her. "Ok....that just hurts, meany sun." she shut her blinds and went back to her break fast.

Cedare is examining a broken, ancient piece of art that the humans left behind. She sees a fast shadow and a loud noise, and at the speed of light whips out Azayra and slices the thing in half.
"Oops." She says in monotone voice as she stares down at the bleeding pigeon, which was now two halves of a pigeon.
She wipes off Azayra and sheathed it, and continues to walk down the destroyed street.
She stops at a broken, destroyed building. She thinks nothing of it, and then the sun comes up. A few moments later, one windows' blinds close very quickly.
Cedare blinks in surprise. Was it another elf? Someone ... Who could be... A friend? She walks inside.

Morgan was sitting inside at her breakfast table quietly; eating her beloved waffles. Her song almost came to a complete stop as she heard the footsteps in the other part of the building, the entrance. She quietly slid from the table and came to stand up against the wall that lead into the living room. "Hello!?" she called out, she was scared out of her mind because of all the rumors she had been hearing about the different people who had started killing each other after the fall out. "What are you!?" was her next question as she grabbed one of her large frying pans.

Cedare is about three steps inside before someone suddenly shouts "Hello?! What are you?"
She can hear a heavy pan grind against a surface. The person was afraid and defending themselves. Better take it slow, then.
"I am Cedare Silverpaw ... And I'll tell you after you tell me. Who are you?" Cedare calls out gently and softly and observes the small foyer as she speaks. lots of ... Mirrors.

Cedare rests her hand against Azayra's handle, just in case. Her excitement is fizzing over, at the prospect of finding another person. After empty months of no one ... She wouldn't mind if this person was a zombie. She'd try to befriend them.
She takes a cautious few steps forward and peers into the nearest hallway. She sees a glimpse of a girl. What was she? At first glance ... Maybe another elf ..but then .. "A vampire!" Cedare stumbles back in surprise, all caution thrown to the wind. She didn't look like a vampire .. Perhaps a shapeshifter? Or ...

Cedare now points at the girl. "What is your name?!"

Morgan whimpered slightly, "I'm Morgan! Please don't come closer!" Her voice wasn't of real warning just of terror at what might be in her house. "And please don't break any of my mirrors...." that request was a little quieter, not really wanting to make this person angry. "Um...if your looking for money my safe is in the room with you...um...if you are of a different type of intruder then please just don't kill me...." She was now huddling in her spice cabinet which was much larger then a normal persons seeing as she was almost always cooking if not for herself then for experiment. "Um....." she wiped her hand on her forehead as she tried to think of something to say to this person.

Cedare slowly lets her hand fall down to her waist, off of Azayra.
"I won't break your mirrors, Morgan. I will not kill you nor steal anything you may have. What are you, and why are you here?" Cedare lets her voice rise but keeps it calm and steady. "Are there more of you?" She peers more closely around the place and adjusts her belt. Cedare had picked up an awesome looking cape earlier, which was blue and embroidered with grey. She adored how it swishes and swished it now, waiting for the reply.

Morgan blinked slightly as she listened to the reply. "Oh, thank you but um no...I live alone and I'm here because before I was turned um...vampire that is, My family and I settled here as humans and I was coming home." She held the door closed slightly to thee spice cupboard and the glass that held the spices shivered slightly with her hands. "Um...well...What' are you doing here?" She itched her leg for a quick second and poked her head out, looking to see if the girl had come closer. "If your not going to kill me....would you like something to eat?"

Cedare is at first surprised and shocked this girl, this; friendly, mildly scared girl was a vampire? Usually they were vicious, rude, murderers who fought dirty. Well, that was what the elves though of them. Her mind was racing as the girl spoke softly.
"If you're not going to kill me, would you like something to eat?" She asked, and Cedare was plunged into a cold river of more thoughts. Her waterlogged brain was now scrambled ...
"Sure .." was her dazed reply. Her hands trembled as she edged closer to the room. Perhaps it was a trap? Would she be attacked if she came in. She saw that a cabinet was slightly ajar and a face peering from out f it.
"You're Morgan?" Cedare asks, her brow furrowing. This girl is a vampire?

Morgan nodded and smiled, it was trembling but still there. Her thoughts were racing in her head and she didn't know if she should do something. So she just decided to be hospitable and make some lunch. She quickly ran over to the ice-box and got out some pieces of ham and then two pieces of bread. Her next thought was if the woman wanted any cheese or some sort of spread on her sandwich. "Oh um....would you like um....mayo or cheese or....something else on it?" Her voice was still soft but now she was doing something she knew how to do and she was happy to have someone to feed. "I could grill it or I could just leave it the way it is...." She looked at the woman who was new to her how and smiled, her fangs were not visible.

Watches as the girl dashes to an icebox and quietly asks about sauces.
"No meat, please. Anything else is fine - You know I have not had another person's company for .. decades." Cedare says suddenly. "Someone who wasn't trying to kill me, anyway."
She watches with wide eyes and her fingers twist the fabric of her newfound cape. Despite her fearless reputation .. in front of this girl she was having a brain .. what had the humans called it - brain fart?
"I am glad I met you, Morgan."

Though she still is unsure of what race she is ... Cedare is pretty much desperate now for this long-awaited company.

Morgan quickly stopped and put away the meat before she got out the other things in her ice-box. Pretty much everything she had in her ice-box was on her counter in less then a minute and she started slapping layer after layer of insides on the two pieces of break. The mayo on the first slice then she build up with lettuce and tomato and condiments then smashed the two sides together. Slipping it on to a green and white plate made for the final product and she set it down before the Elf. "Oh I'm very happy for your company as well. I very much like it too, I haven't met another person out here since the fall out." She went back over to the ice-box and looking in it for something that didn't have blood in it. She quickly found some untainted orange juice and poured a glass of the for her visitor. Then she got out a glass for herself and pour a glass of bloody orange juice. "I hope you find this sufficient.... and if I didn't put all of what you wanted out here then you can ask for it and I will see if I have it." The smile on her face was very genuine and she was hoping that this person wouldn't run away.

Cedare, with a small smile on her face, sits down lightly. "Oh, no thank you .. I believe I have extendend your generosity as it is. You are quite kind." She said earnestly. She picks up this sandwich and takes a small bite and nods.
"So .. you've been here ever since the humans died out? And you're a vampire?" Cedare still dubiously believes this mannered girl could possibly be a vampire. Then again, it explains the red juice.
"Can you tell me some of your history..? Sorry, it's just .. I haven't talked to anyone in so long. I also prefer to know a bit about a person when meet them." She smiles, showing clean, perfect white teeth. Her belt clinks as she adjusts herself in the chair and sips some of this orange juice.
Not quite as good as freshly-squeezed-from-the-elven-forest-orange-groves. But it tasted great with someone else accompanying her.

Morgan's face lifted in an almost laugh, "Oh, it wouldn't be a probably I'm always a homey person...I love to host. But um...my history...hm.." She was off in thought for a moment before she nodded. "Ok...well I'll start with a small time before I turned seven...or something like that. Um..well...My mother and my father were here. We all lived together like families often did then. The whole family stayed together for everything and well....that's why there was such a big group that was slaughter at my home; when the vampires attacked I mean. Well...we had just had people say happy birthday to me when they surrounded the house and started knocking on the walls. The first broke in through the window and came for my father; he had his head ripped off and then it went for mother. They then just started swarming in by the teens before the "leader", I guess, found me and threw me over his shoulder. He then carried me off and into the woods behind our house. After he changed me there I broke loose of him and found my way to the nearest house. I didn't know that I would or even could kill at that moment in time, I just knew that I was hungry for something really weird. So the first house I came to was my first feed, it was an old elderly woman who was dieing alone.....but by accident I didn't make it quick. So after that I just went mad for a while....slaughtering as much and as many as I could. But, after about fifty years a group of proper vampires found me and taught me how to feed and how to find animals for food. So that's what I just started doing at the time. I haven't have human blood in a very long time because I only drink human blood or donated blood which is what this is." She held up the glass and smiled.

Cedare is silent. So this was a vampire. But .. she couldn't bring herself to attack, much less kill this girl.
"I see." She manages. "But .. if you really are a vampire .. how can you keep yourself from attacking me? We are at war; anyway. Well, we're supposed to be," she mutters under her breath, "but you should be flinging yourself at me, fangs bared."
Cedare is very confused. Morgan's fellow vampires would have killed Cedare instantly, but this one was special ...
"Why didn't you attack me?" Not that Cedare wants to be attacked. "I am an elf. Not a human - a humanoid - but that's different." Cedare is sputtering now.
All the vampires she's faced since then have been bloody and murderous ...
Cedare stuffs the sandwich in her mouth to shut her up and give Morgan a word in edgewise.

Morgan tilted her head to the side and smiled, "Well....not everything has to be the stereotype." she laughed softly and refilled her glass and sat back down across from the woman. Her foot was tapping as her thoughts started rattling around in her head again. "Um....so ....why would you think that I should attack you? I mean....I know that that's "In my nature" but....It's not my attitude."

Cedare ponders this and then nods. "Sorry to .. er .. sterotype you." She smiles a bit and replies, "I'm a notorious vampire slayer. But there is no way possible I could kill you - other vampires would kill me in seconds. But .. you offered to make me a sandwich instead." She laughs. "I'm used to the merciless, heartless vampire. Not someone like you. Other vampires roam wild places, killing as they please. Those are the ones I kill."
"Also because we're in the middle of a war. Dirty tricks and murder is expected. So meeting a vampire, and me not attacking and you not attacking is a phenomenon to me." She closes her eyes and takes her last bite of sandwich.

Morgan just laughed at that and shook her head. "I find it nice.....And would you like me to set up a bedroom for you tonight? You could have the whole third story to yourself." She smiled widely then pulled out some pictures. "I could go pick up some of these bed sets and put a nice king size bed up there." She stood and was about to leave for one of the many stores. "Just tell me which one you like and I'll go."

Cedare thinks this is very rude and mean but says it anyway, "You will not .. I mean .. I will still have blood tomorrow?" She smiles weakly. (She meant it as a kind of joke).
She forgets it and says briskly, "Your kindness is unrivaled by anything I've experienced in the last few months. I cannot thank you enough." Since she's been sleeping on forest floors and benches for the last many years ...

She inspects the pictures and points to a small blue framed one. "I would actually like to accompany you. I have never been to a .. bed .. store." She looks brightly at Morgan and is truly excited .. really it's kind of sad. So be excited about going to a "bed store". But she would enjoy it nevertheless with her newfound ... friend.

Morgan nodded when Cedare asked if she would have blood the next day and her face got slightly warm as what would have been a blush came across her cheeks. When Cedare pointed to the bed set she smiled and nodded, "I had that a year ago...it's really nice." She then started heading for the door. When Cedare said her thought about coming with her her mood brightened slightly. "That would be wonderful." She then opened the large glass door that would have once been the places grand front door and turn to walk down the street.

(last post of the night)

Cedare peered out the door after Morgan, doing what elves always did. She hid against a wall, running for cover to the next broken,shattered buildings while Morgan walked straight forward.
Cedare zigzagged some more, then confirmed it was safe and dashed towards Morgan again.
"I smell a lycan." She mutters to herself, but keeps walking.

Morgan laughed and shrugged, "Why should you be worried about it? He hasn't done anything to you yet has he?" She kept walking and almost started to skip. She thought better of it though because it might set Cedare off and she didn't really want to do that do her. So she kept quiet as they walked and the only sound was the crunching noise under their feet. "Dear Cedare it isn't bad here....I haven't gotten attacked in well....five years." she laughed and shrugged slightly. "Well......other than this one elf but that was only because I started running from him and he thought I was trying to go and circle around back on him." A soft giggle left her mouth and she did then started skipping; the white curls around her face bounced with each time her feet hit the pavement. Her dress was made of very soft materials that were layered over her short petticoats; they all swished against each other with soft air between them. Her shoes were simple black flat strap-overs that didn't make the strange squeaking noise most shoes made.