"No, thanks for helping me," She spoke and the vampire could barely breath,. "If you hadn't come when you did the ending result may not have been too pretty and not just for him, for me as well," How long had it been since he'd hear her voice, centuries. Why now? He could never tell when she'd come back, he tried, he tried waiting for her, he'd searched and searched, counted the years, trying to find her when she came back, but to no avail.
She was here now. Standing right in front of him, gazing up at him, like she'd down in every life, the same way, with wonder. It pained him so to know that he was not worthy of her gaze, but he knew not that she saw him, spoke to him, she wouldn't let him go. He could try to push her away, he had once, when she was the Lady Adelaide, he'd tried to keep her away, but she found him flagged him down on her horse.
Gods, did he love this woman.
She turned back to him after speaking with her coworker, her sigh brought him back to the present, one of which he wasn't sure was real. He dreamt of her all too often.
Well, I'm going to go take that break now. Feel free to follow behind if you'd like,"
The vampire blinked, and a slow smile crept across his lips.
She'd said those words to him before, different context, but the same.
"I'm leaving now, Knight, feel free to follow behind if you'd like."
His commanding Lady Adelaide....He was as helpless to her call then, as he was now.
He took a step and she walked on, her stride was confident, as if she'd knew he'd follow. It almost made him wonder if she'd remembered. She never did, and that was good, he was glad for it, if she had, she would run away, screaming. He was a monster, lest he forget.
That thought stopped his movement. He couldn't do this again, he could walk away right now, and surely she would come looking for him, but he could hide, it was easier to hide in a metropolis like this, Salem was small, and the Kingdom was large, but he was a knight, and the forest....Gods the forest....Why was she cursed to do this again? Fall for a man who would only bring her demise... Why? She'd not lived long enough to earn such a curse, so why must she suffer.
He felt his feet betray him as he walked toward her, instead of away.
"You fool..." He thought to himself, until he found her, leaning against the wall casually, her slender legs teasing him, the ridiculous uniform she wore tanatlized his thoughts, and his mind drifted back to all the times, they'd shared each others company, he could still remember the taste of her skin, the feel of her hands against his skin, the sound of his name on in her whisper.
"So what's your name Savior?" She spoke, mercifully bringing his thoughts back to the present.
"Lie."He told himself, yet his lips found only the truth.
"Schuyler," He said smoothly, though he cursed himself inwardly. "Schuyler MacKeltar He said, the hint of his Irish roots touched his words as he spoke his name. He'd long since lost his emerald twang save for when his name.
"Might I ask yours, Milady" He pressed his lips in a thin line at the mistake, but played it off with a soft smile.
He knew her name, three of them at least, he knew her rank as well, she was more than a common barmaid.
He wanted to tell her that, he wanted to kiss her knuckles for the Lady the she was, as her name spanning centuries, displayed.
Hopefully, she'd take it as some sort of playful banter.