Late one night... Elysium

She almost never graces these halls with her presence. Too many memories. Or perhaps not enough. More like it's the fact that from day to day, she is often unsure of how much time has elapsed since last she wondered. She doesn't like the formalities that many other Kindred seem to enjoy.

Rain's steps carry her through the Elysium haphazardly, the halls strangely empty. A frown touches her lips as she pokes her head into the parlor. Hidden gaze passing over the bulletin board, a niggling curiosity settles in her mind and she crosses the floor, ragged skirts whispering her presence.

On Behalf of...

Ah... wonderful. Someone's in trouble. Well, at least it wasn't -her-. Her gaze sweeps down the notice.

...kindred known as Livia...

A pale gold brow arches above the sunglasses. "Who's Livia?" The words are softly spoken, pitched for her own ears alone. A shrug of darkly clad shoulders and her mirrored gaze sweeps lower. And freezes.

To th' stuffed shirts o' Manchester...

Oh...

Here's a hint: it's th' twenty-first freakin' century. Try pretendin' th' Ren-a-sance is long over an' join th' rest o' us corpses in the modern age.

My...

~Molotov

God.

What little color there is drains from her face as Rain lifts a gloved hand to pull the sunglasses from her whiteless blue eyes. They fall from nerveless fingers to the floor unheeded as she lifts that same hand to trace a finger over the burn mark in the paper. "Mol..."

Stumbling back from the board, Rain, turns, ashen and confused. Her legs are like wood as she moves gracelessly from the room, seeking to get out as the walls close in around her. It can't be, her mind says, over and over like a mantra. He's dead...

Rain nearly falls down the stairs then tumbles out the door into the cool night air. She runs, then in a sudden blur, her body shrinks, changing form until she takes wing, a small golden furred bat fleeing into the sky. I can't feel him. The bond's gone...he's dead.. thats the only way...

She feels lost. Alone. Out of kilter with everything she thought she knew. More alone, knowing that she needn't be...yet... would he really care? Without the bond to tie them together? Did he think she was dead too?

Peeling the dark gloves from her hands, Rain slides clawed fingers into her hair, palms covering eyes. She stays like that until the sun rises, forcing her deeper into the shelter where she sinks into a nightmare filled sleep.