Lysander gave a rare soft smile as he leads her to the back of the house. He hardly ever smiled to anyone anymore and when he did they were cold, menacing, or even dangerous. He blinked away those thoughts and glanced Betty. She wasn't scared of him and for that he was thankful. Then again, the daughter of werewolves wouldn't be scared of much, he reasoned. He almost hoped that one-day they would get along.
The garden was something he had worked on for a few decades now, those first couple years had been a disaster, but he had mastered it and was very proud of it. ”It’s just around the corner.”
Betty nodded. She had no idea where she was going . He could be leading her to the woods to kill her. But whatever the reason when she was with him she felt safe, like nothing could hurt her.
The garden was beautiful, full of plants that bloomed in both sunlight and in the dark. ”I have not had the opportunity to show this place to many people, but I come here often.” He chuckled lightly as he took a seat on a marble bench in the center, ”Sometimes I sit here for so long that if anyone did see me they would probably think I was a statue.”
Betty sat doown beside him not saying a word just looing at the garden in pure Awe, After a few seconds she managed to speak "it's beautiful" she said.
You’re rather pretty yourself. He nodded looking at her. ”It is. It's very peaceful as well. I do have some pictures of this place in the sunlight. Though you're welcome to come here anytime you would like.”
"So I grew up with werewolves and over time I got bit scratched" She said pulling up her sleeve to show her bite marks.
Lysander smirked a bit, revealing her the prominent fang marks on his neck. ”At least yours are only scars.” He knew the marks were fairly unimpressive, every Vampire had them, but he felt inclined to let her see them. ”You have no reason to worry. I have no intention to bring this upon you.”
"Every Full Moon I go to the lake and read It's the only time I can hear my brothers anymore" she said.
Lysander sighed, and let her talk. He was one of the very few vampires that didn't have a conflict with werewolves. Part of the reason he agreed to this arrangement. ”You are very lucky to have siblings. You are the youngest of twelve, correct?”
"Yes and the only grl" Betty said with a sigh. "My mother was human she died the second after giving birth to me she never even held me No one has" Betty said didn't tell anyone this story but she felt she could trust the vampire before her.
Lysander raised a brow at Betty's confession. ”I would have thought that you would need to fight your brothers off with a silver stick to get some time alone.”
Betty craked up laughing "Silver has no effect on werewolfes it's called wolfsbane that's thier weakness" Betty said Her laughing had died down to giggling anyone who asked always said silver.
”Ah. It seems I know less about them than I thought.” Lysander smiled at hearing her laugh. It was a nice sound, even if it was at his expense. He didn't really mind, though, he was hard-pressed to remember the last time someone was comfortable enough around him the way she was.
Betty smiled lightly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her blue eyes gleamed in the moonlight night making her eyes pop.
If he was still human, he would have sworn that his heart would have stopped at seeing her eyes right now. ”You have a very nice smile.”
Betty blushed but hoped he hadn't seen her from the darkness "Thank you" she said.
Being a creature of the night, the dark had no effect on his vision but he didn't comment on her flushed skin. Lysander simply gave a very small smile and nodded. ”It suits you.” he replied. He really wasn't good with small talk. ”Let me know when you would like to go inside. I can literally sit here for hours.”
(Is this in a modern setting or historical?)
Betty sighed "I like the dark it calms me" Betty said "My Mother used to say without darkness Light cannot shine" She had never heard her say that of course but evryone else said that was her fsmous quote" It was like my Father was the darkness and she was the light" Betty Finished.
”Very true. And without the light, the darkness cannot be seen.” Lysander agreed. ”Your mother sounds like a very smart woman.” Perhaps you could be my Light. He bit his lip to keep from adding that thought and embarrassing himself so soon.
She sighed " I wish she was here I could use her advice somedays" Betty said.
”I am sorry for your loss.” he offered, unsure of what else he could say. His biological parents had died a very long time ago, some days he had a hard time remembering them. Though he wished he could completely forget Charles. Lysander barely held back a low growl at the name.
Betty looked at the moon her blonde hair seeming to sparkle in the moonlight.
Lysander closed his eyes and focused on his unnecessary habit of breathing. He may not have really needed to breathe but it was unpleasant when he went without for too long or when it was uneven. He needed to push aside those damned memories and try not to scare the young woman next to him.
"Do You have somewhere I can sleep I'm very tired" she said.
He nodded, ”Of course.” he stood and offered her his arm, like the old fashioned gentleman he was… Most of the time.
(So I have A crazy idea she comes from a family of mythical creatures it would be wierd if she didn't have some kind of power so…. she has visions she can see bad things and good things that happen she can also see in the past)
(Awesome power idea!!! I’m for it!!!)
