Henry's fingers clack across the keyboard as he types out an email to Abraham, the news softly playing in the background.
He needed some quiet time so he retreated to the old farmhouse in upstate New York for a few weeks. It was coming up upon a difficult anniversary for him even after centuries had passed he found himself missing Edeva and the child that could have been this time of year.
So he retreated he wrote, he thought... but he didn't cut himself completely off, that never did a vampire any good.
There is a bright flash and rocking boom from his partly wooded backyard, that make his eyes fly to the window cutting the email short. He pushes his feet into his sneaker and runs toward the crater.
He looks into the crater and sees the wreckage of a World One Era plane and a young man. He rolls his eyes to the heavens and wonders why these things always happened to him.
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He needed some quiet time so he retreated to the old farmhouse in upstate New York for a few weeks. It was coming up upon a difficult anniversary for him even after centuries had passed he found himself missing Edeva and the child that could have been this time of year.
So he retreated he wrote, he thought... but he didn't cut himself completely off, that never did a vampire any good.
There is a bright flash and rocking boom from his partly wooded backyard, that make his eyes fly to the window cutting the email short. He pushes his feet into his sneaker and runs toward the crater.
He looks into the crater and sees the wreckage of a World One Era plane and a young man. He rolls his eyes to the heavens and wonders why these things always happened to him.