Post by ash on Sept 29, 2006 18:44:34 GMT -5
As ash placed his bags down on the wooden floor of the Ashton manor he couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity, it was strange that he had decided to build his new home here after all he had complained about last time he was in new York was how much he preferred England, but times changed and he kinda liked it here his friends after all lived here although he was a times cold and emotionless he had grow fond of his friends, even his slaves where considered family.
As his cold pale blue eyes looked around the manor he smiled walking into the lounge he laid on the couch this house was very nice in fact he liked the new manor a lot it had a lot of space, an underground armoury for his gun making and a ball room for his vampiric child Christine to sing.
Slowly sitting up he stood and walked over to his bags and removed his guitar and sat on the couch and started to tune it in, it hadn’t been played a lot since the last time he was in new York, as he started to play he looked around and let a slight smile creep across his lips.
The thought of smiling had a one time disgusted him but he was a new man so to speak he still had his doubts as to whether or not Alexander his split personality was completely gone or if he had once again buried himself deep in ash’s subconscious.
It was true his denial or Isabella’s death had caused him to cut him self of from his humanity even as his smile disappeared he couldn’t help but worry if indeed his bottled up felling had wished that monster into existence of if his own soul contained the darkness that he hoped it didn’t, he was trying to control his emotions to use them a little more each day, but he was used to his cold existence and the thought of change at times shook his very being.
Placing the guitar down he stood up his cold expression had once again returned and he kinda liked it, it was after all his way.
Grabbing the guitar and placing it down on his bags for one of George’s staff he sat down once more and waited for his brother to arrive.
As his cold pale blue eyes looked around the manor he smiled walking into the lounge he laid on the couch this house was very nice in fact he liked the new manor a lot it had a lot of space, an underground armoury for his gun making and a ball room for his vampiric child Christine to sing.
Slowly sitting up he stood and walked over to his bags and removed his guitar and sat on the couch and started to tune it in, it hadn’t been played a lot since the last time he was in new York, as he started to play he looked around and let a slight smile creep across his lips.
The thought of smiling had a one time disgusted him but he was a new man so to speak he still had his doubts as to whether or not Alexander his split personality was completely gone or if he had once again buried himself deep in ash’s subconscious.
It was true his denial or Isabella’s death had caused him to cut him self of from his humanity even as his smile disappeared he couldn’t help but worry if indeed his bottled up felling had wished that monster into existence of if his own soul contained the darkness that he hoped it didn’t, he was trying to control his emotions to use them a little more each day, but he was used to his cold existence and the thought of change at times shook his very being.
Placing the guitar down he stood up his cold expression had once again returned and he kinda liked it, it was after all his way.
Grabbing the guitar and placing it down on his bags for one of George’s staff he sat down once more and waited for his brother to arrive.