Event Private Blood and Ghosts (solo)

Leandro loved parties and public events, he liked being around people, he did well in social settings. So he'd gone to the bonfire, passed through, said his hellos, smiled, but he quickly found himself drawn away by something. It was just a feeling, a pull of sorts, a tug at his soul, at his his vary core.

So the young vampire wandered deep into the woods, his enhanced sonar ability forming a picture around him. His footsteps echoing through his mind, magnified, like all sounds would be to him. This was world, he might be blind, but he could see the world like very few did.

The he stopped, a familiar scent his his nose, just a whisp, a scent he thought he'd smelt again. He sensed movement but no sound was made, the scent grew stronger, "A-anna?" There was no reply, just silence, more movement, no sound for his powers to pick up on.

"I'm sorry," he said, remembering what happened to her, the attack, the hunters. In truth, none of it had been his fault, but that hadn't stopped the guilt from settling in, tearing at his soul, driving him to push himself in everything he did.

Then, he felt her hand on her shoulder, she still didn't appear to his powers. He could smell her, feel her hand on his shoulder, but his sonar wouldn't pick her up. Leaning up, she whispered to him, a tiny voice that only someone with his level of enhanced hearing could pick up. And then, she was gone, the scent faded, not even a residue and he was left alone.

He didn't cry, even if a part of him wanted to, her voice, so soft yet strong, just as he'd remembered. No, he didn't cry, not then, despite the pain and the memories. The blood he'd seen and the ghosts of the past.