Thaddeus' POV
I look down on the honey tan skinned young lady in front of me, a feeling of sorrow coursing through my undead veins. After only being near her for a few moments, it is like I want to be around her for the rest of my unliving life. Having looked into her eyes, her beautiful, but dull, gunmetal blues, I feel drawn to her. But it is her scent that is most mouth watering. With everyone here, excluding vampires of course, I could only smell their blood. But with her, it is only the scent of rose buds and lemon. An odd combination, but, when it comes to her, it works together.
I look down at her outfit, not having moved my crimson orbs from her eyes and face since walking up to her. Her dress, unintentionally, matches my suit. The long, dark red puffy dress with a thin black fab
