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Talia stood out in the middle of the storm. Rain pounded down on her head and wind blew past strong enough to pick up her water soaked hair and clothes. There was lightening in the sky, some only barely missing the building she stood on. It was not the time for anyone to be, but she had a reason.
Who came flying from the distance, the red glow that only he had.
"Hello dearest," Vlad said as he landed.
She smiled, always liking when he was in his ghost form.
"You needn't have waited out here."
"But I wanted to."