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︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵
Evangeline and Carlisle had decided to separate a few millennia after she had been turned. Carlisle had migrated to America to pursue higher education in medicine and find his soulmate, but Evangeline had remained in England, where she still resided.
It was a dreary and cloudy day, just like any other in England. Rhinitis, wind-driven rain tumbled down from the dismal grey sky and flowed down the fogged windows of Evangeline's sleek black hearse, something that she drove around as opposed to a conventional and quote-unquote "boring" car.
The scent of pine and fresh dew permeated the towering, fern-filled forest, creating such a tranquil ambiance that if she were human, she was certain she would be somnolent to the lullaby of tweeting birds and the orchestration of the quiet pitter patter of rain descending from the stars above.
Leaves swayed in the breeze and drifted along elegantly. The truck softly went over the English countryside's small path, headlights lighting the secluded route. Evangeline drove calmly while delicate, yet enrapturing, melodies flowed delicately on the radio.
She arrived at her delightful little cottage in the New Forest in the South of England. The subsequent town is 15 miles away given that she wanted to live in seclusion from humans in attempt to circumvent the impulse to feed on them. She hadn't once given in to the appealing temptation of human blood in her three hundred years of life; quite an accomplishment, if she did say so herself.
The outside of the cottage was a slightly faded bone-white colour, and the roof was thatched with dark straw. Glossy green ivy crawled up the ivory walls, grabbing and grasping onto anything in its way and embowered the rather picturesque and quaint cottage. In the front garden resided a ubiquitous amount of wonderful wildflowers in an array of brilliant colours.
Evangeline walked along the grey cobbled path littered with moss to her sage green painted front door and unlocked it. She moved to sit on her deep brown settee, pulling out her phone to check if she missed anything. Two texts and three missed calls from Carlisle, that was odd. Usually, he would text her but never call her, he knew how much she hated phone calls; this must be serious.
She went into their text messages and saw that he was coming over soon, it was of extreme importance. She closed her phone and went to place some blood bags into her fridge for when Carlisle arrived for she knew with no doubt in her mind that he would be running from where he currently lived - Forks, Washington - to the South of England.
