The woman awoke from the dream with a ragged breath and a cold sweat upon her brow. The nightmare still tainted her mind's eye, the feel of Victoria's deathly cold touch still wrenching that taught tummy into a horrible little knot. It was a terrible emotion to overcome the young Bradshaw and it left her sick. However, before the nightmare could fully subside, the remembrance of another vampire tickled her loins. It made things low in her stomach tighten and that face flush in a totally different manner. The sweet caress of Marcus' power was also present that night; it chased away the graveyard chill with a warmth of lovers. Lillian sat up right in the bed, smile upon full tiers. Those bright blue eyes turned to gaze at the sleeping Tiger next to her. She loved the man and everything he was but yet, there was a tug at her heartstrings that belonged to someone else. Deep down Lillian felt guilty for feeling such a thing... but it was there. Embedded in that heart was a place reserved for the Master of the City; the other night proved it.
Careful to not rouse the sleeping kitty cat Lillian slipped out of bed and began to dress. She had been thinking about the walking Adonis since that night, always meaning to pay him a visit. A glance to her bedside clock revealed it was almost five in the morning... Surely, dawn would be coming and he would be tucked safely away in a coffin somewhere. The woman, in a pair of khaki Bermuda shorts and a simple burgundy tank top ( shiny cross was left dangling in the open ), decided that today she would pay him a visit - even if only to drop something off. The now blonde Lillian tugged those golden locks away from her face but alas, those side swept bangs escaped from that dangerous scrucnhie. She carried her shoes in one hand and purse in the other. The woman tiptoed around the bed and down stairs where she would slip into those white wedged heeled shoes and out into the morning sun. A glorious hue it was - a mixture of browns and golds and yellows. It was a moment of admiration before Lillian entered her Jeep with a silent prayer uttered between those full lips that it would wake the still sleeping Colin.
She drove into town; searing for a flower shop that was opened this early. After a great adventure that took nearly an hour in itself, Lillian found just the shop! The visit was a quick one, not even fifteen minutes, and she was back in her Jeep - heading toward the Light House when all of a sudden! She remembered something! Rather angry with herself above all else, Lillian made a quick detour to the local bakery to pick up some goodies. She would have baked them herself if she had not been in such a hurry to get to the Light House. Alas! The woman made it in one piece. Deliveries were left on the front door step with a note for each.
The stop at the bakery proved fruitful and bountiful. There was a large assortment of all kinds of yummies tucked into a basket of sorts. One of those gift baskets that they already had prepared, but nonetheless looked delicious. All sorts of chocolates decorated the pre-made gift basket. Even looking at it would make one's mouth water. The simple word, "Enjoy" in a blank white card kissed the top of the basket. It was for those with an insatiable appetite.
In a delicate hand-blown vase (with curves to simulate that of a woman) was a bouquet composed of orange tulips. So carefully picked out, in a variety of sizes and shades but all of which were orange. Wrapped around the "waist" of the vase in a cream-colored ribbon was a card to match. It read in an aesthetically pleasing bubbly cursive that proved hard to read once there was an actual attempt, "For the bright and sunshiney Shakti. May these make you smile the same way you make others smile."
Then, in a simply elegant vase was yet another bouquet. This time, the flowers were of the bluest shade - a blue so true and clear it rivaled midsummer's sky. The Flower Shop storeowner said they were Forget Me Nots. It tickled the petite Bradshaw's tummy the right way and thus! She could not pass up such a flower. There was nothing more, nothing less. It was an understated elegance about the bouquet and the presentation that it did not need other flowers to attract the eye. No, it was beautiful all on its own. Just as the curvy vase there was a card tied to ribbon about the neck of the slender vase. In that same bubbly cursive, "Marcus - I could never forget you, Lillith."
Rather content with herself and her presents the great Bradshaw bounded off the steps and into her getaway car! She wondered when they would stumble upon their presents, hopefully not too late - she feared the sun would wreak havoc on such pretty things. Off into the sunrise Lillian would drive... Surely, it was time to go to work about now, right?
