It was pouring rain, but that didn’t stop Lauren from making the long walk up to the Coven Castle. It had been almost a year since she simply left; personal issues that required her attentions elsewhere. In the back of her mind she knew that Constantine would be less than thrilled with her sudden re-emergence, but in the front of her mind she didn’t give a damn. It wasn’t the first time she disappeared like that, this just happened to be the longest. If anything, she figured he should just be glad she even bothered to come back…it only proved where her loyalties lie.
Entering the giant main doors, Lauren stood there and glanced around. It was empty, as she expected. She always had enjoyed returning from her little ventures unannounced, it meant no one would be there to question or lecture her about where she had gone, about how it was dangerous to just run off like that without informing anyone, about how it was selfish…
Yes, it was selfish, but sometimes people just needed to be a little selfish and take care of there own damn selves for once instead of trying to cater to everyone else’s own damn needs. Not that Lauren was ever usually one to do that, but she had her moments. She could be supportive if need be, but right now, she simply did not want to answer to an inquisition.
The red head simply let the large doors fall shut on their own will, not particularly caring if they made a loud noise or not. Maybe in the back of her mind she did want people to know she was back, see if anyone gave a damn about her being gone in the first place. She would never say anything of that sort out loud, but perhaps it was just another one of those little thoughts that flitted into the front of ones brain before returning to the back, never to surface again.
Glancing around it appeared as if hardly anything had changed and somehow, everything had changed. Gone almost a year and yet it felt like she had been gone almost a lifetime, a very odd feeling indeed. After living so long, time felt slowed down, yet by being gone it felt like so much had passed. Taking a deep breath she started wandering further into the house. Lauren had been walking in the rain, her soaking wet shoes making a squelching-squishy sound with each step she made; her hair and clothes clinging to her. Perhaps to anyone else in her situation they would be cold and shivering, looking for the nearest fireplace. Perhaps she would too if she could feel anything at all. She was just numb to it all.
But, on further exploration it seemed that perhaps the place wasn’t empty. There was a fire going in the parlor. Usually a fire wasn’t left going unless there was someone there to enjoy it. After all, no one here would be clamoring for its warmth, it was purely aesthetic for the vampires. Lauren didn’t even bother to look around and see who was there, she simply knew that someone was there, who it was, didn’t matter to her. “I’m home,” she said softly, practically a whisper as she simply stood there in the parlor doorway.