Khalea has risen out of the rather large bed given to her by Sorrow, with a feeling of dread throught her body. As she got up from the deep purple sheets, they made little noise against the old Underground lair, but probably enough for sorrow to hear. which didnt really matter anyway, she knew that he would hear her breathing and come, but she got up and reached for her clothing defiantly and began taking her own off. As she slipped on her usual plain white dress she began to actually notice the color of the wall, a dark maroon shade, a seemingly ironic shade of maroon. Khalea looked down at her arm and what she could see of her chest and made the comparison. Perhaps sorrow hadnt ment to stick her in the same-shade-as-her-blood room, but she forgot the irony and began pulling on the jacket sorrow had given her, and icky shade of green, but surprisingly warm, and it smelled of him, when he didnt smell of blood. Khalea walked over to the mirror and began evoulating her purple eyes. 'not much to see, and nothing left to be' her sad little thought left her thinking 'is this what i really want? do i want to feed a vampire until i die and grow old while he stays young and will eventually stop loving me?' sorrow filled her life, the actuall meaning of the word as well as the effect of the being himself. As Khalea reached for her compact she realised that she had but a bit of anything left with her. when she came with sorrow origionally she had supplys and a happy heart to find him, but now she was down to barly able leave her bed from loss of blood, and almost out of makeup. Her face was extremely pale, the sun had not shone on her for a while in a long time and her hair ran down past her face in wild lengths always finding its own direction. Khalea threw on some of her simplest makeup, barly shading her eyes a deeper shade of brown. As soon as her eyes where the respectable shade she wanted, Khalea began throwing on some coverup on her neck, removing all sighns that she had ever been bitten or that anything out of the ordianry was occuring. But as she closed the tube she began to feel weaker than usual. Khalea grabbed her bright white vanity and began decending twoard the ground. As she fell, the wind was nocked out of her and she landed on the floor her face colliding with the hard wood flooring, and her hands spread around her to try and help catch her fall, uslessly.

Khalea stared into the eyes of Sorrow and began thinking of things in a new light, if Sorrow had evaded the same thought she had of him, he did a good job of showing it. Khalea looked into the loving eyes once more, catching her breath and got up. "i am fine" she brushed off the floor and staggered over to her favorite corner of her room and began brushing her wayward hair, as Sorrow walked over to where she was with ease that she could not match easly. "i donot think as you do, please tell me what you are thinking." Khalea asked as Sorrow pried the brush with ease from her hand.

" i heard your feet scofle, and i came to help you, you keep thinking that i drink your blood, but i dont your just geting lazy and you stay in bed all day" sorrow rolled his eyes at her but smiled lightly "i think it is time for you to meet tow new people to join us."

It was when Fuoco was done braiding Lacrimare's hair that they finally heard Sorrow telling them it was okay to come up.
"Finally" Lacrimare said to her sister as Fuoco laughed.
Fuoco and Lacrimare climbed the ladder till they appeared into another room. They looked around before looking back at Sorrow.
"So what happened to those other people?" Fuoco asked
"Yeah, we smelt them so where did they go?" Lcrimare asked

Khalea stared off into her walls thinking of the new persons that she was giong to meet, "what will they be like? Will they like me?" Khalea wispered to herself silently, her first encounters with a non dinner being would have probably been more exciting had Khalea not thought that Sorrow was acting a bit strange, had he been eating enough? he was showing her to the outside world, something she wanted and got, but was kept in the Underground lair often, but on her own will, always. But Sorrow had never wanted her to actually meet someone before. Khalea was still wrapped in her thoughts of Sorrow and these mystery perrsons when she heard a rapping on her door. Getting up to open it, she wished that she had comed her hair once more, but proceeded to open it anyway.
When the door opened it revealed two women, both rather slender, and very little to tell them apart with, both where sorta unhappy looking straight ahead at Khalea, and Khalea only looked onto the eyes of both the girls. The only way that Khalea could attempt to tell the two apart was that one had her hair on a braid, scrambled quickly, and the other had messy hair fallen behind her face
"er.....hello... you must be Sorrows guests." Khalea said with a shaky smile.

"err hello there" Khalea said looking at the two girls with a forced smile. "and i can see that you two are.... sisters?" Khalea smiled a forced smile. "calypso, why are they here then?" Khalea stood near Sorrows chest but didnt bother to look away from the two girls, they had a aura about them, good or bad, it was definate that they did something or knew something, but Khalea could not read their minds with Sorrow in the room.

"Of course we're sisters" both girls said in unision
"Calypso?" Fuoco said confused
"I thought your name was sorrow?" Lacrimare said as she turned to Sorrow. Then she noticed the look on the other girl's face. "What's wrong? You afraid we'll eat you?" Lacrimare koked as showed off her canine teeth before getting a hit on the head from Fuoco

Khalea quickly covered her mouth. "i-i-i ment to say sorrow..." her voice trailed off. Sorrow began looking at Khalea, worry on his face.
"who is calypso?" he grabbed her shoulders and stared her in the eyes. Khalea looked away and began staring down at her now interesting floor.
"ive been having my dreams again, and this time he told me his name." Khalea said like it was something to be ashamed of, not taking her eyes off the floor.