Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own Moonlight, nor am I making any money from this, though I'm certainly having fun playing with the characters. No infringement intended.
Warnings: None in this one.
Summary: Coraline was a young vampire once.
A/N: Written for Champagne Challenge #159: Seven Lines, Seven Sentences.
This one is part of my mental canon for Coraline. It vaguely touches on elements mentioned in a couple of my other fics, One Acquainted With the Night and Lady in Red. It's also related to my other seven-sentence fic, Demoiselle. It's not necessary for you to read those to understand this one, but I hope that you will.
As always, I thank my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ who is the source of all inspiration.
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A Midnight Stroll
1745
“You’re still adjusting to the change,” her Sire had told her just a few days before, “and everything will be heightened, including your emotions.”
Anger, he had said, would be especially potent, but as she strode through the darkened streets of Paris, all she felt was elation, her new senses making everything sharper, clearer, and - ironically, she supposed - more alive.
“My lady,” a voice called when she had stopped to gaze at the silver moon hanging low in the sky; she turned to see a carriage a short distance away and recognized the Lord inside.
“It has been far too long since I’ve had the pleasure of your company,” he continued, pointedly opening the door, “and I would be honored if you would join me this evening.”
She almost snarled at his insolence - it had been a command, she knew, not a request - but insistent thirst made itself known on the heels of her anger, and she paused thoughtfully.
Her thirst…it could be sated easily enough.
Coraline smiled a slow, fanged smile and started for the carriage.
Fin
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A/N: Thank you for reading, and of course, please let me know what you think!
-Laughter
Revenge is sweet! I wonder if the Lord will live through this little encounter. It could go either way... 
but somehow, I have a feeling he won't. 
