It had been along time since Karl had visited his kindred family spending all his time on the treasures of his new career were causing him to tour his music, his whole operation of keeping his race a secret was so well thought out, and the fact that his music was more popular then rock related would never cause one to believe he was a child of the night along with the constant video shots and interviews that were filmed during " daylight ". Feet tamed in Black Adidas sneaks with three white strips down the sides pulled him out of the large limo, before noticing the silence of the streets. Body sleathed in baggy gray cargo shorts, black belt wraped around the straps of his shorts to keep from falling down to his ankles, And that was definitely an important commodity especially from the way Karl wore his clothes. Being a star ment he was forced to dress like a mortal. A tight-fitting white tanktop clung around the contures of Karl's frame, usual ribbed texture, the tank top edges rested just above the silk cheetah print boxers. His 2 inch long champagne colored hair was mixed with mocha tints, the curls were tamed with gel in many spikes above his head. his walk was more like a flow as he tracked towards Mark's haven. It had been a month or two since he had seen the malk, His hands slid up the edge of the door as he reached for the handle and slipped his body through a slight opening, cat-like agility pulled his frame through the shadows of the area, He didn't wish to wake anyone since it was nearly sunrise he expected his lost lover to be in slumber. He finally reached the room where mark was sleeping and silently apporched the bed. His knee lifted to the bed as he climb on an empty side and leant his body downward, placing his lips on the surface of mark's cheek kissing him softly. Tears rolled down the egde of his cheek , trailed it's way down near his lips and landing on mark's cheek. He could hear mark's body suddenly being startled so he pulled his body away backing up until he reached the edge of the window. He leaned on his palms that were firmly placed on the sil as he pulled his legs up bending them into his chest as they too rested on the sil, as soon as the lids of mark's eyes opened the toreador had already leaped leaned back hurling his body down to the street, feet saved his landing for they broke his fall in a perfect cat-like manner. Mark leaped from his bed and walked towards the window but by that time Karl had disappeared from sight leaving only a tear until he could visit another time.

((awwwwww....:( sad

((*sniffs sadly* A kindred rockstar? Hmm...wouldn't it be suspicious that after like 30 years the rock star is exactly the same?' I mean mortlas won't think he has the One Ring or something... (One Ring=Read or watch Lord of the Rings)

(( he might not be a popstar very long plus he could mysteriously disappears like marlynn munroe ))

((I always wondered if she was a mystical creature... must have been a toreador with really good sunscreen.... or she found some good tomes...