Vayne watched as men in his pub threw punches at one another. He was content and a little frustrated. He wanted something more than his life as a nothing pub owner. He stood there thinking of the times of his past, there terrible memories came flooding back to him and Vayne drew a shrap breath and stood straight. The flashbacks of her little hands, her small voice, and her glistening eyes was to much for him to bear. He turned and punched the closes person next to him and turned away as the man he hit fell to the ground. He felt anger in himself, the rage began to grow, his nationality was coming out within him. He felt his fist beginning to tremble, until he could no longer hold it in he yelled out and jerked around….. then there she was walking in.
She looking so much like Lilya but it was not her. He looked at her light gray eyes. Something in him told him she was interesting and he could not stop looking at her, even when she stood looking at him. Finally he realized he was staring and he averted his eyes. She sat down and Vayne caught another glimpse of her while he yell at everyone to calm down. When they did Vayne watched the woman, he definitely knew she was interesting and she would give him the adventure he waited for, for a very long time. All he had to do was wait… for now.