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She'd awoken that next eve alone in the hallway, a puzzling thing since she remembered another being resting here, a man if her memory served her well. Stretching out her upper back and shoulders, L slowly rose to her feet and inspected the area around her. Sure enough she was very much alone in the cursed hallway, the only sound she could pick out was the soft echo of chants which resonated through out the ancient place. With a soft shrug of her shoulders Lucina felt it would be best to return to the chapel area to see if he'd returned to there, maybe over looked her in her hiding place. She almost floated as she exited the hall via the door she'd once entered, and immediately she was hit with the smells of human flesh, sweat and blood, and incense which lingered like ghostly fingers in the air. Being of her age, the Thirst did not grip her as it did her sons, and made it so she could go nights without feeding. Thankful she'd fed the night before, Lucina made her way back into the chapel, soft click of her boots on marble and stone announced her before she was seen.
It was in the chapel that she sat once more, listening quietly to chants and prayers of those who sat in the front benches. It was an idle thing to do while she looked for the man, someone she could figure out. A second scan of the room told her that he was not out there either, causing L to growl a bit at herself, she shouldn't care at all where this person went to. She was about to stand up and leave when she heard a woman's voice praying, asking for forgiveness before she disappeared through the large wooden doors. At first Lucina paid her no mind, it wasn't her problem; that was until she heard a noise beyond the doors. First she thought it nothing more than her imagination, but as she listened closer she could hear the soft cries of a kit. That was disturbing enough to bring the vampire out of the chapel and into the snow in order to investigate further. Once in the snow she could see the pale pink blanket half buried by the mounds of white pillow like snow, that woman had left her baby to die.