The Spiros Family Line (Prisha)

Megara had Prisha locked tightly in her arms, she was speeding halfway across the globe. She needed to show Prisha her family home. Where she spent most of her vampiric life, she looked down at the person she was continuously growing feelings for. After all who would bring someone to their parents just for the heck of it. Megara held Prisha to her body close, casually stroking Prisha's hair. Once they reached the ancient Greek manor she sat Prisha down and kissed its cheek. "We are here. Welcome to the home of the Spiros." She said in her full on Greek accent. Before she could blink her brunette mother had appeared in front of the greeting them. "Greetings mother. This is the person of interest I was telling you about. This is Prisha Penhollow." Megara's mother looked as if she was still in her thirties as if she never truly aged, which was somewhat true. After they had their introductions her mother said she needed to take care of some business and would see them later. Megara tilted her head and said in a stern Greek tone "So what do you think so far my lovely?"

Prisha was happiest whenever he was with Megara. She was the light in his darkness. Yet right now he had no idea what was going on. He desperately clung to her. He buried his face in her arms. Within seconds he had decided that he did NOT enjoy this...whatever she was doing. He did not like this. He clung tightly and squeezed his eyes shut tight. He grumbled silently and didn't look up until the world quite literally stopped rushing by. He let out a silent sound of relief. Nuzzling her affectionately. He blinked and there was a woman. He gave a respectful gesture of acknowledgment. Never before had he felt so shy. He moved his lips in sync with his mouth. <The house is very lovely. I like how the lands around look and smell so happy.> He stated with echo voice. He stayed close to Megara.