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Post by Vlad on Dec 9, 2008 5:45:40 GMT -1
He saw it then, a sort of haunting in her eyes that said this girl had seen things that most, thankfully, could not imagine. Sights such as those left their scars, though not visible to those who did not know what to look for. It was the type of scar that only those who bore the same type of burden would recognize.
She continued to speak, suggesting a lighter topic. He had seen Ms. Esme use a similar strategy, it must be a common thing amongst their generation. So different from his time where those with stories to tell, would tell them whether those around them wanted to hear or not. It was necessary, to bleed to poison from the memories. He wondered if society’s way of avoiding those things that troubled them was harboring any ill effects.
Rather than press the matter, he chose to answer her question, chuckling softly in appreciation of her joke. “He did well enough. He was an author, it is their nature to embellish and exaggerate so not everything was correct though the main points were left alone. After all, what more could an author ask for than the life story from the likes of me? A count, and then monster, for in those days I was a monster, a willing slave to my urges. The actual transformation from man to vampire was a bit less dramatic than it was depicted in his novel. I am not the first vampire, though I suspect I was one of the first. I am however the only one I know of with the ability to shed my human shape that much was accurate enough.”
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Dec 9, 2008 15:34:15 GMT -1
“Huh...” Autumn replied and nodded, “It must be lonely living so long, I think i would get lonely after a while, watching people die, fade away....I commend you on your composure, if i were you i would be an arrogant unsociable asshole..” She grinned and giggled lightly and gentle nudged against Vlad jestingly.
“Do you fancy going somewhere warm, I’m feeling the ghastly British weather is freezing the toes off my feet...” She said and shivered, “I live just round the corner..I mean...You’re welcome to have a coffee...do you drink coffee...I’m babbling...” She shrugged then laughed nervously.
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Post by Vlad on Dec 10, 2008 4:37:14 GMT -1
He chuckled lightly when she remarked that she would have been anti-social if she lived a life similar to his. "And what makes you think I am not?" He joked. In truth his life had a tendancy to become lonely for periods of time. He attempted to fill those holes as best he could with the council and his donors and it worked well, though he would always miss those he had lost over the centuries. His heart ached still for his beloved wife, long lost to him.
"Apologies, sweet rose, I must admit I have stopped paying attention to the state of the weather as temperatures no longer hold significance for me." He removed his jacket and offered it to the lady upon noticing her shiver. "I insist."
He laughed again when she mentioned coffee. "I enjoy your babbling, Ms. Autumn though I fear I do not drink coffee, my preference is a drink of a much richer variety." He would let her imagination take things from there, he held no doubts she would arrive at the rather obvious conclusion of his diet. He gestured with one long, pale hand. "Lead the way, I am honored by the invitation."
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Dec 28, 2008 15:09:07 GMT -1
They walked through the streets, down the old worn cobbled roads toward Autumns apartment. Every now and again Autumn would smile to herself as people walked past, unaware as to who was on the other end of her arm. If only they knew. She pulled the key out of her pocket and unlocked the front door turning to Vlad and smiling. Whether the story of having to invite vampires in was real or not she would be polite and verbally invite him into the building. Just in case.
"Come on in Vlad," Autumn said and waited for him to step through before closing the door behind him and lading him down the hallway and up the stairs to her apartment. Another key and another door Autumn pushed it open, turning to Vlad and gesturing for him to follow, switching on the light and throwing her coat over the coat hanger. Her apartment was a one bedroom small open plan living area with kitchen apartment. Big enough for her, though she missed having a garden, and room to escape.
"Please, take a seat," Autumn said and pointed to the red leather sofa, worn out and faded. She moved over to the kitchen area and opened the fridge, taking out a bottle of beer, pausing to look at Vlad. "I'm gonna feel rude unless i do offer...Beer?" Autumn scrunched her face up and shrugged.
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Post by Vlad on Dec 31, 2008 19:38:06 GMT -1
They walked the streets, weaving gracefully through the crowds of the blisfully unaware. Humans were entertaining creatures, ignorant while a creature of the night and one of their silent protectors walked arm and arm through their midst. Did Autumn envy them that ignorance? The vampire knew he did at times. Were there humans who envied them their knowledge? Surely there were two sides to every coin.
He smiled at the invitation, wondering if his rose was making sure he wouldn't walk into an invisible glass wall upon trying to enter her home. "Many thanks." He crossed the threshold, hearing her footsteps follow behind him. Another hallway wound itself before them and then they were at another door, he waited while Ms. Autumn unlocked this barrier and followed the woman into her apartment.
The vampire cast his eyes over the place where the leader of the fifth resided. It was simple though held the elegance that most simple things possess. Though his personal tastes were more gallant, he decided that he liked the small residence.
Vlad took the offered seat, smiling inwardly at the faded color of the sofa. A strange furnishing for a woman who undoubtedly spent their life seeing so much blood. One would think his rose would find the color haunting rather than decorative, but then obviously that one would be wrong.
He laughed, the sound like the ringing of low bells. "Rest assured, Ms. Autumn, I shall not doubt your hospitality. But truth be told, I find most drinks vulgar. My thanks, but I fear I must decline." He would not add what the darker half of his mind was thinking, that she had a drink to offer him, though it would not be found in a bottle. "And your home suits you, sweet rose. A simple, undeniable elegance"
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