I got this idea while listening to this song my friend has an obsession over.... Doesn't have to be romantic, but I am a fluffy/romance addict ill tell you that now XD
(PG-13 for language)

Plot: Wilhelm has been by himself since around 1800s because of vampire slayers wiped out the population of vampires, since then he wanted someone to be by his side. He observes girls from afar for a couple days and if he likes them he takes them to his place, (I'm still unsure where it is X.X I was thinking a Victorian type house in the middle of no where but i don't know XD) So far every girl he's brought there kills their self during the day so he couldn't stop them. He now is after another girl (me :3 or Sabrina. Still hasn't brought her to his place yet so be creative...>.>)

((If you don't like my role play please keep it to your self >.> I got feelings....))

My character
Name: Sabrina Walter
Age: 20
DOB: October 27th
Height: 5'4
Weight: 132 lb.
Occupations: Cashier at Flower Shop
Relationships: Single
Appearance/Picture:
(because its lot easier..I'm crappy with appearances ^^;)
Likes: Piano music, Poems, Baking, Romance films, Romantic Novels, Cats, & Red Roses
Dislikes: Religion, The past, and Burning what she's baking
Fears: Dieing painfully, Past, Being abandoned all over again, and Pictures of Jesus or the Virgin Mary
Hobbies: Baking, Reading romantic novels, Writing poems
Biography: She was the only child in a happy loving fairy tale like family but it changed fast, it all went down hill when they moved to Wisconsin(I really hate this place XD). her father had took her to the park when she was 6 years old and had a seizure, she sat crying for help for almost 3 hours until someone had came and called the ambulance. He had been long dead and was buried, her mother was truly broken after that, one day she dropped Sabrina at school and killed her self while Sabrina was in school. Sabrina was then left with her mother's sister, Jessica who took care of her until she got married to some rich guy who said that he never wanted kids where she was passed on to her father's sister, Mary who was a religious nut believing Sabrina brought misfortune to who ever she was around and forced her to believe it, she moved into a small apartment place by her self.

(As long as I can make jokes, this should provide some entertainment)

Name: Wilhelm Brewhiech
Age: ? looks 20
DOB: Oct 31
Height: 6'
Weight:190lbs
Job: Artist
Apperance: Skinny, tall, and short brown hair, going over his eyebrows and ears. Dark Green eyes. Wears a black suit and pants, without a tie.

Likes: Drawing, music, and shows, theater or otherwise. Dogs.
Dislikes: Most people. Being alone. Cats.
Fears: Although believes and follows ways of god, holy objects still hurt him.
Hobbies: Drawing.
Bio: Lived a long time, and really doesn't pay attention to his fellow man, due to being undead, hated, and humans have so much hate of their own. He's seen people come and go, and sometimes wishes he wasn't a vampire, such as when his dated finds out, and kills herself. Being German, he feld to America during WWII.


Wilhelm sat, eating a icecream bar, and taking notes on a woman he saw in a flower shop. Based on her clothes, all he could tell is that she liked cats. Oh vell, ve must all make sacrafices to obtain in life. He bit the bar.

((go ahead XD I'm going to assume its night time or at least mid afternoon :3))

She printed out the receipt giving it to the costumer, "my mother birthdays coming up, what kind of flower should i give her?" someone asked, "carnations are very pretty, although my mother loved tulips but i find many mothers love carnations.." she said which the man took her advise buying the carnations. the shop was pretty much cleared now, she decided checking out early wouldn't hurt anyone. She put the money in the safe and locked the door, leaving she begun to walk to her apartment which was only a block away.

Wilhelm saw her on the move." Vell, time to follow, am I really zhis creepy?" He thought for a second. He trailed behind the woman. He knew one thing, she had some connection to flowers. Zhis is going to be improvised at best. Wilhelm walked up behind her, tapping her shoulder. "I know you're off vork, but I have a question for you. Vhat vould you suggest for a flower zhat is almost vilted? I've tried a couple zhings, but zhey alvays die on me."

She shivered at touch and turned to the man, "um, well what type of flower are you trying to grow?" she asked curiously, "some flowers need more sunlight the others" she said thinking a moment, "take morning glory, they prefer sunlight all day and well balanced soil. Some plants are pretty fussy on certain things" she explained.

Wilhelm got her attention with the question, but continue the conversation without scaring her away. "I've been trying to grow roses, my dear. I'm glad I found an expert on zhe subject. Zhe best answer I've gotten in years vas to sing to zhem. It helps zhem grow, but doesn't keep zhem alive." Yes, keep complimenting her. Oh vait, does she hate kiss-asses?

"well, I'm not too sure on growing out door plants. But I've talked with people and they say that a common mistake people do is put them in a shady area" she said thinking a bit, "I could give you a couple people to talk to about it" she suggested, "although their numbers are in the shop, I could quickly run in and get them for you"

Wilhelm didn't think it was working. "Nein my dear , you have helped me enough, I zhink I know vhat happened to zhem now. Danke frauline-, actually, I never asked your name, how rude of me. Vhat is your name?"

"Sabrina" she said, "You never told me yours either?"

((wee writers block X.X))

"Nein, I didn't. Mein name is Vilhelm Brewhiech." He gently took her hand and kissed it. "It is a pleasure to meet you, and I'm greatful for your help. Farewell Sabrina." He walked away, thinking if he had a chance. I zhink a mixture of mein personality and zhe truth about me might screw me in zhe long run.

She shrugged the encounter off and continued walking home, "what was with the hand kissing?" she thought, "he was either raised like Amish or is very old fashioned, nobody kissing peoples hands anymore" she thought entering her apartment, it had been empty since her cat passed away, Still hasn't gotten over the fact either.

Wilhelm walked through the doors of his rather large house in the following day,. He didn't have it long, but it reminded him of the 1800s, so he took it. It was in the middle of the woods, and lakeside. Several rose patches grew next to the house.
Sabrina, do you like roses? He had lied about them. He picked all the flowers he could when it was turning dark. He bundled them up and made his way to town, hoping she was still working. He stopped outside, peeking inside. He walked inside, and up to the counter. " Guten tag, Sabrina...oh, is she here? A very smart girl told me how to save zhese roses, so I zhink she should have some of zhem." He held out the bundle.

The women looked at the man, "How sweet, Sabrina rarely gets costumers who give her roses. But she's off today and she won't be in until i think Monday. Want to take them to her yourself?" she asked bringing out a binder, "I shouldn't be doing this, agaisnt policy to reveal employees locations but Sabrina would be happy, her little kitty died not to long ago and she's been kinda depressed since" the women explained then writing down her address, "she should be there" the women smiled.

-At Sabrina's apartment-
She looked on Paper view for a movie that interested her, being it was before Christmas everything had Santa or snowmen on it. She sighed popping in some romantic movie from her stack of video tapes. She went to the kitchen to make her self some popcorn, she opened the window and watered the little window seal flower garden. Hearing the microwave beep she turned and got her pop corn out and sat down infront of the TV watching Simply Irresistible. ((last romantic film i watched X.X))

Wilhelm smiled at the woman. "Danke, alzhough going to her door, it vould seem a little strange to her how I vould get her address vithout her knowing. Maybe I should try saying "a little birdie told me"." He walked to the adress, the night seemed so beautiful. How do I do zhis, hmm? He found his way to her door, hearing people talk about him. "Who's that for?" and such. He knocked a couple times, hoping she was home as said.

She yawned and heard a raping at her door, "who on earth would that be?" she thought to her self, and opened the door and stared a moment, "hi" she said a bit surprised. "How on earth did he know where I live?" she thought.

Wilhelm handed her the flowers. "I'm sorry zhat I came to your house so late, somevone said you might need cheering up. Zhese are straight from mein yard, for zhe girl who helped me vith zhem." He smiled. Maybe coming to her house vas bad?

She blushed at the flowers, "come in while i put my flowers in a vase" she said turning toward her kitchen to find a vase. "I how the heck does he know where I live though" she kept thinking putting her flowers in a vase and entering the living room, "My place is sort of a mess" she said.

Wilhelm was surprised with the response. "Vhy, such hospitality, danke my dear." He followed her in, hearing about her room comment. "Nein, zhat isn't a problem, you should see mein house, artvork scatzered about, dusty, I haven't even ventured into some rooms yet." He looked at the tv and the house around. Hmm. She likes love stories. Vith all zhis kitchen vear, she must like to cook. He watched her walk by a window, her hair and eyes shining in the moonlight, and took a picture of it in his head. She is beautiful under the moon. Wilhelm realized he was staring, and had a bit of a red tint to his normally white face. "Do you like zhe color red?" He said as he was thinking it.

"yeah, red and white." she said, "want something to drink? I got soda, lemonade, and milk" she offered, ((she forgot blood XD)) looking in her fridge. "I also got cookies I made last night in the sweets container" she said. She learned the hospitality from her aunt Jessica.

Wilhelm did like sweets. "Ja, please. Danke" He took a cookie from the container. He drank it with some red soda, telling himself it was sugary blood. "Zhis tastes very good, you're a great cook." She reminds me of someone... He wanted more, but he didn't want to seem like a glutton. He looked away from her, realizing he was staring again. He noticed a piece of paper on the table, rhyming words and such were written in a form of a story. "Did you write zhat?" He pointed at the piece of paper.