Introduction
London, England, 1889, the ending of the Victorian Era. It is the city of life, well known for its lavish parties hosted by the rich and the urchins that scramble the streets. It is a time of wealth and dignity, where proper young ladies are required an escort and young males come to court those they desire. Fun and games, fun and games.
What many people leave out about this regal period was the creatures that also dwelled with the humans, the creatures that still roam on the earth till this very day. There is a secret society of a race with an unknown origin. They allow few outsiders into their secret world, and those that are enlighten are fated to die. It is their blood, human blood, that has allowed this race to survive throughout the years. Unknown to much of England, Vampires roam the streets.
Many wonder how this ancient race is able to function from the shadows. The Vampires have taken precautions to secure their identities. With their age and time, they have secured a small, or large, fortune for themselves allowing them to join the elite in London society. To remain hidden, many of them also have multiple estates that they relocate to with every new generation to conceal their ageless virtues. They attend the lavish parties and are familiar with the proper protocols of society to appear nothing more than a member of the elite: money, manners, and morals.
Many have come to respect the humans, some come to laugh at them, thinking of them as merely entrees to hunt and enjoy. Some feel that eternal life is a gift, others believe it to be a curse. The Vampiric society has its own system of government located beneath Big Ben where the Elders give their word. And their word is law.
All of the vampires know that they walk a fine line between the shadows and the light, one wrong move could set everything ablaze. What will happen if one of the vampires of the elite begins to feels drawn to a human girl? Will he sacrifice the balance and reveal himself to her? Or will his bloodlust win control of his actions in a senseless slaughter?
The Elder's Laws
• Humans must remain ignorant to our existence.
• All disputes will be brought before the Elders for a civil trial.
• You may not, under any condition, create a new vampire without consent from the elders.
Vampiric Nature
• Some vampires live together in "Families" or covens to give a sense of community. Others prefer to live alone.
• Holy water, fire, crosses, silver bullets, and sunlight may harm a vampire.
• Many vampires are gifted with supernatural abilities. These tend to increase with age.
•A vampire will have heightened senses, speed, and strength.
• They do not necessarily sleep in coffins. Beds are preferred.
• Vampires can consume mortal food, but many tend not to since it provides no nutrition. Alcohol, however, is a good way to "fit in" with the mortals at a party. It is very difficult for a vampire to become drunk, but it is possible after an excessive amount.
• A vampire must consume blood a minimum of once every three days. If they do not, they will slowly begin to decay.
• To create a new vampire, the human's blood must be drained completely. In the moment of their death, the vampire must feed their own blood to sire the new creature into the world. Most of the Sire's blood must be feed to the vampire in order for the exchange to work properly. More times than not, the timing is missed and the human dies forever. This process is extremely painful for both the human and vampire/
Roles
Human (Female)- Emmaline Hallows played by RainWish
Vampire (Male)- Aaron Blackmoore played by Something?
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Eventually Emmaline found the strength to rise from bed to dress and bath before departing on her way for the remainder of the day. She lived alone in a tenant housing meant only for single women. Each female had their own study and bedroom while sharing a common living space and kitchen on the lower level. The rent was low, the conditions poor, but it was enough for the simple girl to get by with. Her room was spars, a desk and couch in the study and a bed with a single nightstand in the sleeping quarters. Her earnings from The Rose were barely enough to support herself, but she has no idea of where else she could go. Her dreams were to travel the world as a famous musical, primarily on the piano. Tabitha was quick to point out that it was exactly that, a dream.
She found herself wandering the streets, the busy chatter comfort to her awakening mind. As dusk approached, the went to open the tavern for another night of business. Tabitha and John were already there. “You’re late, girl,” Tabby hissed from behind the counter.
“I’m sorry, Auntie. I had some errands to run before work. No one is here yet, so I assumed-”
“Oh, just get to work, girlie,” Tabby snarled. It was obvious that Tabitha resented Emmaline for the burden that raising the girl after her mother’s death. Emma, on the other hand, felt only love and gratefulness toward her aunt and uncle.
“Yes, Auntie,” she said softly, smiling as she grabbed a rag and began to dust the room clean. She lingered over one piece of furniture in the room, her hands light on the delicate wood. In the tavern’s corner sat the only piano that Emma had touched since her mother’s death. She would practice on it daily, a request that Tabitha had no choice but to obey. The sweet music and Emma’s voice drew many costumers to the tavern when she took a break from serving and collecting orders. She was both the entertainment and only waitress of the tavern, able to spread herself thin to preform both tasks. For her love of music, it was well worth it. Although, it was no surprise she was exhausted after a night’s work.
She smiled as the first of the men began to trickle in after their own day of hard work, her nimble hands playing out the last of the chord before parting from the ivory keys and rising to meet the costumers and take their orders. She sighed softly to herself, gazing out as the moon glowed softly in the night sky. It was such a lovely night.
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"No use in reminiscing..." he whispered to himself. Aaron turned and stepped back into the room, the girl who had spent the night with him was gone, but her perfume still hung in the air. He dressed himself in his exquisite clothing and made sure nothing was out of order in the room. With a satisfied smile he walked out the door and onto the street. The woman from last night had escaped his fangs only because he had fed the day before. It seemed easier to avoid feeding, when other... attractions presented themselves. He closed his eyes for a moment before walking down the street at a casual pace.
"Coins for a beggar?" a man asked in a raspy, old voice. Aaron hardly noticed him but handed him some coins from his pocket. It didn't matter. He could just as well have given him the full contents of his wallet. The young man had a fortune at his disposal, but he was still good at saving his money.
"Much obliged sir!" the man said and bowed deeply before walking away, crooked and broken.
Fortunately, I will never end like that. he thought and smiled a wicked smile.
The working people were going off to join their friends and co-workes on the taverns and inns, scattered across London. One in particular caught Mr. Blackmoores' attention though. He stopped for a while and sniffed, savoring the scent in the air. Not of food, but of women. Perfume. Blood. He stepped towards the tavern, and headed inside. Only a few people were there now, but more were bound to come. A woman - an angry looking woman - stood behind the counter and welcomed him. That was a welcome, right? Aaron dismissed the thought and flashed a smile at her, ordering wine and food for himself. He seated himself in the corner of the tavern, where the light wouldn't quite reach. Only half his face was illuminated when he leaned back. He closed his eyes, waiting for the meal. The scent of a woman caught him. He turned his head slightly, savoring. Young. he thought, making out what kind of person she was, before he looked at her. The young beautiful girl walked across the room, greeting the customers. Aaron frowned. He would have enjoyed being greeted by her.
Aaron followed her with his eyes, leaning back into the shadows, only half his face visible.
She was exquisite. Beautiful. Beguiling. Attractive. Young. Aaron couldn't help his stare. He had always posessed the ability to lure his prey in with only his eyes, and could seduce women with this. He smiled again and hoped to himself that she would be the one serving his meal. This was what he 'lived' for, if that was what he did. At least, this was what made him hunt. The thrill of it, the sensation of holding another person's life in your hands. Or fangs.
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Emmaline laughed playfully and pushed away from the strong grasp of the man, sliding off the edge of the piano bench and gracefully to her feet. “Ethan, go get yourself settled, I’ll bring you your usual.” She smiled, squeaking slightly as Ethan playfully lunged for her again. He was a few years her elder, tall with blonde hair and brown eyes. He was a faithful regular to The Rose, as many customers were, but it could be said that he came for more than simply the food and entertainment. He had a crush for Emma, a fact known well enough to many of the onlookers. He would be a good husband for any woman; charming, hardworking, and he had just finished his apprenticeship as a merchant. However, Emma felt something was missing from Ethan. She did not love him, nor did she accept the ideal that love could be learned. It simply was as plain as that. She was waiting for the one that could take her away, knowing what true love looked like from the memories of her parents.
Emmaline smiled as Ethan took his seat at the table closest to the piano for when she returned to play. The tavern was filling quickly so she did not see the dark haired man enter. Nor did she pay attention when he claimed the table in the corner of the room, away from lighting and gleeful conversations. Emmaline instead submerged into the friendly chatter of the room, sweeping from table to table in light conversation with the men while refilling their mugs and stomachs with laughter and meal. She enjoyed her job, more so than the greedy owner Tabitha who remained behind the counter counting the profits from the night already.
An elderly man sat alone in the center of the room skimming the headlines of the paper. Emma did not need to ask what his order would be. Mr. Owens was a regular for three years now, since the death of his wife from a sudden illness. He had two children of his own, both grown and relocated to other parts of England with their own families to look after. Mr. Owens was now utterly alone as his children had no desire to care for their elderly, widowed father. “Mr. Owens, how are you today?” Emma asked pleasantly, refilling his water glass.
“Ah, Emmaline, dear. What a surprise to see you here,” he said, his mind not always the sharpest. “Looky here, more girls have gone missing!” he said, pointing ferociously to the article he read. “Not a trace left behind. A few boys too. You should watch yourself, my dear. You don’t want to be next!”
“Oh shut up, Owens!” a man from a neighboring table moaned. “Those girls probably just ran away to join the circus, bored by their lives, or decided to get up and married. Don’t scare the poor girl.”
Emmaline laughed to the conversation, her smile never fading. It was true, that many young girls had begun to disappear, but she did not believe that anyone would even want to harm her. After all, she was just a plain, simple girl. “Emma!” Tabitha shouted from behind the counter, the only activity that brought her more joy than the money in her hands, “take this order before it gets cold!”
“Yes, Auntie,” she responded, excusing herself from the conversation and hurrying along before another scolding could occur. She paused upon seeing the wine and delicate food, confused by the selection. It was not a normal choice for the men here.
Tabitha smiled to Emma’s confusion, her fingers working quickly to point out Aaron in the corner. “It’s his. He looks like some wealthy lord that wandered in here. I told him everything cost twice as much as usual, so don’t screw this up, girl! If he figures it out, the rest of the sum comes out of your pay. Whew, look at that ring he wears. If I could get my hands on that . . . “
Emmaline groaned softly, uncomfortable with the way Tabitha was so quick to manipulate people and suck them dry. As she approached the table with the full tray, a shiver ascended her spine as their gaze connected. She offered him her best smile, not wanting to displease her aunt after everything Tabitha had done for her, despite how the woman treated her. Emma laid the meal in front of Aaron, uncomfortable to meet his eyes and yet drawn into their darkness and mystery. “Will that be all, sir?” she asked politely smiling to him. She had to bit her tongue to avoid mentioning the unfair price that was being charged. Although, from the way he dressed it did not appear as if he would miss the extra money. “If you need anything else, you can feel free to call for me. My name is Emmaline, Emma if you will, sir.”
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One man swooped an arm around her as she stood from the piano, and it was obvious that he fancied her. The ideas of how to dispose of him, if need be, already presented themselves in his mind. It wouldn't be a problem. It rarely was.
The old man, Mr. Owens as Aaron heard, said something about young girls disappearing. The vampire couldn't help smiling. More people were coming in and he observed each of them from his remote seat in the tavern. If he concentrated, he could hear their hearts beat. Even in here, where there were a lot of them.
Aaron smiled when he heard the heartbeat of the young man, Ethan, as he talked tp the girl.
The woman from the counter shouted again, and the girl hurried to do as she was bid. Aaron turned his head and listened carefully. All other conversations seemed to fade out, and turned to faint mumbling in the background. Only his own breathing, and the words between the two women were clear. She really was an angry old lady.
She'd been quick enough to figure out that Aaron had no shortage of funds, and she desired his ring as well. He contemplated giving it to her, but decided against it. He wouldn't want to be parted from it as it held a lot of memories.
As the young girl approached, he was clearly aware of her discomfort. She wanted to avoid his eyes but as any other time, she was lured in by them. Aaron kept his gaze on her though, careful not to bare his fangs just now. The food he was about to eat held no real interest for him, but it would look odd if he came into a tavern and didn't eat. Food, at least.
The meal was ridiculously over-priced. But what did he care, he'd pay for it none the less. Nothing was going to spoil his evening, and Aaron didn't need unnecessary attention. She put the food down in front of him and asked if that was all, but just as she withdrew her arm, he grabbed her wrist gently. Aaron smiled at her and stood up politely, he wasn't hurting her but yet controlled her with his own hand. The veins under her skin felt warm and pulsed with every beat of her heart. Her scent reached him and he breathed in silently. "Emmaline..." Aaron repeated. If his prey was easy, he could make women succumg to his will merely by his voice, and the weight of his words. He took one step closer to her, revealing his face so she could see all of it. "Thank you, for taking care of a poor soul." His hand found hers and he slid the payment of the meal into her palm, and closed it, smiling at the thought. Did he even have a soul?. Then his right hand found her pocket, and he slid an conciderate addition into it. All of this, of course, escaped the attention of her Aunt and Uncle. "And this," Aaron said in a low, intriguing voice. "Is in case she takes this out of your pay."
Then he bowed to her and kissed her hand, his fangs dangerously close to her veins. But he kept control and did nothing but stand back up.
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"Emmaline..." Emma stiffened as her name was repeated, her ocean eyes drifting up to find Aaron's black pools of mystery. She discovered herself nodding slightly, her desire to please him stronger than anything else that she had felt before. Her body relaxed to his calming voice, as if all tension and possibility of alarm had simply disappeared from her mind and she was underneath his control, helpless to whatever he requested from her. "Thank you, for taking care of a poor soul. And this, is in case she takes this out of your pay."
Emmaline felt suffocated as he pulled her closer to his own body to deposit the coins into their rightful places around her body. She was suddenly aware how charming this stranger was, his features elegant and posed unlike any creature she had seen before. Something about him reminded Emma of a wolf; cunning, graceful, and, above all, dangerous.
She blushed, her tongue forgetting all sense of language as he bent to kiss her hand. It was a gesture of a class higher than her own. The action, although unexpected, was pleasant to the rosy ting her cheeks now flushed in response. She giggled softly, her eyes once again surprised that although in the noisy tavern, they were utterly alone in the corner. She smiled, her body relaxed as he took a step away and she reclaimed her hand as her own. Without the direct contact, the spell cast over her lessened, although her interest in the man increased. She was confused at how the stranger could know about Tabitha docking her pay, but the thought was quickly pushed from her mind. "It is my pleasure, sir," she responded with a witty smile, running her hand through the few strands of golden hair that managed to escape her bun. "But, I fear I am at a disadvantage. You know my name, but you have yet to mention yours. Come, come. Fair is fair," she said, giggling as she leaned against the chair and smiled to him. "Or are you hiding from someone, this is not a typical stop for someone of your class."
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When he looked back up at her from he hand, she had blushed and smiled. The young man smiled back at her, careful not to show his fangs. Maybe they had showed for a second, but the absence of light would help him stay concealed. When he finally let her go and she took her hand back, Aaron nodded at her wordlessly. She was interesting this one. A lot of his victims would just give in at once, but this one seemed to have more wits and will.
The confusion displayed on her face as she wondered how he'd known about her aunt docking her pay, and Aaron couldn't help a smile. However short her confusion was.
"It is my pleasure, sir," she said with a smile, and played with her hair. "But, I fear I am at a disadvantage. You know my name, but you have yet to mention yours. Come, come. Fair is fair,"
Aaron smiled when she asked whether he was hiding from someone.
"Forgive me my manners," he said and looked her over once, and then found her eyes again. "My name is Aaron Blackmoore. At your service." he said with another slight bow.
Then he grabbed his wine and took a sip, nodding in appreciation, looking at her over the glass.
"And no," he started again. "I am not hiding from anyone." the lie tasted sweet on his tongue. "I prefer taking my strolls and have my...meals during the darker hours of the day."
Aaron Blackmoore smiled to himself at the joke, wondering whether she would understand, but doubted it.
"How is that a beautiful girl like yourself, finds herself waiting tables in a place like this." Aaron asked her and tilted his head. "No offence, it's a lovely establishment." he added, making sure she wouldn't take offence to what he had said.
He meant no harm.
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She smiled as he questioned her choice of career, her eyes leaving his with a heavy sigh as she looked about the room in sorrowful pleasure. It was a question that she was well accustomed to. Friends often asked why she bothered to work for a woman as bitter as Tabitha while her talent in music could bring her far. She had few answers that others found acceptable, but they were enough for her to live by. "I have little choice," she answered honestly, her soul bounded by heavy morals of right and wrong. "Tabitha may not appear to be the kindest woman, nor would I argue that her soul will ever shine," she paused, chucking as she looked to Tabitha who was now carefully portioning out the meals, careful not to give anyone a portion any bigger than the cent they paid for it with.
She sighed heavily and returned her gaze towards Aaron, a simple smile still warming her face. "When I was younger my parents died in a house fire. Tabitha is the only family I have left. If she hadn't taken me in, I would have been put in an orphanage or left upon the streets. I owe my aunt my life, or at least the life I know it as. I want to leave here one day, perhaps to travel the world for myself and perform my music, but for now I will stay here and repay the debt I owe to Tabitha. It is the least I can do. This old place is like my second home, my grandfather Rose opened it up and handed it down to my mother and Tabitha when they passed away. Mother poured her soul into this place, the Rose Sisters as they were called. If I don't stay for Tabitha, then I am staying for my mother. This place, and this locket, is all I have left of her." Emmaline smiled soothingly, wondering why she had felt to need to pour all of that upon this stranger she had just met. Perhaps it was her desire to know more about him that caused her to reciprocate the action. "Oh, please forgive me Sir Blackmoore, I do tend to ramble some times, feel free to shut me up whenever it becomes a nuisance."
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"At least you have a choice," Aaron said and winked at her, implicating that she could leave if she wanted to. But she seemed to feel bound to her 'debt' because her aunt and uncle had taken her in. The elderly lady was a cheat and didn't serve a meal worth the penny it apparently cost. At least, that was Aaron's opinion.
The girl started talking about her parents then in detail, and he smiled to himself. It had worked again. No one would start spilling things like that to a complete stranger, but as usual Aaron's personality had influenced her.
"I'm sorry that you lost your parents, my lady." he said and didn't smile now. His dark eyes were fixed on her and spoke the truth. Or seemed to at least.
Aaron reached out to touch the locket around her neck, his eyes locked on hers and begging permission. He looked at it and smiled, his bright teeth seemed flawless compared to other people.
"A girl like you would never find herself on the streets." he said in all seriousness.
Emma apologized for talking like that and Aaron shook his head. "Please, call me Aaron." he said and continued. "And please, I'd prefer if you didn't shut up."
Aaron smiled again and nodded at her, thanking her for the meal once more.
One feeling nagged him though. The sensation of feeding on her as soon as he could.. was missing. He knew that she was different, but not that different. Why did he feel the urge to know more about her? She was a human. There wasn't room for weakness or faith in humanity.
"Please don't let me distract you from your work, my lady." he said and gestured for her to leave, but not commanding. Merely offering. "Oh, but before you go." he added. "Would there be any chance of renting a room here?"
Aaron moved behind his seat and leaned his strong arms on it, brushing his hair back. Emma stood with her head in an angle where he had perfect view of her neck. His eyes widened for one short moment, but not visible to anyone. The vampire could hear the blood coursing through her artery, and almost taste the blood in his mouth. He looked down and swallowed once, pushing the sensation away. If he saved her for later and kept holding his urge to feed at bay, the joy would be even greater when he sunk his fangs into her neck.
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Immediately as Aaron released the locket, Emmas own hand flew up to meet the silver, clutching it tightly in unconscious habit. It still felt the same as always, he had not harmed it in any way. While Aaron spoke, Emma played with her hair using her free hand, releasing it from the bun and pulling to the side, ignorant to the mental turmoil that the simple action was putting Aaron through. She smiled, what need he would have for a room. "Are you a traveler, Sir Aaron ?" she asked, looking him over carefully. London was a city of wonder, it was not uncommon for the rich to come out and play with its grandeur. "As for a room, Tabitha does not rent out, it was hard enough for her to allow me a bed to sleep with I was still young. I know of a few local inns if you are in need of a bed. I myself stay in a renter's dorm a few blocks down. Family or not, there is only so much of that woman I can handle," she joked, her laugh sounding like bells. "Are you staying in London long? Perhaps if you have a free moment someday I can show you around a bit. Get an insider's perspective of the city," she asked daringly. Emma smiled, unsure what it was that made it interested in this boy. All she knew, was that she didn't care what it could be. He was most unusual indeed.
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When she asked about him being a traveler, he smiled and tilted his head trying to ingore her neck. That sweet spot he'd sink his teeth into.
"Let's just say that I'm not exactly from London. I've seen many places in this world." Aaron raised an eyebrow in thought. "Most to be honest."
He frowned when she said that this particular inn didn't have any rooms he could rent, but kept listening. She had revealed where she was living though. Only potential problem was, that there would be other people close by.
"Oh, so where is this dorm exactly?" he asked politely. "And I intend to remain here for a while, though I am new to the place." Aaron smiled his dangerous smile again. "I would love a tour of this splendid city."
If he could somehow lure her on an evening stroll, that would be his perfect chance. Provided he could push those thoughts about knowing her better, to the back of his head. She was prey, nothing more. At least, that was what he told himself.
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Emmaline smiled as he asked for the dorms and saw no harm in answering his question to the best of her knowledge. "The dorms to rent are simply just down the street to the left. Walk about five or six blocks and you are there, simple and easy," she replied, her confidence growing enough to look at him straight in the eyes. She twisted her skirt with her hands and looked up to him, a playful smile on her face accompanied by a warm blush. "I'll give you a tour of the city if you tell me stories about your travels. The world, you say? I want to travel so badly, it is the wish I choose ever time I see a falling star. Gosh I would love to see anything outside London. Especially Paris, yes, I would very much like to see Paris one day. Have you been?" She clasped her hands together in waiting for his response, hoping that he would accept her offer, or at least agree to tell a simple girl about his worldly travels. Nothing more could give her greater joy.
Emma paused from her silent plea as Tabitha shouted at her, the woman actually working in front of the counter for once. "Emma, you are not paid to chat all day. Come come, you have dishes to clean," Tabitha complained.
Emma turned her head to look at her aunt, nodding in acceptance. She was surprised to find that in her conversation with Aaron, most of the patrons had departed for the night. She had spent longer talking than she had first anticipated. It was almost time to close. She smiled softly and curtsied to the man. "I must go, Tabitha calls. I do hope we can continue this later, I desperately want to hear your stories," she said with a giggle.
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"The dorms to rent are simply just down the street to the left. Walk about five or six blocks and you are there, simple and easy," she informed him, and he smiled and nodded. Had he not decided to wait with her, Emma had just given him the most valuable piece of information. And it could cost her, her life. 4
Her face reddened as she spoke to him and her eyes found his. She played with her skirt in that way only girls like her could, and Aaron was drawn in. Got that? A vampire, drawn in.. by a human? Something deep inside him was twisting and turning. Aaron managed to keep his composure all the same, but he knew that as soon as he got back to the hotel, he would have to find an easy victim and then meditate on what was going on with him.
"I'll give you a tour of the city if you tell me stories about your travels. The world, you say? I want to travel so badly, it is the wish I choose ever time I see a falling star. Gosh I would love to see anything outside London. Especially Paris, yes, I would very much like to see Paris one day. Have you been?" the girl smiled at him sweetly. "I was born just outside Paris," he said and smiled. "As for your offer, avec plaisir." he said in French. "I will tell you everything you want to know."
Before they could continue their conversation though, the hag from the counter started jabbing about whatever and Aaron frowned slightly. Emma was called back to do dishes and not stand there talking to him, much to his displeasure.
"I will return tomorrow night," he said and bowed to her, kissing her hand one more time.
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Unlike before, Emma did not flinch has he took her hand and kissed it. She blushed softly, a warm and shy smile presenting on her face. "I will hold you to those memories, Sir Aaron. And I would like to see you again soon, talk with you is much better than the illiterate chatter of the townsfolk." She smiled, her breaths soft and even while speaking with him. She hoped that he would remain true to his word and return, she desperately wanted to see him again. Before turning to leave, Emma paused in hesitation as she glanced at his platter of untouched food. "Was the meal not up to your taste? You've only had a few sips of wine and are already planning to leave," she inquired with interest, hoping that she did not fail in pleasing the man.
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This time she allowed him to kiss her hand without feeling any discomfort. Aaron on the other hand, again felt the pulse of her veins underneath her skin as he touched her.
"Please do!" he said and smiled at her again, flashing a glance around the room at the people leaving. Some of them were stumbling out the door, one of them being Ethan, the man who fancied Emmaline. Aaron looked at him for a second as the man leaned against a wall, and silently wished that he wouldn't be a nuiscance.
"A gentleman stays true to his word," Aaron said and bowed slightly to her, with a nod of his head.
In the same moment as he was to turn and take his leave, she commented on his full plate. Aaron froze for a second and then narrowed his eyes, slowly turning around. As he looked upon her face, his own was a smooth and calm composure though. "I fear I have neglected other things that require my attention," he said and smiled apologetically. "I am sure the food is delicious." he added and pointed to the plate. "When shall I..." Aaron paused and shot a glance at the drunk Ethan who was now making his way towards him. "Free you, from your duties." he said, but before she could reply, Ethan had interrupted.
"Yes! Tell the lady why her food isn't satisfying to a Lord. Is it too filthy in a place like this? Is that it?" Ethan said and pushed him drunkely.
Aaron stood where he was though, and grabbed his wrist in a single fluent motion. "Please," he said and looked at Emma for a second. "Before you embarrass yourself."
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At this simple statement, Emma's small frame rose slightly to his invitation. His words implied that he wished to see her again tonight. Emmaline bit her lower lip in wonder to this thought, her body twisting slightly in childish awe. The back of her mind warned her to be cautious, that she knew little of this man and what she did not know should be feared. She chose to ignore these thoughts, however, her mind already pulling a list of places to visit and questions to ask. She could feel herself becoming giddy, an emotion that had not festered itself inside her for many years. In her distraction over Aaron, with her ocean eyes fixed solely upon him, she did not notice Ethan lumbering towards them until it was too late.
Although he was a honest, hard working man, Ethan believed that Emma was the one he would one day marry. He was possessive over her, easily angered when drunk by any man who crept too close to her side. The attention she gave to Aaron infuriated him. Ethan drank in anger, a dark cocktail when the prize was a lovely maiden to take as his own. He had all but proposed to her, simply assuming that Emma was his for the taking. She did not have the heart to tell him otherwise.
Emmaline opened her mouth to respond to Aaron in excitement. The tavern would be closing in only a few hours, obvious by the few remaining customers inside its walls. Before she could speak, another voice cut through: "Yes! Tell the lady why her food isn't satisfying to a Lord. Is it too filthy in a place like this? Is that it?" Ethan said and pushed him drunkely
Emma's eyes widened to Ethan's outburst. She had forgotten he was still here. Emma gasped, her hand covering her mouth as Ethan threw the first punch. Aaron's smooth motion was difficult for Emma to capture as it occurred so quickly, his speed inhuman. "Please," he said and looked at Emma for a second. "Before you embarrass yourself."
Emmaline looked to the men with large, frightened eyes, unsure how to react. Ethan was undeterred by Aaron's intervention as he continued to struggle inside the vampire's grasp. "Who are you to come in here like this?" Ethan shouted, his words blurred by the toxic of alcohol. "What do you even want here, to take my Emma?"
Emmaline blinked as Ethan attempted to break Aaron's grasp and throw another punch. She ran forward and clutched Ethan's arm, trying desperately to make him stop. "Ethan, this isn't right! You are drunk, just go home and get some rest. You don't understand what you are doing," she pleaded. "Aaron did not mean any harm." She looked to Aaron, her eyes begging him not to harm Ethan. Something inside Emma told her this would be an easy task for the apparent noble.
Ethan looked to Emmaline, a scowl heavy on his face. "Aaron is it? If you're so friendly with him already, why don't you just go f-"
"Ethan!" Emmaline cried, horrified by his words. "Stop this now, you are acting like a child." Ethan groaned at Emma, ripping his arm from her grasp and slamming it down across her face. She gasped, stunned by the action, her eyes wide in teary protest. At this, even Tabitha and her husband came out from the kitchen and behind the counter, ready to break up the fight as a few men slipped away from the tavern.
Tabitha took Emma closely and scowled to Ethan, "You are not allowed here anymore, I've had enough of you!"
Emma's gaze flickered between Ethan and Aaron, her mind unfocused from the attack. She looked to Ethan again and shook her head. Unable to bare the sight of him any longer, she ran from Tabitha's grasp and out the door, not looking where she was going.
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Aaron sighed once and his grip around Ethan's arm tightened. The pain it caused him, made him break free of Emma's grasp - unwilling to hear the reason in her words - and hit her across the face. Aaron looked over at Emma and frowned. Who was he to come between him and his prey? Who was he to think he stood a chance. Aaron could snap his wrist with one hand and kill him as easy as snapping his fingers.
"You are not allowed here anymore, I've had enough of you!" finally Tabitha had come to aid and saw to it that Ethan was banned from her establishments.
Ethan seemed not to have understood what was going on, and stood there in his drunken stupor like an oaf, and tried to comprehend what had transpired.
Aaron grabbed him by his collar with his one hand, threw a few coins over to the innkeeper and said: "This is for the trouble. Sorry madam."
Then he pushed Ethan out the door and watched him as he landed face first in the mud. Aaron bared his fangs, but since the man was facing away from him, he couldn't see. As he picked him up and caught scent of his breath, Aaron frowned at the idea of feeding on him. His blood would taste dreadful; fouled by the alcohol.
"Leave now, and I'll let you live." Aaron whispered in Ethan's ear, making it all the more intimidating. Ethan trembled under the closed fist on his collar, and nodded slowly. He looked towards Emma once and it almost seemed like a tear was forming in the corner of his eye. Then Aaron released him and let him be on his way.
Ethan trodded off with heavy, uneven steps.
As if he had appeared out of nowhere, he stood in front of the young girl and lifted her face up by her chin. "Look at me," he commanded gently and looked at her face, with what was supposed to look like concern. "It'll be okay." he said and tried a smile, careful not to let her see the fangs. It was a thing he had to do often since his personality commanded him to smile a lot. "If you want me to, I'll make sure he never...troubles you again." Aaron's black orbs fixed on hers as he said it, his voice cold. "Are you alright my lady?"
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She looked up as Aaron held her firmly, her eyes watering with confusion and uncertainty. Ethan, although always troubled when he drank in malice, was a kind hearted man when seen as himself. Emma did not know why she could not bring herself to accept his offered. The only thoughts that made sense was that she was needed by someone else. But who? She could not say, wondering if her own stubbornness would lead to her downfall. And loneliness.
"Look at me. It'll be okay." Emma tilted her face up to Aaron's command, her eyes glittering on the verge of tears. His smile warmed her slightly, bringing comfort to her breaking heart. "If you want me to, I'll make sure he never...troubles you again." Aaron's black orbs fixed on hers as he said it, his voice cold. "Are you alright my lady?"
To this, Emmaline shook her head forcefully, the action difficult from his firm grip. "No, please do not hurt him. He didn't mean to attack you, he was drunk. Ethan is a good man, but I should have told him before that I have no intention of being with him. I am all right, or at least I will be after tonight. I do not think it will bruise. I'm sorry you had to see that, Aaron. Ethan has been frustrated with me for awhile, you were just the easiest target to take his rage out upon."
She sighed and removed his hand from beneath her chin, clasping his softly between her own. She knew that it was proper to release his hand immediately, but something kept her holding on for another moment. He wanted to comfort her, an action that not many men would take the time to do. She was surprised to find his hand so cold, wondering if he was ill in any way. But, with his strength that he had displayed, that was doubtful. "Aaron, did he manage to harm you in any way? I hope not. And please. . . Call me Emma." She smiled to him, her eyes drying slowly. "And thank you for not harming him. Something tells me that you could have very easily." Emmaline looked up to him, gazing into his black eyes. She was curious as to what secrets could lay beneath them.
Hear head turned back towards the tavern, Tabitha watching the pair with interest. The woman sighed one and shook her head softly. "Emma, go take the rest of the night off. Your uncle and I can clean up here. Get some rest," the woman barked, a hint of compassion hidden beneath her tone. "I don't want ya breaking anything because your head is screwy."
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"No, please do not hurt him. He didn't mean to attack you, he was drunk. Ethan is a good man, but I should have told him before that I have no intention of being with him. I am all right, or at least I will be after tonight. I do not think it will bruise. I'm sorry you had to see that, Aaron. Ethan has been frustrated with me for awhile, you were just the easiest target to take his rage out upon." she said in that gentle tone of hers, and sighed. Then she removed his hand and took it between her own, but didn't let go. By the look she gave him and the words she spoke, Aaron knew that she wanted the attention and care he was showing her. Not many would do that like he had.
Too bad it would only lead to her demise. But not tonight. She was interesting, and Aaron saw no harm in playing with his food for a while. Toying.
"Aaron, did he manage to harm you in any way? I hope not. And please. . . Call me Emma." She smiled to him, her eyes drying slowly. "And thank you for not harming him. Something tells me that you could have very easily." she said with a smile. Aaron returned it. "No, he didn't." he admitted and held his head up. "Emma," He nodded in understanding. "I know he's a good man, but that was no way to treat a woman such as yourself."
A better man than you'll ever be. his mind went.
"I have a feeling that you can expect a sincere apology within the next few days." Aaron said with a slight smile.
Tabitha called out. Aaron had noticed her standing in the doorway of the tavern, looking at them. She told Emma to have the night off. She looked to have compassion in her eyes, but was quick to hide it with her tone.
Aaron focused on Emma once more, the smile gone from his face. "I would see you safely to your house, if that is what you prefer." he offered and gestured towards the street.
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Her mind went back to the article that Mr. Owens had shown her in the tavern as she considered Aaron's offer more deeply. Girls about her age were beginning to disappear during the midnight hours. Perhaps it would be best to accept Aaron's offer. With him as her escort, Emma could return home without fearing every unidentifiable sound that clattered about the empty streets. But still, she did not want to inconvenience the man more than she already had.
"You said that you had some matters to attend," she reminded him softly, recalling his excuse for abandoning his untouched meal. "I fear I may have already made you late for them. I would hate to inconvenience you more than I already have." She smiled, although she offered for him to escape her presence, she took his gesture of the street and began to walk towards her dorm slowly, waiting to see if he would choose to follow or depart. "The night is beautiful, not a cloud in the sky, wouldn't you say so Aaron?" she asked simply, her eyes glancing over to him. "The night has always fascinated me, more-so than I should care to admit. What about you? Are you a night owl or a morning dove?" she asked innocently, turning her attention towards him.
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"The night has always fascinated me, more-so than I should care to admit. What about you? Are you a night owl or a morning dove?" Had she any idea what she was asking? The girl was so innocent that Aaron could see it shining out of her eyes, and after a moment of recovering from the apparent amusement it caused him, he gazed upon her eyes yet again. "Night owl." he said and winked playfully. "Definately a night owl."
And she will never know the meaning of the words. Aaron's mind went.
They walked along the street and Aaron looked at the moon as well; it really was a beautiful night. "What about yourself?" he asked her and shot a glance in her direction, before scouting the streets again. Would she like to go home, or did she feel same enough to go on an evening stroll with him? Aaron hoped so. She was beguiling to a vampire, in the sense that her innocent mind made her all the more interesting. Interesting and... tasteful.
Aaron made sure that their pace was even and slow so that they didn't cut their little walk short, and he would get to spend more time here. He offered his arm to her, and let her take it.
"You said the night fascinates you." the look he gave her, made his eyes glow for a mere second. It wasn't always something he could control. No vampire could. See, when they transformed, their eyes changed as well and the pupil gained a more gold-ish color at night, behind the blackness of Aaron's own. Only the moonlight made it noticeable. "How so?"
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Emmaline smiled to this comment, not considering any sinister plot behind his words. After all, she enjoyed the night herself. She felt herself drift closer to him if possible, finding that she was tempted to rest her head upon his shoulder. She decided that the later action would prove inappropriate and resisted the desire, only allowing herself to enjoy his presence as it was. "I fancy myself an owl," she admitted softly, tilting her head towards the sky and allowing the silver rays to strike against her face. "Although, it is a common comment for men to call me a dove."
"You said the night fascinates you. How so?" Emmaline lowered her chin to look at Aaron, her face dropping in puzzlement as his eyes reflected golden for a moment. It reminded her of a cat stalking its midnight prey or a dog out on a night stroll. She shook her head and laughed at her own misjudgment, knowing that it was impossible for human eyes to reflect the light in such ways. She sighed softly and hugged his arm tightly in thought. "I feel that there is so little known about the night. In the day, the sun reveals all there is to see. But at night, the shadows come out to play with our minds and fears. Take this street for example, I walk it every day to go to the tavern and I feel safe and sound. But once the moon rises, it is as if the street has changed completely. It is exciting, not knowing what may lay behind any given ally. Then again, if it were not for you I would also be frightened of what could be out there. Not that I believe in those things," she added quickly with a shy smile, not wanting Aaron to think she was a fool. "Although, I must admit I still wonder some days what could be out there."
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"Oh?" he asked in surprise, raising his eyebrow when she proclaimed herself an owl of the night. He hadn't expected that, and he was such a good judge of character. "I can see why many might take you for a dove." Aaron said and nodded in thought. She raised her face to the light of the moon, and it seemed like she was radiating the light. As if her soul amplified it. Souls are for humans.. You're not human. he thought and frowned. Whatever he did to hide his emotions, Aaron always felt something reminiscant to pain in his heart. If he had one. Hoping that she hadn't noticed, he quickly regained his composure and stared at her ats she lowered her face when he asked her. Did she see that? His eyes? Apparently not. Thank god. She hugged his arm again and spoke.
"I feel that there is so little known about the night. In the day, the sun reveals all there is to see. But at night, the shadows come out to play with our minds and fears. Take this street for example, I walk it every day to go to the tavern and I feel safe and sound. But once the moon rises, it is as if the street has changed completely. It is exciting, not knowing what may lay behind any given ally. Then again, if it were not for you I would also be frightened of what could be out there. Not that I believe in those things," Aaron could follow her and actually understood her point. Little did she know that he was the danger she should hide from. "Although, I must admit I still wonder some days what could be out there." Aaron smiled again, and looked her straight in the eyes.
"Yes, there is something out there that the human race doesn't know of. Or maybe we know of it, but dare not believe it exists." he said and winced at the word 'we' invisibly. He placed a cold hand on hers as if to reassure her of his good will and intent, but smiled on the inside. Yet, Aaron had made a promise. Not tonight. He looked her over and saw as the light of the midnight moon dancing over her dress. A memory struck him.
A ball in Paris. All the importants of the capital and surrounding lands were gathered, and Aaron Blackmoore was there as well. He had danced with several of the French young ladies, and enjoyed himself all evening. His father had been drinking heavily all night, and now decided that he would make a fool out of his son.
"You! Boy!" the big man shouted and came towards Aaron. The boy stood his ground defiantly and held his head up, ready for the punch his dad might throw. "You're no good are you? Have you yet engaged yourself with a girl? Have you educated yourself in any way? You're not a real man, you're a boy. You should stay with the women and learn knitting and tailoring. Stay in the kitchen with your mother, boy.
Aaron had smiled a wicked smile and looked his father straight in the eyes. "Coward," was the only word he said, and his father froze. Everyone in the room gasped and French and English, lords and ladies, nobles and servants had understood that one word. "What did you say!" his father shouted. He came towards him with a knife from the tables. He held it to Aaron's throat, but the young man didn't flinch at all. Men came rushing forward to pull the big man away from him, butas they did, his father flailed and the knife cut Aaron across the eyebrow. It didn't damage his eye, fortunately. But it left a scar.
His hand automatically went up to rub the spot where the knife had cut, and he narrowed his eyes at the memory. "You must tell me when we're at your doorstep," Aaron said as he pulled himself back to the present. "I wouldn't want to steal you... against your will of course."
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"You must tell me when we're at your doorstep," Aaron said as he pulled himself back to the present. "I wouldn't want to steal you... against your will of course." At this, Emma smiled mischievously, turning away from him slightly and glancing over her shoulder. "Oh, and what if it wasn't against my will? Would you steal me then, Sir Aaron?" She laughed purely and turned back to him, glancing to the apartment building regretfully. "We are here. It isn't much, but it's enough. Thank you for waking me home, I do hope to see you again some time." Emmaline grinned and stepped close to him, kissing Aaron quickly upon the cheek before turning to enter the front door. "Good night, Aaron," she whispered, giving him a small wave before slipping into the house and heading up to her room for a night's rest. She smiled to herself, gazing into her mirror in delight as she begun to brush out her long blonde hair and ready for bed.
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The young woman with midnight hair smiled to the man beside her. He was kind enough to escort her home. With all of the disappearances lately, one could never be too safe. She smiled to him tenderly as she choose a building hidden by the ally's shadow to claim as her own. In gratitude she leaned to hiss him tenderly, the man quick to respond in the chance of being invited inside for a night of pleasure. All was silent, until the man released a shirk of pain, his face growing pale as the woman slipped lips to neck, her exposed fangs buried deep into the soft tissue that one held a strong and powerful life. His shirk for release slowly shifted to mummers of acceptance, never understanding what truly happened.
Desary smiled, abandoning the man to be found in the morning. She hesitated, slipping a knife out of her boot and slashing the marks her fangs had made. One could never be too careful.She laughed, satisfied and full as she strolled through the town, her hair trailing behind her in the gentle breeze. Desary wiped her bloody mouth clean with the back of her hand, licking it clean in content. The scent of another creature of the night attracted her attention. She stepped quickly in an ally to watch the scene, noticing her old friend Aaron. Well, as much of a friend as a vampire could have. Desary held no emotions, her only goal in life to feed and pleasure herself in any way possible. She nodded in approval to Aaron's choice, noting the innocents of the pretty blonde woman that lung to his arm. Her blood would be sweet. Perhaps, if he had eaten recent, Aaron would be willing to share. She chuckled to this thought, watching the pair from her hidden view.
The woman kissed Aaron on the cheek, innocent and playful. And now he would grab her, preparing to skin his fang deep into her--
Desary blinked once, watching as the vampire did no such thing and the woman was allowed to return into her home. Alone. Alive. The she-demon smirked, shaking her head in disapproval. Slipping from her hidden shadow, Desary walked beside Aaron as he passed. She smiled, slipping her hand into his playfully. "What's this? The big strong Aaron Blackmoore is growing. . . sympathetic?" she teased her old acquaintance. "She was pretty, very pretty. And probably delicious. Be careful that someone else doesn't steal your prey first. Those humans are so. . . Fragile," she said coyly, twisting a strand of hair around her slender, pale fingers as she released a laugh.
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"Are you sure Ethan did not harm you?" she asked and had a worried look on her face. Emma had stopped in front of her apartment building and stood with her back to the door. Aaron looked at her and smiled, and nodded. "Yes, quite. As you can see, this is old." he said and winked. "Another story, for another time."
He almost jerked backwards when she touched him, but allowed it. His midnight orbs shone by the moonlight as he stared into her ocean eyes.
"Oh, and what if it wasn't against my will? Would you steal me then, Sir Aaron?" she said and had that playful smile on her face.
Aaron smiled and let out a low chuckle that seemed to resonate in his chest, and he bowed his head and nodded shortly. Then he lifted up his head and breathed deeply. "Oh it would be my pleasure to steal you away, if only just for a moment." he said and smiled. Or I might steal you forever...
He surveyed the building with his eyes and shrugged. She was going to be in awe when she saw his home, on the other side of the Thames. Then she stepped forward and placed something on his cheek...a kiss. A genuine kiss. Not one of those he gave to the women in his bed, but a sweet one. Innocent and kind. As she stepped away and into the apartment, Aaron stood back and felt the burning sensation on his cheek where her lips had been. He stood for a moment as if in a stupor.
Keep your mind right, she's clouding it with her innocence and her playful smiles! Wake up. he scolded himself in his head.
The scent crept slowly up his nostrils and registered in his brain as he took the first few steps along the street, and right after that, Desary slid her fingers in between his. "Aah," Aaron said and smiled at the seducer at his side. "You." his voice was cool and controlled. She really was a seducer. What man in London could resist her? Even Aaron couldn't. His only comfort was, that he was stronger and older than she was. The more years, the more respect. "Now, now dear. There's no harm in playing with your food. Allow me my childish pleasures!" Aaron said and raised her hand to kiss it. "If anyone steals her before I can get her, and I mean anyone, I will kill them too." Aaron said and frowned at first, but then smiled wickedly. His eyes reflected golden again as he shot a glance in her direction, letting his eyes wonder.
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She frowned at Aaron, deeming her almost protective over this human girl. It was not right. Prey was prey, but to fight over a human? Even Desary would not stoop that low. After all, it was no challenge for the siren charm a young, lively man into her chambers. Any would do.
She smiled however, her playful demeanor not tainted by his remark. She was curious as to what drew Aaron to savor the girl for another day. "Does your lunch have name?" she asked, her eyes shimmering with mischief. "Or did you not bother to find out? And playing with your food is all good and well until it goes rotten." Desary frowned now, her eyes catching his. She knew well enough that even vampires could not resist her lovely charm. Aaron was no exaction, a friend she had known many times. But tonight, something was different. He did not look at her in the same was as usual. The thirst less hunger was dim inside his eyes, a thought that Desary could not fathom. Her eyes flickered back to the apartment, wondering if that girl could have anything to do with this. No, that was impossible. What interest would Aaron find in a pathetic filth like her? Nothing. She was food, nothing more. Right?
"Well then, don't wait too long. This is a dangerous city," Desary cooed, glancing back at the apartment. "Just don't have a tantrum when your pleasures run out. We may have all of eternity, but she must still die one day. Be it your hands. . . Or someone else's" Desary smirked to Aaron, waving good-bye. "All of this chivalry has simply murdered by good mood. Au Revoir, Monsieur. Maybe later on we can play our own little game," she said with a wink, heading off into the darkness of the city. She shivered slightly, disgusted by the thought of finding pity on a mortal.
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