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Love Lost Eternal.
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Julian Solomon [7] "I wish.... Things could have been different."
Charlotte Newcastle [7] "Sometimes I have these odd dreams, as if I was somebody else at some point. I wonder what it means."
Astrid Solomon [6] "Father has been in so much pain all these years, and Li's actions isn't helping. I wish I knew what to do, how to help them. But I feel so powerless."
Jordan Williams [5] "It would be against your best wishes to come to me for advice on family matters. I ask that you trust me on this."
Haven Blackwood [2] "The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies."
Liam Solomon [1] "Eternal life is not something that is a blessing, but it does not have to be a curse, either. My father doesn't understand this."
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"We all have scars from our past. But they usually aren't visible. But in her case..."
The girl ran up the steps in the vacant building, her breathing heavy, eyes wide. She was scared, her heart hammering in her chest. She didn't understand what was going on, or who was after her. She turned a corner, and met eyes with a tall, rather handsome figure above her. What she noticed most were his eyes. One blue, one golden. They were beautiful.
She remembered him as a baby, when he was born. The memory brought tears to her eyes. "Why? Why are you doing this, Liam?"
There was no answer to her question, only a step forward. So she ran. She found herself on the roof and clutched at her chest, her eyes terrified. She looked around, but saw only the empty darkness of the ground beneath her. She spun around when she heard him. Liam still didn't say a word, but only advanced. The last thing she could remember was a shove, and then she was falling.
The impact left her hanging from a rod, the sharp piece of metal entering her back and protruding from her stomach. Her eyes were wide with fear and a small trickle of blood trailed from her mouth. Liam looked down at her, nothing showing in his eyes.
Charlotte was dead once more.
Astrid sighed, brushing her hair behind her ears. Her ice blue eyes skimmed over the same paragraph for the fifth time. She couldn't concentrate, not when it was so close. In a year, the cycle would repeat itself and start all over. Her mother would die again, and her father would sink deeper into his depression. She hated seeing him that way, and nothing she had done over the last nine hundred years seemed to change that.
And then, two hundred years ago, her twin brother Liam had disappeared, too. It was bad enough that he had left. What made it worse was that he was helping her. Haven Blackthorn, the very woman who had started this entire mess. In truth, Astrid just wanted to go back to being a princess, when things were easy and she understood what was expected of her.
She sighed again with a scowl, snapping the book shut and angrily setting it down at the table. With a frown, she glanced over at her father. "Father, what do you want for dinner?"
Julian sat at the dinner table, his hair darkened in thought. It had been almost sixteen years since the last time and he had yet to find his beloved Charlotte again this time around. Time was running out. He could almost feel the curse at work, her slow inevitable death and rebirth approaching with him unable to stop it. For a man who loved as deeply as he, it was pure hell, something Haven most likely had in mind when she cursed them.
"I was at fault. Not them. Not her. I will never forgive you for this."
At his daughter's words, he looked up and smiled at her. His sweet, gentle Astrid. He smiled and placed at hand on her shoulder. There was no since in both of them being down.
"Let's go out. It's almost Mardi Gras again, isn't it? Yes? No? I still want to take my favorite daughter for a night on the down. I might even get to glare at boys who come too close to you," he told her with a wink.
Heidi's Hex Colour: #DB2645
Sabrina's Hex Colour: #00BFFF
Charlotte finished the last of her spaghetti and looked to her mother. "Can I sleep over at Sabrina's house tonight?" she asked, hopeful that her mother would say yes. The teen was planning on going with her friend to shop for the upcoming Mardi Gras celebrations. She had already bought a dress but was in need of a mask. Given that Sabrina lived in the French Quarter, a sleepover was the perfect excuse to get out. Charlotte knew that her parents weren't planning on attending the parade this year, opting for a night in of relaxing. She still had plans to go, but with a group of friends of course.
Heidi glanced at her husband before answering, "Alright, I'll take you over to her house after I'm finished eating." The teen thanked her mother and dismissed herself. A few minutes later her bag of clothes and backpack were by the door.
***
Charlotte hugged her mother before grabbing her bags from the trunk of their SUV. "Thanks mom, I love you!" She then walked up to Sabrina's front door, which was promptly opened by her blue haired friend. Charlotte waved to her mother before disappearing inside.
Once the girls were in Sabrina's room, Charlotte asked what their plan of attack was for the night. Sabrina shrugged. "We'll just go with the flow. We'll make our way around to all the shops I know that sell masks. Trust me, we'll find you something awesome." She grinned. She walked over to her dresser and held her own mask up to her face. "You like it?" Charlotte opened her mouth to respond, but Sabrina cut in. "Of course you do, it's great, isn't it? C'mon, let's go find you something as cool as this." The two girls descended the stairs fro the attic bedroom and left the house.
Charlotte was thankful that Sabrina could drive. Personally, she had meant to learn when she turned 15 but just never did. There was always something else occupying her time. Sabrina pulled the car out of its spot and the two girls were off to find a mask. "Do you mind if we stop somewhere for me to get something to eat?" Sabrina asked, glancing at her friend. "My mom tried to make chicken of some sort and it did not go well."
"Yeah, that's fine," Charlotte replied. She chuckled. "So basically your mom has the same cooking skills as me, huh?" Both girls started laughing, though they knew the strawberry blonde was definitely the worse cook between the two. They continued to chat as Sabrina drove to her favourite cafe, intent on getting something that wasn't burnt beyond recognition.
A man clad in clothes not commonly seen from the current era was currently walking the streets with an expression full of determination. He knew his goal and he knew the risks. Were he to fail, dying was par for the course in this situation. Worse fates were even possible. Torture, humiliation, being broken beyond repair. Ah, yes, due to the nature of his mission, failure was certainly not an option. Success was expected.
Braving the crowds of Mardi Gras would not be a simple task.
Earlier in the week, Jordan had found himself talking to Logan, the one friend he had in this age. Logan was a friendly guy who was not put off by Jordan's eccentricity. Rather, he was probably attracted to it. Jordan attempted many times to get the guy to think he was strange, but perhaps because he too was strange, it never worked and ever since they met about a year and a half ago, they had been quite competitive with the most childish of challenges. At this time, Jordan made a bet that he could beat Logan in an eating contest, with the loser being required to follow the other's orders. Unfortunately, he had lost the bet and it backfired greatly. Knowing Jordan didn't have any true friend, Logan forced him to go make one. But not just any friend. He was asked to "Go make a girlfriend".
Jordan still didn't understand why it specifically had to be a girl, but he was a man of his word.
While he normally avoided such places due to having no interest in them and also partly due to a general dislike of crowds, Jordan visited a few bars on recommendation from Logan. His luck there was limited. Either he was avoided due to the odd choice of clothing and speech or because he was "too young". One older-looking woman seemed to be interested in him, but purely based on some form of carnal desire. She reminded him way too much of a kitsune, so he finally decided to give up on going to bars to find a friend. He remembered that it was really easy to deal with the few people who would actually listen to him instead of attacking him, long ago. What had happened? Times really do change.
So, now, Jordan found himself pointed to Mardi Gras, a festival of some sorts. Apparently, this was some party where you indulged in various foods, alcohols, and wore masks. To him, it almost sounded like a bigger version those balls he heard of when he was young that was open to everybody. Even though he was nothing more than a mere peasant, he always did want to try one of them. That being said, he never ended up trying to attend one due to the amount of people in one place, but since Logan had won the bet, he figured he could try his best to get over the fear, at least for a little while.
And that's why he was doing what he was doing. And besides, as Logan put it,
"You aren't doing anything better, anyways, right?"
Haven rolled the plastic beads in between her long fingers, gold eyes flitting between the parade displays. This city had quite the bustling nightlife, and with Mardi Gras only a day away, it had already begun to send out small displays. Sighing, the witch walked away from the winding celebration, stepping inside a quiet apartment building. She entered the elevator, checking the time on the number pad.She pressed the button that would take her to the eighteenth floor. She had business to take care of.
Entering the second room on the left, Haven struggled to adjust to the dim room. It stunk of fish and sulfur- the witch had no idea how he hadn't been evicted yet. She stepped forward, scanning the room, and froze as cold metal touched her neck.
"Not almighty, are we, Blackwood?" a hissing voice sounded behind her, the fish smell growing stronger along with the pungent stench of cigarette smoke. She rolled her gold eyes, turning the man's knife into dust before walking farther into the room. "I really hate what you've done with the place. And I go by Blackthorn now. Business reasons. You have it?" He scowled, his piercing reptilian eyes pulling away from her gold ones as he shuffled farther into the room. "Of course I have it, Miss Blackthorn. Or is it Mrs? I know how fast you move."
It was the witch's turn to scowl angrily as the reptilian alchemist pulled three decanters out from a kitchen cabinet. "I am remaining on my own for now. Besides, you'd just murder my spouse like you did last time. These are the right ones?" Haven finished, the inquiry trailing off as he nodded. "Paralysis, Healing, and my special. And really, the Duchess needed to go. Too snobby for my liking."
Haven rolled her eyes, summoning some of the money that this country used and depositing it in the scaly man's outstreched hand. "Until next year, milady." He said mockingly, disappearing through a door. Taking that as her cue to leave, Haven exited the room and blinked against the harsh sunlight. The alchemist might be a disgusting, wretched reptile, but his potions were some of the best and he was trustworthy.
Exiting out into the busy street, Haven watched as cars passed. She changed the decanters into gilded keys, hanging them along with many other keys that held dangerous substances and weapons. She started walking down the street, slowly adjusting her features into an average, not-suspicious citizen.
"It's so very festive this time of year! It's one of the reasons I love living here. But why do I have this ominuos feeling...?"
Astrid smiled a little half smile, her eyes sparkling. "Well, you're a day early. But the shops will be setting up, and there will be plenty of people around, and young men." While Astrid was perfectly capable of handling herself and keeping anyone and everyone at bay, she knew her father was overprotective. She let him have his ways. Nine hundred years and he hadn't changed very much.
Astrid was browsing through one of the shops filled to the brim with masks, wondering which one she shuld pick out. Her father was across the street, still eating. The thought made her smile, Julian could out eat almoste everyone she knew. She was looking at a mask that had a large amount of feathers on it when something, or rather someone caught her attention. It wasn't so much the man as it was his presence. She knew from past experience and past meetings what the man was.
Her body froze, but she forced herself to remain calm. She didn't know who he was, but she exactly what he was. After getting cursed by magic when she was only four years old, Astrid could tell when someone had it in their blood. A cold chill ran down her spine. The man passed by the shop she was in, and she turned his way as he did. She let her eyes wander, trying not to linger on him, yet she couldn't help it. Something drew her gaze towards him. His dress clearly did not fit in with those around him, though with Mardi Gras going on, he didn't look too much out of place.
Astrid didn't understand why, but there was something about him that calmed her. Though she couldn't deny that something unsettling was around. Something was twisting in the pit of her stomach, something she didn't like. She took a shaky breath, and turned back to the table of masks.
Still, she wasn't able to shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen.
"Oh, this should be fun, my precious little princess," Julian teased, resisting the urge to pinch his daughter's cheek in the embarrassing way that only parents could get away with when it came to their children. He grinned at her and his hair turned golden once again, content to spend the evening with his daughter as he put his dark thoughts away for a single night.
Julian smiled slightly as he dug into his third cinnamon roll of the night. He always had a rather large sweet tooth, even as a human, and as a vampire, he could afford to indulge in it fully without it ruining his physique. He did not know how it was possible, but he did not question it. Instead, he chose to enjoy himself and pretend for a single night that his life was not a tragedy.
Of course, she had to walk in at that very moment. He'd recognize her anywhere: hazel eyes, silky strawberry blonde hair that fell down to her waist, and, of course, an innocent expression that never failed to make his undead heart race. He hardly noticed the other girl walking in with her as captured by her appearance as he was.
"Charlotte..." His mind rang.
She looked to be almost sixteen, the age where the curse decreed that she must die. His heart almost broke at the thought of her slipping through his hands yet again to suffer, die, and be reborn again and again. He couldn't let that happen. Not this time. Now stood up and, as he passed them by, he greeted her with a smile.
"I know you from somewhere, do I not?"
It was word-for-word the greeting he conveyed to her when they met a second time in their original lives. Hopefully, that would stir a memory within her soul.
Something's... not right!
Amongst a the lively crowd walking the streets, Jordan could still feel a pair of eyes on him with little difficulty. A useful but unfortunate skill inherited by the long time he spent needing to watch out for potential sneak attacks on him by mercenaries and thugs. Yet, unlike the few cases where the skill actually came in handy, he... didn't really feel any intent he could associate with murder. More like, a curious gaze. That made sense, considering what he was wearing though he hadn't noticed any such feeling the entire time while he was walking. Why was he just now noticing?
Something definitely wasn't right.
Instead of continuing to walk with this odd feeling crawling down his back, he turned around, hoping to locate the source of it. But nothing was there except the multitude of others walking around. Nothing notable, at least at first glance. He did, however, find his eyes attracted to one beautiful thing that he might've missed before as he was walking. Maybe that was the source of this odd feeling? Perhaps they too had found him attractive? If so, then Jordan couldn't help but think they would look great together! He just had to act like nothing was wrong and go ahead and ask for it, it wouldn't be that hard, right? So, a smug grin and determination in his eyes, Jordan approached the mask store. Because he could see them clearly from the street, Jordan has absolutely no difficulty locating and approaching them. His hand reached out slowly as he didn't want to cause anything bad to happen. They would understand, right?
About 30 seconds later, Jordan laid a mask before the employee and grinned widely. "This! Its power calls to me and has awakened an age-old bond! What might I offer to you, so that I may grant its wish!?" he almost pleaded for his request to be answered.
"Uh...? Like, $16.45?" the employee stated after checking.
And an answer was given, his price was named. Drawing upon the wallet Logan had made him get a while back, he withdrew a 20$ bill and presented it to the man, who gave him his change, 3.55, back to Jordan. The deal was completed, a bond formed. Within his hand now laid mask for Mardi Gras, this one being black and gold and having a long nose. Honestly, it was quite silly, though Jordan thought it looked good.
"Aha! Now I ca---"
And then he noticed it. A woman in the store, but she wasn't just a normal person, either. 8A0707"Y-you're..."[/color] he looked at Astrid, something resembling fear in his eyes for but the briefest of moments. Of course, it was fear because he had accidentally stolen this woman's spot, or so he thought. "Forgive me, Nightdweller, my judgement became clouded with anticipation! You meant to pick a mask as well, yes?" Luckily, the employee thought Jordan was crazy and hadn't picked up on the "nightdweller" comment, though Astrid could probably deduce that he was aware of what she was. Either way, Jordan, thinking she was about to buy a mask, backed away so that she could do so if she wished.
Charlotte held the door open for her friend after they arrived at the cafe. Following behind her, she glanced around at the patrons. There were quite a few tonight. "You can sit if you want, it looks like this might take longer than usual," Sabrina told her as she moved to get into line. Charlotte shrugged. She didn't need to sit, but she did feel awkward just standing in the middle of the cafe. She started to follow Sabrina when she was suddenly stopped by a young man.
Charlotte looked up at him as he spoke to her. "I know you from somewhere, do I not?" he asked her. The teenager had one of her all too common deja vu moments at this point. This man seemed awfully familiar, but she had no recollection of ever meeting him before. Yet she felt that he was a long time friend. How odd. She wished she could understand why she always had these weird experiences with people, but she figured it would go away at some point. She smiled at the young man, who was not unhandsome.
"I don't think so," she told him kindly, not wanting to hurt his feelings. It was possible he'd seen her around town, but other than that she couldn't think of any reason they'd be connected. "But maybe we've met before and I just don't remember. That seems to happen to me sometimes." She wasn't sure why she had added the last part, but it wouldn't do any harm to mention it. Maybe he'd experienced the same thing? Or maybe he was just a stranger who had confused her with someone else. It was a large city, so that was always possible.
As she examined the young man, waiting for his response, a strange thought came to her. She thought of seeing this young man, many years ago, as he walked down a street surrounded by admiring women. As quickly as the memory came, it soon went. Charlotte was left utterly puzzled, wondering what she'd just thought about. It only added confusion to this situation.
"But maybe we've met before and I just don't remember. That seems to happen to me sometimes."
Julian could not help but smile sadly at her words. She was definitely Charlotte. In her previous lifetimes, she often told him that she experienced deja vu, particularly as her sixteenth birthday neared and her death was imminent. He could not help but gaze upon her. Most husbands were fortunate enough to only experience their wives dying in their arms once. Julian had to deal with it every sixteen years if he was lucky enough to find her before the curse killed her.
It's a lot more common than you would think. Tell me, do you have nightmares?" he asked. There had to be a way to protect her. She was right there and he had sharpened his skills since the decades he last saw her. If he could figure out how Haven planned to kill her or if he could find the cursed witch herself then maybe he could prevent it. As he pondered on this, his hair darkened to match his mood, but he paid it no mind.
"Do you attend Mardi Gras by any chance?" he asked curiously. Charlotte always did love the chance to be among crowds of happy people. He doubted that had changed, but then again, she might have been reborn in a more reserved family.
"I never expected fear."
"Forgive me, Nightdweller, my judgement became clouded with anticipation! You meant to pick a mask as well, yes?"
Astrid was well used to being recognized by the magical populace of the world. But what she didn't expect was the fear. The only time she was ever feared was when a human discovered her. Humans always had an innate fear of things they didn't understand, and vampires neared the top of that list.
But witches and warlocks knew of their existence, so the fact that he was afraid of her didn't make any sense. And the fact that he had called her Nightdweller.
"That's not a term I've heard spoken in a very long time. Might I ask your name, sir?"
"You would ask my name? I see." As if he was about to boast about numerous trophies he had earned over the years, or his various accomplishments, the not-so-young man grinned. "Very well. I am he who trembles with unlimited power! I am he who cuts the very threads of fate itself! I am... well, Jordan." He seemed to fizzle out at the end of his declaration, as though he ran out of ideas, which is exactly what happened.
Long ago, he was known by a different name, though he did not remember just exactly what it was. After all, periods of time did exist where he was isolated years on end. Jordan wasn't exactly a long-lived name either, it being what he started calling himself just this particular century. Unfortunate, he just now realized that it did not sound very powerful. How embarrassing! First, he stole this woman's spot in line due to being overexcited and now he was unable to give her the best introduction she had ever witnessed!
Giving a glance over to the employee, Jordan noticed the man had apparently lost interest and instead was messing with his phone, likely paying little attention to them. Since that was the case and nobody around looked as though they were keeping an ear out for them, Jordan spoke a bit more frankly. "Of newer terms for your kind, I am not entirely sure. Aside from such, I think the common word is less interesting to use. Anybody can say it, everybody knows it. Simply unappealing. The word, that is, not your kind." he clarified.
Astrid raised an eyebrow. She wasn't sure if this Jordan was talking this way because it was normal for him, or if he was acting. Perhaps he was acting for Mardi Gras? No, she didn't get the feeling that he was acting at all. He seemed a mite nervous. She crossed her arms, relaxing.
"My kind usually don't prefer to have attention drawn to them like that. It's been a long time since humans have thought that vampires existed in this world. We've found a peaceful way to live among them, and we want to keep that peace. If you want to call me something, Astrid will do just fine." She was smiling, and it grew even wider when a smile white cat jumped up onto her shoulder. "And this is Kai. He's my familiar."
The cat cocked his head to the side , staring at Jordan before mewing and saying, "Hello, young man. You don't fit in well, do you?"
Jordan didn't mind the name she had given him, unlike names he received recently. Sure, some were variations of names he was used to as a non-warlock, but they still felt foreign and odd to him. Astrid, however, was a name he had heard quite a few times in different books he had read over the years. A fine name, most typically used with princesses and the likes of royalty, at least from novels. Perhaps she was some sort of nightdweller princess? Well, he wasn't completely in-touch with reality, but that would be pretty insane, wouldn't it? He wasn't that cra-----
"?!"
THIS FELINE IS COMMUNICATING WITH ME! WHAT MANNER OF SORCERY IS THIS?
Jordan hadn't actually witnessed a familiar before, at least he didn't think he had. Nobody he managed to have a conversation with owned one, and though he did see some over his life, they were all used as scouts and he never identified them. So, despite being capable of creating the illusion of a talking cat himself, he was still surprised to see one actually talk. If she was using some sort of illusion magic, he would've been able to tell, but this was not the case.
"I-I am not one who admires change." he admitted to the feline, noticeably more nervous about the cat than how he reacted to knowing she was a vampire. "Is this the power of advanced sorcery?" his voice quieted almost to a whisper to himself. "Have I become inept?" Clearing his throat, Jordan managed to look back at Astrid. "You referred to it as a "familiar"?"
She was almost taken aback at the fact that he didn't know what a familiar was, but perhaps he hadn't had much dealings with vampires. She could understand this. Usually the magic crowd didn't mix with the vampires, and the latter group didn't take too kindly to the former, being their creations.
She stroked Kai's head before speaking. "It is a very old and deep magic, and only a few vampires actually create them. They are born using our blood and, by extension, a very piece of our soul. Purebloods and high level nobles are the only ones who can actually make them. Familiars become our lifelong companions, but at a price. Should the vampire die, the familiar will as well. While the reverse is not always true, losing a familiar means losing a piece of your soul, and sometimes that is worse than death for us."
She paused, looking at Kai. "We take on the form that our masters will take in the event that they transform themselves, though because Astrid has the rare ability to take on any form she wishes, so do I. This is not the form I prefer, but that form typically cause a lot of commotion in public places. We also have limited abilities similar to those that created us, and we all have the ability to speak."
"Indeed. The short answer to your question, no, you are not inept. Though perhaps a little uneducated in matters of my kind." She smiled again, indicating that she wasn't talking down to him. She enjoyed being able to share things like this. Her curse may never end, but that didn't mean she couldn't try to increase understanding. Peace was what she really wanted.
I was never told this! Ah, well, then again my experience with her kind is purely hostile... guess an enemy would never betray such information.
Being that he was a person capable of magic himself, it didn't take too long for Jordan to adjust to the cat's presence. And that was great because apparently, according to Astrid, this thing could change its form into other things as well! Wait... she could too? They didn't imply it to be some sort of illusion magic like his, but rather she could actually transform! What madness?
"You are capable of entirely mimicking another form? Such power is enviable. I can only pretend to possess such capabilities." he admitted, almost cursing himself for it. "Yet you say this is a rare talent amongst even your kid? Yes, that has to be the case. Otherwise I'd be..." Jordan trailed off, deciding not to finish such a grim statement.
He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Even as old as I am, I am still ignorant in some matters that could have potentially cost me my life. Though I believe it is fine since that was not the case. You have my thanks, Astrid. It is finally nice to meet one of your kind without the attempted assault."
"I have standards to uphold, you know. A princess must lead her people as best she can, even if they don't always follow her."
Kai squirmed on her shoulder, almost uncomfortably. "My Lady..." Astrid shifted, crossing her arms. "What, Kai? Jordan deserves to know exactly who I am. Besides, he already knows my name." She turned her gaze to him, and there was something in her eyes then, something that not only belied power, but commanded respect as well.
"My full name is Astrid Solomon, and I am the second vampire created. I am, in all respects, their Princess, and my father is their Prince. It is a pleasure to meet you, Jordan."
Jordan began to feel a bit cold footed. He wasn't used to dealing with vampires in general, and to hear that Astrid was not only a vampire, but technically the princess of their race? Something like that was beyond him. Also, shouldn't he be addressing a princess differently? He heard tales of how disrespect towards a royal family often led to serious consequences, one of them being death. What would disrespect to a vampire princess net him? Vampire assassins?! That thought scared him. Even if he was capable of defending himself, he didn't want to deal with trouble if he didn't have to.
"I hope it is possible to forgive me for my earlier rudeness. I am not familiar when it comes to dealing with those of noble birth and the like. Rather the opposite, truthfully." he would've bowed if he were actually aware of such a tradition.
"I must be keeping you from something, yes? Surely you have much greater priorities than interacting with a peasant like myself.."
Astrid looked surprised. "No one with the ability to do magic is a peasant, least of all to me. And if I thought myself so high and mighty, do you think we would have reached this level of peace, Jordan?
The young man looked at Charlotte with an expression she could only describe as longing and a hint of sadness. She wasn't sure why this was. Perhaps she reminded him of someone? He reassured her that the deja-vu feeling she mentioned happened to others. She doubted the other experienced it as much as she had in her lifetime, but there was no use in making it a big deal.
She thought it was strange when he asked if she often had nightmares. It wasn't something strangers typically asked her, but she saw no harm in answering. "Yes, I do," she responded. "But it's a lot more common than you would think." She laughed and smiled up at the stranger, hoping he would get her joke.
As she looked up up with him with her large, hazel eyes, she noticed his hair turn from blonde to black. She blinked a few times, but it was definitely still black. Was it possible for hair to just change colour like that? Before Charlotte had the chance to ask, Julian asked her another question pertaining to Mardi Gras.
She forgot about his colour changing hair as she nodded excitedly. "Yes, of course! It'll be great to dress up, wear a mask, and watch the parade." The teenager could hardly contain her excitement. She'd gone to the Mardi Gras celebrations before as a young child, but in more recent years her parents had not taken her. They'd only agreed to let her go out this year because she was now sixteen and would be going with friends. Before she knew what she was saying, she asked, "Will you be going to Mardi Gras?" She asked this because it was the polite thing to do, but also because something had compelled her to. For reasons unknown to her, she had a genuine interest in who this man was and if he'd be attending the upcoming celebrations. "Oh! I'm Charlotte by the way. It's nice to meet you," she said, extending her hand to Julian.
"I am Julian," he told her, taking her hand in his. It had been so long since he touched her hand. People took the smallest things for granted. If he could only hold her in his arms again... But no, she did not remember. She never did, until it was too late. Still, there was hope. Her memories may be gone, but her spirit was the same. Silently, he vowed he would not allow her to die this time.
"I believe I will be attending Mardi Gras too,"[/quote] he told her with a slight grin, his hair turning golden once more and his fangs showing for just a moment in his excitement, [color=#FF8000]"I would be honored if you would meet with me that night. My... Sister would love to meet you."[/quote]
It was times like this that the gift of immortality was a mixed blessing. His daughter looked barely a decade younger than him if that. However, that could be a good thing. It made him look less like a perverted old man hitting on a teenager.
Charlotte noted Julian's antiquated way of speaking, but didn't think much of it. Perhaps he just liked to speak like that.speak like that. She hardly noticed that his hair had changed colours again, as she was busy thinking about how much fun tomorrow would be. Julian seemed like a nice young man and she was sure his sister was probably nice too. Just why his sister wanted to meet her was a question though.
She opened her mouth to speak when she had one of her flashbacks, though to her it was an intrusion of strange images to her mind. Her hazel eyes glazed over, as she wasn't focusing on the real world right now. She briefly recalled being a large room. She was surrounded by others, but they were nothing more than shadowy figures. A lone figure was walking through the crowd, approaching her. He was familiar, but his face was obscured. Just as quickly as the image came to mind, it left.
The teenager looked up at Julian, trying to recall what they'd been talking about. Oh yes, Mardi Gras! [color=#F54D70]"Where should I meet you and your sister? My friends and I are staying around here so we can see the parades and get something to eat." On any normal occasion, Charlotte wouldn't have so openly accepted an invitation to meet up from someone she'd just met. But he seemed friendly and something about him told her that he could be trusted.
Julian smiled at her response, happy that she had accepted his invitation. He did not know where he would go from here. She had to find out about her past life eventually. But he would just be happy to spend time with her as much he could.
"Do you know of the old French Quarter? There's an excellent cajun place there. We can meet up there.[/quote]
Charlotte nodded. [color=#F54D70]"What's the name of this place?" she asked. Growing up in New Orleans, she loved cajun food. The thought of it made her hungry, despite the fact that she had just eaten.
"It is called Pierre Maspero's. It's an excellent place," he told her with a smile. Charlotte always loved spicy food. It seemed fitting that she was reborn in New Orleans this time.
She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could Sabrina had appeared next to her. "Yo, who's your friend?" she asked Charlotte. Charlotte looked at her blue haired friend, who was sipping an iced cappuccino. In her left hand was a bag, probably containing a pastery of some sort.
"This is Julian," Charlotte told her with a smile. "Julian, this is my friend Sabrina." Sabrina gave a small nod to Julian. Charlotte could tell that she was ready to leave. Her friend started towards the door, giving the two a quick chance to say goodbye. "It was nice talking with you, Julian. I'll see you at 7 tomorrow night." She assumed that this would be an ok time to meet with him.
She gave him one last smile before heading towards the door. She was even more excited about tomorrow night now. Julian, meanwhile, smiled as he watched her leave. This time, he would protect her. He swore it.
She thought it was strange when he asked if she often had nightmares. It wasn't something strangers typically asked her, but she saw no harm in answering. "Yes, I do," she responded. "But it's a lot more common than you would think." She laughed and smiled up at the stranger, hoping he would get her joke.
As she looked up up with him with her large, hazel eyes, she noticed his hair turn from blonde to black. She blinked a few times, but it was definitely still black. Was it possible for hair to just change colour like that? Before Charlotte had the chance to ask, Julian asked her another question pertaining to Mardi Gras.
She forgot about his colour changing hair as she nodded excitedly. "Yes, of course! It'll be great to dress up, wear a mask, and watch the parade." The teenager could hardly contain her excitement. She'd gone to the Mardi Gras celebrations before as a young child, but in more recent years her parents had not taken her. They'd only agreed to let her go out this year because she was now sixteen and would be going with friends. Before she knew what she was saying, she asked, "Will you be going to Mardi Gras?" She asked this because it was the polite thing to do, but also because something had compelled her to. For reasons unknown to her, she had a genuine interest in who this man was and if he'd be attending the upcoming celebrations. "Oh! I'm Charlotte by the way. It's nice to meet you," she said, extending her hand to Julian.
"I am Julian," he told her, taking her hand in his. It had been so long since he touched her hand. People took the smallest things for granted. If he could only hold her in his arms again... But no, she did not remember. She never did, until it was too late. Still, there was hope. Her memories may be gone, but her spirit was the same. Silently, he vowed he would not allow her to die this time.
"I believe I will be attending Mardi Gras too,"[/quote] he told her with a slight grin, his hair turning golden once more and his fangs showing for just a moment in his excitement, [color=#FF8000]"I would be honored if you would meet with me that night. My... Sister would love to meet you."[/quote]
It was times like this that the gift of immortality was a mixed blessing. His daughter looked barely a decade younger than him if that. However, that could be a good thing. It made him look less like a perverted old man hitting on a teenager.
Charlotte noted Julian's antiquated way of speaking, but didn't think much of it. Perhaps he just liked to speak like that.speak like that. She hardly noticed that his hair had changed colours again, as she was busy thinking about how much fun tomorrow would be. Julian seemed like a nice young man and she was sure his sister was probably nice too. Just why his sister wanted to meet her was a question though.
She opened her mouth to speak when she had one of her flashbacks, though to her it was an intrusion of strange images to her mind. Her hazel eyes glazed over, as she wasn't focusing on the real world right now. She briefly recalled being a large room. She was surrounded by others, but they were nothing more than shadowy figures. A lone figure was walking through the crowd, approaching her. He was familiar, but his face was obscured. Just as quickly as the image came to mind, it left.
The teenager looked up at Julian, trying to recall what they'd been talking about. Oh yes, Mardi Gras! [color=#F54D70]"Where should I meet you and your sister? My friends and I are staying around here so we can see the parades and get something to eat." On any normal occasion, Charlotte wouldn't have so openly accepted an invitation to meet up from someone she'd just met. But he seemed friendly and something about him told her that he could be trusted.
Julian smiled at her response, happy that she had accepted his invitation. He did not know where he would go from here. She had to find out about her past life eventually. But he would just be happy to spend time with her as much he could.
"Do you know of the old French Quarter? There's an excellent cajun place there. We can meet up there.[/quote]
Charlotte nodded. [color=#F54D70]"What's the name of this place?" she asked. Growing up in New Orleans, she loved cajun food. The thought of it made her hungry, despite the fact that she had just eaten.
"It is called Pierre Maspero's. It's an excellent place," he told her with a smile. Charlotte always loved spicy food. It seemed fitting that she was reborn in New Orleans this time.
She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could Sabrina had appeared next to her. "Yo, who's your friend?" she asked Charlotte. Charlotte looked at her blue haired friend, who was sipping an iced cappuccino. In her left hand was a bag, probably containing a pastery of some sort.
"This is Julian," Charlotte told her with a smile. "Julian, this is my friend Sabrina." Sabrina gave a small nod to Julian. Charlotte could tell that she was ready to leave. Her friend started towards the door, giving the two a quick chance to say goodbye. "It was nice talking with you, Julian. I'll see you at 7 tomorrow night." She assumed that this would be an ok time to meet with him.
She gave him one last smile before heading towards the door. She was even more excited about tomorrow night now. Julian, meanwhile, smiled as he watched her leave. This time, he would protect her. He swore it.
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