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Schuyler MacKeltar

"Three times, I have failed you, I can not do it again..."

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a character in “Reincarnation”, as played by MaliceInWonderland

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{N A M E}
Schuyler MacKeltar
(pronounced Skylar)
{N I C K N A M E}
Skye
{A G E}
Long Since Forgot, appears 25-35
{G E N D E R}
Male
{R O L E}
The Immortal

{S P E C I E S}
Vampire

{E T H N I C I T Y }
Irish

{H A I R C O L O R}
Dirty Blonde

{E Y E C O L O R}
Blue

{S E X U A L I T Y}
Heterosexual



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{H E I G H T}
6'1
{W E I G H T}
230
{A P P E A R A N C E}
Schuyler is a tall man, wide build with a rippling muscles beneath toned skin. He is darkly handsome, with a mysterious look about him, his emotions are rarely betrayed by his face, he has a dark, haunted look in his blue eyes, but has a smile that can light up a room when it is genuine.
He can often a seen in nice suits, and dress shoes while out and about, or handling meetings, though at home, he can be seen in simple tees and jeans.




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{P E R S O N A L I T Y}
Schuyler is a mysterious man, one can look at him, and not quite know what to make of him. Most people think of him as a mirror of his species, something dark, and dangerous, and while that is mostly true, there is much more to him that what he is, though he knows what he is and has accepted it, he is much more then the monster that most thinks he is.Thoughtful and Wise, Schuyler is a deep thinker, and can often be found in his own head, contemplating his next move, whatever that is. Critical and Clever, He may be a man of little words, but he will let his opinion known if he finds it to be critical to the circumstances at hand. Reserved and Kind, he knows he is monster, and is not proud of that fact, he is much kinder a person than he lets on. He holds back his truer nature, but he is gentle and calm. Especially to his blood slave, for example he doesn't call her his slave, he never liked to term and never owed a single one, in his long life.
Dangerous and Violent, knowing the monster that he is, he is capable of great violence, specifically when he's angry or hungry. It takes alot to make him angry, but his hunger is a different story.

{Q U I R K S/ H A B I T S}
Arching his eyebrow, he often arching his eyebrow when he finds something amusing, added with a slight cock of his head.
Sighing, sometimes he can find his brother, and his coven members exhausting, and often he sighs in response.
Pursing his lips, He is an honest person, but often he has times where he doesn't want to speak the truth, so he rather not speak at all, and instead, he'll purse his lips, and to anyone that truly knows him, they knew he doesn't want to lie, but he's not going answer the question either.


{W E A K N E S S E S}
Hunger, like many vampires, the hunger consumes him, over time he manages, with the help of his blood slave, but without her, he can become ravenous.



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{L I K E S}
Soft Music
The Outside
Winter
The Rain
Writing Music
Playing the Violin
Freya
Working Out
Being Alone.
{D I S L I K E S}
Hunger
Feeding
Witches
Being Misunderstood
{F E A R S}
Failing Freya, Again.
Losing Control
{ H O P E S/ D R E A M S}
Someone seeing him for the person he is, and not the monster.
{S K I L L S}
Survivalist, can live on his own in the woods and not only survive but thrive.
Archery, before he was turned, he was hunter, and the bow and arrow was his weapon of choice.
Cooking, despite not needing human food, he is a surprisingly good cook, his enhanced senses make it possibly for him to be precises in his flavor choices.



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{H I S T O R Y}
Schuyler was born nearly a millennia ago, to a hunter father, and a lovely mother in the highlands of Ireland along with his older brother. They were all human, Schuyler, himself was weak. His mother parished during his birth, and without her, he was a sickly child, bed ridden, unable to walk for more then a few moments, coughing, sometimes blood. He was never expected to leave passed ten years old. He had his older brother, Atlas, who never left his side, until one day, their father came home with a group of women.

They'd surrounded his bed, chanting, speaking in words Schuyler never heard before. Then something happened. Schuyler felt strong, for the first time in his life, he felt strong. He was able to get up and out of bed, play and chase his brother, walk, and then run. He was happy.

Unfortunately, it was fleeting, the women and their magic were temporary, it took a year but the magic faded, and Schuyler was sick again, but this time he was closer to death then he ever was before. This infuriated his father, he cursed the women and their magic, and went out to find another way to save his son.

When he returned home, their father was different, darker, angrier. He didn't know what happened to his father at first, but he grabbed him out of his bed, lifted him in his arm and ran. In a blink they were well away from Atlas, they were in the woods, and as the snow fell, his father sunk his too sharp teeth in to Schuyler's neck, changing him forever.

Schuyler, with his new found power, and strength, became a monster, something his father couldn't even control, unable to control his hunger, he sacked villages, slaughtered men, women, children, he didn't care, all he was, was hunger.

That all changed when he met her, the woman would change him for the rest of his immortal life.





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{T H E M E S O N G}
Forsaken-David Driaman
System-Chester Bennington
{C O L O R}
Grey

{F C}
Stephen Amell

So begins...

Schuyler MacKeltar's Story

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It was Freya's first day waitressing at Raven's Nest Bar and Grill. Her previous employer fired her for no fucking reason so she ended up getting this new waitressing job at this bar. Any kind of place with drunken idiots was never a place she wanted to work, merely because of the remarks and conflict that come with it towards females, but it was the only place that would hire her after finding out she was fired from her previous job.

One of the other things she seemed to hate about this place was how revealing the female uniform was. Yes, Freya may be confident in herself but she was never confident enough to wear clothing that made her look like she stood on the corner of the streets waiting to be picked up by some stranger. This uniform just seemed to welcome sexual and rude remarks from guys, whether drunk or not and that was definitely something she knew she had coming.

As she was making her way to table five with their orders, she found herself being approached by a sex driven fool. Surprisingly the man was sober and she knew this because she couldn't seem to smell any kind of alcohol coming off of him. "Hello there Baby. How about you just ditch this job and sneak into one of the back rooms with me?" the male questioned with a lust filled smirk.

Oh, that remark certainly did not settle well with the female. She sighed and just began to walk away, but was then pulled back by the male who grabbed onto her arm. "Don't be like that," he stated. "Let go of my arm!" she demanded in the most polite manner she could manage. "I will if you follow me," he stated with that same smirk from before and slapped her ass.

Freya just looked at him with a glare, "I'll say this again...in simpler terms. Let. Go. Of. My. Fucking. Arm....Now!" she demanded putting a lot of stress on the last word.

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Sitting in the back of the Bar and Grill, a creature lurked, silent, stoic, watching the world blur pass him, while he sat unchanging. Keen blue eyes peering into the dark of the night, watching, quiet, cold, alone.
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Always alone. That was his curse, No matter how much money he made, how many lackey lapping at his heels for a scrap for whatever it was that drew them to him. They knew not what it was, the men that surrounded him, they knew not the monster dressed in a crisp clean white shirt, fresh grey suit coat and slacks, they knew not the demon behind the starling blue eyes, that if one would could lose their very will should they stare long enough. They knew not the hungry that plagued the demon, they knew not that any moment, their life's blood would grace his lips, fill him with vigor and strength.

For this, he was always alone. He did not consort with others like him, he knew they were out there, yet he remained in the darkness, alone for he only knew one light, and it was gone from him.

Once, by his own hand.

The thought made his un-beating heart ache. The thought of her, his light amidst the dark, she had many names, Artemis, Adelaide, Jezebel...yet no matter what she was called, where she was from, be she noble, or be she common, she always found him, she always loved him, and she always perished.

"HAHA! Isn't that right, Boss!" cheered the man at his right, clapping him on the shoulder as he went on with his tale. He was a slovenly fellow called Lenny, greasy hair with a receding hairline, infinitely sweaty, and never left his side since he joined his crew.

The creature disguised as a man, turned his eyes, a single brow raised incredulously. They're been a group of them, having successfully acquired a small time drug ring, which added to their already massive one, the full control of the Las Vegas drug trade which meant a lot of money for them.
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This did nothing for the vampire. The group grew silent, and Lenny swallowed. "Sorry, Boss." he said quickly, removing the offending hand.

the vampire gave a soft nod, and a quick tug of lips, barely visible behind his stoic expression. His crew did not know what he was, but his presence alone seemed to be enough for them to do as he said, when he said it. they knew not to touch him, yet he never said why, they knew he was not to be bother during certain times of the day, this they had examples of which turned most of their stomachs.

He knew himself to be a monster, he knew this, accepted this, especially after his light was gone. He killed, he feed, and did not think twice about it. At once, he had wanted to be better, for her, but she was gone, so he stopped trying. He'd even attempted to join her, yet the hunger took control forced him to live if only to feed.

There was no salvation for him.

His crew went on with their tales, while the vampire idly watched, wordlessly, drinking his 'red wine'

That's when he heard it.

A voice like a siren's call, floating up and over the music, and the people, he knew that voice.

"Let go of my arm!" said the music to his soul, the vampire rose from his seat, his men following suit, but a quick wave sent them back down. He moved gracefully through the crowd, most barely noticed him.

If his heart could beat, it would have stopped at the sight of her.

As always, soft pale skin, framed by unbound raven tresses, intense blue grey eyes. His throat dried.

His light in the darkness...she was...here...again...

He stopped and turned away, his cold heart heavy. He shouldn't,he knew he shouldn't. She'd be safer, live a longer life, if he stayed away. The vampire heard the slap and visibly flinched.

His Light was always strong, when she found him in the woods, when she rode him down on her horse, when she helped him flee the witch trials...she was always strong.

"Walk away, Let her go, and walk away." He told himself, and moved to do so.

"I'll say this again...in simpler terms. Let. Go. Of. My. Fucking. Arm....Now!"

He knew he couldn't, not now.

The vampire turned around and walked forward. "I believe, your advances are not well received." the vampire said, he knew he spoke differently then most nowadays, but it was who he was.

The man looked at him, sneered and looked back at his light.

"What are you gonna do about it?"He said and spat at his feet. The vampire didn't even blink..

"Let her go." His tone read he was only going to say it once. The man looked at him, then back the his light, then back at him. "Fuck you and your bitch, I'm out of here."

"Good choice." He said, as the man brushed passed him. The vampire knew that man had a few precious moments of life left, as his crew watched the whole thing. He turned only his head and with a single raise of his brow the crew went after him. The vamprie would be speaking with him again later but for now...
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"Are you hurt, Miss?" He said gingerly, wanting nothing more then to pull her into his arms, and never let her go, or even as simple as brush the soft hair from her sweet face. It took all he had not call her, Belle, like he had all those years ago.

He took deep breath, and nearly choked.

She still smelled the same...she always smells the same.

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The very moment the second man accompanied her, she couldn't believe her eyes. It was the man from her dreams, the very man she fell in love with over and over again, only to be ripped away from by death or by waking every morning. For some reason she just couldn't stop herself from ripping her blue grey hues away from the tall, dark, mysterious man. He was even more gorgeous in person with his blonde hair, his gorgeous blue eyes, his sharp facial structures, the man was just model material. Though that was just the only way she could put it, he was much more than that but there were no words for it.

When she heard his voice, she wanted to melt the very second. Everything in life seemed to freeze and all she could manage to see was the two of them and no one else. Not even the man who still held onto her arm and suddenly released it after hearing the man who came to her rescue's statement.

At the sound of the suspect's remark towards the man, she balled her fists up ready to punch him in the face. Nobody called her a bitch, but if it weren't for the need to keep this job, she would have punched him in the face a long time ago! Freya took a calming breath and looked to the male who started speaking to her. "Are you hurt, Miss?"

Freya just shook her head with a polite smile and spoke, "No, thanks for helping me," she answered. "If you hadn't come when you did the ending result may not have been too pretty and not just for him, for me as well," she added. That's when one of her fellow waitresses took the trey from her and placed her hand upon her shoulder. "Go take a break, you need one after that situation. Don't worry about your tables, I'll cover them until you get back," she stated before taking off to serve the waiting customers at table five their orders.

The brunette sighed and nodded her head at her coworker and returned her attention to her savior. Who seemed to be deep in thought about something, but she didn't want to ask him about it because clearly it was none of her business. She had just met the man, or at least, that's what she thinks. If only she knew she has known the man for centuries.

With a soft sigh she slid her hands in her apron pockets and spoke once more. "Well, I'm going to go take that break now. Feel free to follow behind if you'd like," she stated. Though the last words she really didn't seem to understand why they came out her mouth. She was never this friendly towards anyone she had just met, even if they had saved her from a horrible experience. Especially in a bar.

Freya began making her way towards the back entrance, the one the employees seem to use all the time and she stepped outside. The entire time all she could seem to think about were those reoccurring dreams. The Salem Witch Trials, being a princess, being fed on and perishing in the man's arms. With this man showing up into her life so unsuspectingly just made her feel that these dreams were more real than she was ever making them out to be. Maybe I'm just over thinking things, she thought. Maybe this is all just some strange coincidence. It just had to be.

After leaning against the brick wall in the dark alleyway, she pulled out a green cigarette box, Marlboro Menthols and lit one of them up before placing the pack and lighter back into the pockets of her red apron. "So what's your name Savior?" she questioned as she blew the excess smoke from her pink lips before plastering a wicked smirk upon her pale face.

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"No, thanks for helping me," She spoke and the vampire could barely breath,. "If you hadn't come when you did the ending result may not have been too pretty and not just for him, for me as well," How long had it been since he'd hear her voice, centuries. Why now? He could never tell when she'd come back, he tried, he tried waiting for her, he'd searched and searched, counted the years, trying to find her when she came back, but to no avail.

She was here now. Standing right in front of him, gazing up at him, like she'd down in every life, the same way, with wonder. It pained him so to know that he was not worthy of her gaze, but he knew not that she saw him, spoke to him, she wouldn't let him go. He could try to push her away, he had once, when she was the Lady Adelaide, he'd tried to keep her away, but she found him flagged him down on her horse.

Gods, did he love this woman.
She turned back to him after speaking with her coworker, her sigh brought him back to the present, one of which he wasn't sure was real. He dreamt of her all too often.

Well, I'm going to go take that break now. Feel free to follow behind if you'd like,"

The vampire blinked, and a slow smile crept across his lips.

She'd said those words to him before, different context, but the same.
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"I'm leaving now, Knight, feel free to follow behind if you'd like."
His commanding Lady Adelaide....He was as helpless to her call then, as he was now.

He took a step and she walked on, her stride was confident, as if she'd knew he'd follow. It almost made him wonder if she'd remembered. She never did, and that was good, he was glad for it, if she had, she would run away, screaming. He was a monster, lest he forget.

That thought stopped his movement. He couldn't do this again, he could walk away right now, and surely she would come looking for him, but he could hide, it was easier to hide in a metropolis like this, Salem was small, and the Kingdom was large, but he was a knight, and the forest....Gods the forest....Why was she cursed to do this again? Fall for a man who would only bring her demise... Why? She'd not lived long enough to earn such a curse, so why must she suffer.

He felt his feet betray him as he walked toward her, instead of away.
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"You fool..." He thought to himself, until he found her, leaning against the wall casually, her slender legs teasing him, the ridiculous uniform she wore tanatlized his thoughts, and his mind drifted back to all the times, they'd shared each others company, he could still remember the taste of her skin, the feel of her hands against his skin, the sound of his name on in her whisper.
"So what's your name Savior?" She spoke, mercifully bringing his thoughts back to the present.

"Lie."He told himself, yet his lips found only the truth.

"Schuyler," He said smoothly, though he cursed himself inwardly. "Schuyler MacKeltar He said, the hint of his Irish roots touched his words as he spoke his name. He'd long since lost his emerald twang save for when his name.

"Might I ask yours, Milady" He pressed his lips in a thin line at the mistake, but played it off with a soft smile.
He knew her name, three of them at least, he knew her rank as well, she was more than a common barmaid.

He wanted to tell her that, he wanted to kiss her knuckles for the Lady the she was, as her name spanning centuries, displayed.

Hopefully, she'd take it as some sort of playful banter.

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Freya took another drag from her cigarette and once again blew out the excess nicotine. Though the very moment his name left his lips, her eyes widened and she suddenly froze. There was no way to hide her surprise. She just hoped he wouldn't ask anything of it. After a couple moments of awkward silence filling the air, the Lady finally spoke. "Um...your name wouldn't happen to be spelled S C H U Y L E R, would it?" she questioned, suddenly wishing she hadn't asked that question. Especially because of the uniqueness of the way it was spelled, she had a feeling there would be questions following her response.

At that moment she felt a pain within her stomach, surprisingly exactly where a red birth mark was placed. The very place she was murdered by a huge spike at the bottom of a cliff she fell off as Princess Adelaide. She let out a pained gasp and dropped her cigarette upon the ground with herself following behind. Her hands immediately holding onto her stomach. She has had these kinds of pains before, but it was never as strong as this. The only times it ever happened was whenever she thought about the man she believed only lived in her dreams. Maybe it was a stronger pain because he was now standing in front of her, in her real life? Honestly she had no clue.

Suddenly all thoughts were removed and all she could focus on was the pain. She lifted the shirt, finding blood spewing out of her stomach, but it was clear she was the only one who could see it. As there wasn't really any mark upon her body other than the red birth mark that was visible to everyone but her at the moment. "The blood," she finally stated as tears from the immense pain she was feeling began to waterfall from her eyes.

Freya just couldn't seem to understand anything that was going on. It was all becoming a very difficult puzzle with many missing pieces. The kinds of puzzles that always seemed to piss her off, the ones she was never really good at figuring out.

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"Um...your name wouldn't happen to be spelled S C H U Y L E R, would it?" She said and Schuyler arched a brow, his lips pressed into another fine line.
He wanted to answer her but it wasn't sure if it was wise. How did she know that? Maybe people spelled his name wrong, yet she spelled it perfectly.

Suddenly, she doubled over, clutching her stomach, Schuyler was at her side in an instant.
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This had been where Adelaide's mortal wound had been, blood seeped from behind the linen."The blood," She cried.

Not again...

He got to his knees, cupped her face in his hands, and had to actually stop himself from reveling in the feel of it.

"Look at me." He urged her. He never liked compelling her, but he had too. It wasn't real, it was their shared curse that caused this dual hallucination.

"Look at me, Sweetling," He had meant to call her that, but it slipped in his panic. He captured her gaze, and reached out with his mind, and touched hers.

"It's not real, Sweetling, just your imagination," He told her, "It is this stick you insist smoking, it is making you see things, I ask that you stop smoking them." He said and it broke his heart to do this, but he had to.

"I am going to leave you now, for I too am apart of your imagination, I am only a figment, like the pain and like the blood, I do not exist. Forget that you saw me hear today, forget my face,...and forget this..." He said, his voice trailing off as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "Forgive me, my love." He said, and pulled away from her, and was gone in a rush of wind. She wouldn't see him leave, in her mind, he would only be a part of her imagination, and with any luck, she wouldn't remember this at all. She'd wake up and it'll be as if a fog had cleared, while the monster she once loved disappeared with it.

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Freya did just as Schuyler said and looked at him, looking her eyes with his own. She listened intently to his words and suddenly she felt the pain go away, the vision of blood disappeared and she was sitting on the ground in the dark alleyway alone, with no memory of Schuyler being there with her. She glanced over at the burning cigarette and sighed as she stood up from the ground. She died the cigarette out with her foot and dropped the pack of cigarettes in the trashcan on her way back into the building then immediately got back to work.

That whole night, not once did she think about how Schuyler was truly real, because in all honesty all she could remember him from were her strange dreams. The night went on for a couple more hours and she was now back at home, laying in bed. She fell asleep, once again getting lost in her dreams.

Artemis stood in a large open field, holding onto Schuyler for dear life, shielding him from the men who were trying their best to kill the man whom they believed was a witch, but he was far from it. If only those men knew the truth about him, maybe they wouldn't even be attempting this, they would be running for their lives and wouldn't even give him the slightest of a glance in fear that they looked at him the wrong way.

Back then Schuyler's temper was far worse than it was now, just because he was getting a handle on how to control himself. Artemis knew who he was during the trials and that was the only time she ever knew the truth. But even though she knew the man couldn't die, she couldn't just stand there and allow him to be hurt. Numerous times she heard the man behind her tell her to move and let him deal with everything, but being the stubborn woman she always was, she continued to stand directly in that spot until she was then shot, straight through the heart.

The female dropped to the ground, the men shooting at Schuyler but all they ever seemed to manage was putting them in pain. He dropped down to Artemis and held her in his arms. "I'm sorry I have failed you again," he stated to her. With Artemis's last dying words, she said, "I love you Schuyler and I always will and that is a promise." Then, she was gone.


Freya woke up to the sound of her alarm clock, she had errands to run. The brunette slammed her hand down on the clock, finding that she had been crying in her sleep...again and also sweating...again. "Why must I keep dying in my dreams?" she questioned to herself as she climbed out of bed, getting ready to start her morning routine.

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The vampire sat again a large ornate chair as he looked upon the weeping face of the dead man who dare lay a hand on his light. His men got to him, but he did not know the horrors to come.

"Look, m-man, I'm sorry, I won't touch her, I swear, I'll go, I swear I'll go..." the man pleaded pitifully but the vampire did not understand mercy, he only knew blood, pain, vengeance.

"You will go....to hell..."
The vampire was on him, large sharp fangs ripped and tore in to flesh, the vampire didn't just drink, he chewed and swallowed, devouring the man as he cried out, his cries echoing in the warehouse yet no one dared entered the room lest this wished to be apart of this hellacious feast.

A heap of bloody bone lay where the man had been, and Schuyler left him there, his rage gone, and no only thing left was pain, regret and sadness.

He held her in his arms, tasted her lips once more, it was like the gods smiled on him, but then remembered who and what he was, and turned away again.

She had to forget him, but he could never forget her.

He held her as she died, three times, he held her, watched the light leave her eyes. This was his punishment for all the lives he took.

He moved to the desk nearest the wall, away from the remains.
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"I DIDN'T WANT THIS!" He screamed to the gods, flipping the table up over end. "I DIDN'T WANT ANY OF THIS!" He boomed, ink black tears welling up in his eyes.

Why bring her back, just to kill her again. Why give her memories, clues to her life. She didn't deserve this, perhaps he did, but she was innocent, she was always so innocent.

They way she smiled him as Jezebel the kind girl who saw a weak man in the woods, to offered her blood and he took more then he should have, the quick witted Lady Adelaide would would not take no for an answer, the selfish Artemis, to defended him to the end.

He raked his hands over his face, dug his nails into his own skull and roared in frustration and rage, before it all turned to sadness again.

"Stay away from me, Please, Sweetling, Just stay away." He pleaded but he knew she wouldn't.

She promised with her dying breath.
"I love you Schuyler and I always will..."

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The vampire sat again a large ornate chair as he looked upon the weeping face of the dead man who dare lay a hand on his light. His men got to him, but he did not know the horrors to come.

"Look, m-man, I'm sorry, I won't touch her, I swear, I'll go, I swear I'll go..." the man pleaded pitifully but the vampire did not understand mercy, he only knew blood, pain, vengeance.

"You will go....to hell..."
The vampire was on him, large sharp fangs ripped and tore in to flesh, the vampire didn't just drink, he chewed and swallowed, devouring the man as he cried out, his cries echoing in the warehouse yet no one dared entered the room lest this wished to be apart of this hellacious feast.

A heap of bloody bone lay where the man had been, and Schuyler left him there, his rage gone, and no only thing left was pain, regret and sadness.

He held her in his arms, tasted her lips once more, it was like the gods smiled on him, but then remembered who and what he was, and turned away again.

She had to forget him, but he could never forget her.

He held her as she died, three times, he held her, watched the light leave her eyes. This was his punishment for all the lives he took.

He moved to the desk nearest the wall, away from the remains.
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"I DIDN'T WANT THIS!" He screamed to the gods, flipping the table up over end. "I DIDN'T WANT ANY OF THIS!" He boomed, ink black tears welling up in his eyes.

Why bring her back, just to kill her again. Why give her memories, clues to her life. She didn't deserve this, perhaps he did, but she was innocent, she was always so innocent.

They way she smiled him as Jezebel the kind girl who saw a weak man in the woods, to offered her blood and he took more then he should have, the quick witted Lady Adelaide would would not take no for an answer, the selfless Artemis, to defended him to the end.

He raked his hands over his face, dug his nails into his own skull and roared in frustration and rage, before it all turned to sadness again.

"Stay away from me, Please, Sweetling, Just stay away." He pleaded but he knew she wouldn't.

She promised with her dying breath.
"I love you Schuyler and I always will..."

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As she got dressed, all she could seem to think about was that dream, the previous ones she had, but mainly that one. She promised this man, a man she had never seen before in her current life a love that would last an eternity. Which seemed to stick. Even though she hadn't met the man, she still loved him just as she promised. Though once again she had a missing piece from her puzzle. Things that happened from the night before suddenly just weren't there anymore. She felt that this man, this Schuyler, she had met before. Not just in her dreams, but last night at the bar.

At that point, she knew what she had to do. Even though it may sound crazy, but she had to seek him out, she just had to. Once she was dressed, she just walked, without a given destination, just walked until she appeared at the door of a home. With a sigh she knocked. Honestly having no idea who she was going to see behind this door, what she was going to say, or honestly why she had knocked on the door to begin with. It was just as natural as anything else had been in her life. It's like she knew exactly where the man from her dreams was located without even knowing who he was...

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Schuyler had been resting in his condo when there was a sudden knock at the door. His eyes sprang open, his fangs bared.

No one, not even his crew knew where the vampire laid his head so who could be knocking on his door.
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He moved to the door in a blink, but froze with his hand on the doorknob.

He caught her scent. It was unmistakable.

"No, sweetling, no... he thought and yanked his hand away from the doorknob as if it were hot.

She found him. She always found him, but how, for all of his compulsion, for all of it, she should not know this, yet here she is, again, as always. She always found him.

He placed his hand on the door, and closed his eyes. He knew what he had to do.
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He opened the door, and had to force himself to stay expressionless, though the sight of her was tempting.

"Can I help you?" He said feigning impatience and annoyance. It was only then he realize he answered the door without a shirt.
He knew his girl, that always spelled trouble.
"Well?"

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When the man had opened it the door, immediately she knew who was standing before her. "Schuyler..." she mumbled aloud, meaning for it to stay in her head but she couldn't help it. She bit down on her lip as she looked him up and down, finding that he was shirtless, looking just the way he did from her dreams. Some of the nights she spent in bed with him, doing some of the nastiest things you could think of. Her eyes were then filled with lust, though she tried her best to ignore it.

At that moment, she glanced into his eyes, finding the man she had encountered many times before hidden behind his hardened expressions. She knew he was a caring man, he only showed that he was cold and heartless on the outside. Oddly enough, Freya felt that she knew this man inside and out, even though she couldn't seem to understand why because she had never met him before...that thought constantly kept sweeping through her mind. Though she couldn't help but sense that he knew who she was as well, all too well.

"I um," she started as she rubbed the back of her neck. "Sorry, I um, got the wrong house," she stated, suddenly feeling a bit out of place. From the way he just looked at her she felt that she should go. Though even though she felt she should, she just stood there, staring at him. More than anything she wanted to be wrapped in his arms. This feeling she felt deep inside was much more powerful than anything she ever felt before. It honestly scared her. How could I be in love with this man? I don't even know him? she told herself for the thousandth time.

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Schuyler, still feigning indifference, nodded, and closed the door behind her. His heart aching at the sight of her. He leaned against the door, his hand placed where she would have stood.

"Stay away, just stay away." he begged her, though she was not there.

He pushed away from the door, and lay back down, his mind dancing with images and memories of her.
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He recalled the first time he saw her. She was a simple woodcutter's daughter, pure of body and spirit, she'd been known around the village for her kindness. She showed it to him that day. Her first death and the start of their curse.

He was only meant to take a little, but he was hurt, his body was racked with pain, he still wasn't sure what he was, or why. His father had made him this way, he should have let him die as a child, but no, between him and the witches, he didn't let him.

He reminded the taste of her skin, the feel of her heartbeat as he pressed his fangs against her neck. He could remember how though it hurt her, she held strong, and eventually, she held to him, allowing him to drink, and he did. She was intoxicating, not just her blood, but she herself, the sound of her breath as pain slid into pleasure. He drank too much, took her life's blood from her, and even as she died, she smiled.

Schuyler's shot up, resting his elbows on his thighs and covered his face with his hands.

He didn't even know her name in this life.

He took a deep breath and then something occurred to him.
In each life, she knew who he was, she knew what he was so maybe things would be different, if she didn't know.

Maybe he didn't have to stay away from her, just keep her from finding out the truth about him.

With renewed confidence, and vigor, Schuyler got ready for the night, he had some politicians to bribe, which wouldn't be hard, considering most of them where drug addicts anyway.

~Late that Evening~

Schuyler was sharing a drink with a politician after making them a deal, they would keep from his business, and he'd provide them with funding for their political campaign as well as with quality drugs.

The politician accepted gratefully and decided they'd celebrate with drinks and a couple of escorts. Schuyler wanted neither of those things, but he's grin and bare it, as usual.

"These are the finest escorts, you'll ever see." the politician bragged. Schuyler chuckled. "I'm sure." he said coolly as he waited for the woman to show up.

It didn't take long and as much as he wanted to see her, this was the last place he wanted to do it.

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Freya began to finally step off his porch as he closed the door, but once he had, she found herself just sitting on the stairs of his front porch. She couldn't bring herself to leave, but then she remembered that she had to work tonight, one of the politicians wanted her to escort him and someone he was speaking with about his campaign. That was something she certainly couldn't pass up.

The female finally stood to her feet and began heading back home to speak to Samara, her friend who was going to be the other escort for the night. All day they were talking about what to wear, promising themselves if they drank that they weren't going to drink enough to become completely wasted.

Though once again, all day long the only thing that constantly kept running through her mind was Schuyler.

Late that evening
Freya had dressed in a blue laced dress with a thin, black belt around her waist and a pair of heels. The female brushed through her long strands, made sure her makeup looked neat and grabbed her purse and pulled it over her shoulder before stepping out into her living room. "I'm ready," she stated to Samara, who had been sitting on the couch.

The two females then went on their way to meet up with the politician. Once they stepped into the building, they looked around for him and finally they spotted him, though it wasn't until she laid eyes upon Schuyler that she just froze and stared at him. "Oh shit," she mumbled to herself before placing a professional look upon her face and followed behind Samara to the two men.

"Good evening Sir," Samara stated to the politician before nodding her head at Schuyler, giving him recognition as well.

Freya found herself standing between the sitting Schuyler and Samara who had been standing beside the sitting politician. With her being this close to Schuyler, all she was able to manage was a simple nod to each of the men before allowing Samara to handle the rest of the talking to get the night started. She found herself completely frozen around Schuyler, she honestly had no clue why other than the fact he was the man in her dreams and she kept running into him constantly for some reason. Along with the fact that she had pretty much fallen in love with this man without even knowing him.

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Schuyler kept his face passive as she looked at him. He wanted to ask her name, just to know her name would be good enough to sate him, but as she gazed at him with those big stormy eyes, he wanted to hold her, press a kiss to her knuckles. Here she was again, an occupation that did nothing for the noble woman she truly was. An escort? She was only a step up from prositituiton.

As glad as he was to see her, he was disappointed.

"Hello again." He said, his voice was gruff as he stifled his anger.

"I see you've chosen yours for the evening, she's special isn't she." the politician said as if they were choosing a prize mare. Schuyler gave a nod. "You have no idea." He thought as the politician went over to the other girl that accompanied her.

"We'll be headed to the theater, I'll call the car, it should be here in about an hour." the politican said, placing his hand on the backside of the other girl, ushering her into the other room.

He hoped that his girl was never one of them. She was better than that.
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He looked up, his gaze having fallen to his feet to keep it from lingering. She would have thought that they'd only just met this morning by mistake, he could tell she hadn't had a cigarette since his compulsion, so he knew it took, now he had to acted as such

"One would think you were following me...first you appear at my doorstep, and now here. Curious, isn't it?" He said and hoped against hope he at least sounded annoyed. He moved to the table, where drinks were sitting. "Can I offer you a drink, Miss...?" His voice trailed to imply he wanted to know her name.

Gods, did he want to know her name.

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The very second the politician and Samara had left the two of them alone together, she began cussing herself out in her head. Though she was ripped from those thoughts when she heard the male's voice. "One would think you were following me...first you appear at my doorstep, and now here. Curious isn't it?"

The female just nodded her head with a soft sigh and she rubbed the back of her neck, "Yeah, um, I honestly don't know what that was about, sorry," she stated as she looked down at her last words. This situation was extremely awkward. It's not like she could tell him the truth, he would just think she was crazy, wouldn't he?

She followed him towards the table and sat down on one of the seats. "Can I offer you a drink, Miss...?" she heard him, pretty much hinting at the fact he wanted to know her name. "Freya, and yes please," she responded to his words. The whole time she found herself getting lost in the man's eyes, once again. Honestly she just wished she hadn't run into this man like this. The last thing she wanted to deal with was being questioned about her line of work and she had a feeling that would be coming sooner or later. Which she hoped would end up being the latter.

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"Freya, and yes please,"
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Schuyler kept his back turned to her as he poured her a drink. The vampire smiled. For the first time, in centuries, he smiled,
"Freya...Goddess of Love..." The irony of her name was not lost on him. It was a name of his home land, a place he hadn't been in centuries.

"Freya, Lovely name, is that your real name or is that for this job?" He knew he sounded like a dick, but he had not choice, the less interested in him she was the better. He knew it would be difficult, she was headstrong, when she wanted something she went after it, she always did, so there was a good chance she would come back.

He turned around and handed her the drink, again his face impassive. He allow his fingers to brush against her soft skin, just to touch her again, but she would only see it as a mistake.


Sorry so short.

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Freya just sighed at his words, knowing she knew she should have seen that question coming. "It's my real name, Freya Santiago," she finally added. Though honestly, she knew she shouldn't have given her last name but it just flowed right out of her mouth, like it was just a natural thing to do.

The brunette retrieved the drink from him and noticed that his fingers brushed against her's. That just brought back a whole bunch of memories that she believed she shouldn't have even had, they weren't her's. Were they? The first kiss she shared with him in each of the three lives seemed to play throughout her mind. As Jezebel, the girl who just wanted to make a man feel better, Artemis, the stubborn woman who wanted to protect her eternal love, and Adelaide, the woman who wanted to be with her knight more than anything but it was against the laws of the land. The female just gave a soft smile towards Schuyler before taking a sip from her drink.

Freya already knew the man's name, it was the same in every dream and just straight up knew it was the same here and besides, why ask if she didn't know. Though she wasn't going to call him by his name unless he tells it to her. Well, try not to. His name just seems to naturally float from between her lips, without any way to stop it.

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Schuyler gave an impassive nod, as he sipped his drink, though a array of questions buzzed through his head. "So, Freya Santiago, You don't seem like the escort type, using your real name like you do. You must be new" he asked, trying to sound as condescending as possible, though it seemed already that she wasn't going to go for it. He had a plan B for that outcome, by simply not telling her what he was but still he had to try to get her to be a little disinterested.
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"Just so you know, I'm not going sleep with you, I'd rather not share, if you know what I mean?" It killed him to say that, it killed him attack her like this, but it was for her own good, it really was. She'd never know that, and maybe she'd hate him but he'd rather her hate him while she lived, than loved him while dead. He had enough to that three times over. At least this way, he could watch over her, from a distance and she'd live long and happy. "I'll still pay you as if we did,I'm generous that way." He said with a wolfish grin.

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Freya sighed after hearing her question and just shrugged her shoulders, "I just have nothing to hide and I also feel that if I'm stupid enough to do this job, I mind as well take the consequences that go along if I get caught. Besides, I'm not the type to lie to someone, even about my name," the female replied before taking a sip from her drink.

Though at the man's next words, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Yeah, she was an escort but she was in no way, shape, or form a prostitute like he was making her out to be. "Good, because I wasn't planning on sleeping with you to begin with. I'm not a prostitute. I'm an escort, there is a difference," she responded before going silent. Freya hated conflict and also hated snapping at people she had just met but whenever there was something she needed to say, she would say it no matter what the outcome was. That's always been how she was.

Freya needed people to know how they feel about things they say or things they do. As long as they knew how she felt about things then she didn't care what they thought of her or what they did afterwards.

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"Good, because I wasn't planning on sleeping with you to begin with. I'm not a prostitute. I'm an escort, there is a difference,"

Schuyler swallowed, glad to have had his drink to hide it. That stung, he knew he hurt her with this insinuation, but he had to get her to hate him.

The vampire shrugged. "Forgive me, I'm shallow..." He said with an cynical shrug.
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"Not to mention that your friend is doing exactly what you said escorts didn't do." he said pointing his thumb toward the other room. Sometimes he really did hate his senses, he could hear everything he was glad to have Freya to take his mind off of it.

"What are escorts supposed to do anyway, Don't tell me you are just some glammed up tour guide?" he said gesturing to the dress she was wearing that made him ache for her all over. He was glad he feed before he came here, otherwise, his hunger would have translated into something else entirely.

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Freya just let out a sigh, just nodding at his apology before taking another much needed sip from her drink, getting herself ready for any other rude comments she had coming her way, which she knew was coming all too well. She's been around too many guys to know when or when not one was coming. Though if this man actually knew her, he would realize that she was a virgin, not once did she ever have sex with anyone.

"Not to mention that your friend is doing exactly what you said escorts didn't do." Freya heard him add.

The brunette just shrugged her shoulders and looked directly at the male, into his eyes, "I know this may sound shallow, but I never said my friend wasn't a prostitute, just that I wasn't," she responded before being greeted with another question that she just couldn't help but to laugh at. "What are escorts supposed to do anyway? Don't tell me you are just some glammed up tour guide?"

With a soft chuckle she responded, "Well, if that's the way you want it explained then yeah, I guess it's exactly that. Honestly, if I didn't need the extra money to get through school and everything, I wouldn't be doing this to begin with," she added, hoping the rude comments would soon come to an end as she had no idea how much longer she would be able to hold her temper.

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"Well, if that's the way you want it explained then yeah, I guess it's exactly that. Honestly, if I didn't need the extra money to get through school and everything, I wouldn't be doing this to begin with," She said and Schuyler was proud of her, though he didn't let it show, he was glad she was working toward something.

He took a seat on one of the couch, he took a sip from his glass and looked at her. "So, your working toward school...that's good." he said, it was the first honest thing he spoke since the start of this. "You know, you could probably make more money that way then you are like this..." he said pointed his thumb toward the romper room. "Just saying."