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Freya Santiago [28] "I swear I've been reincarnated before!"
Schuyler MacKeltar [23] "Three times, I have failed you, I can not do it again..."
Schuyler MacKeltar* [5] "Three times, I have failed you, I can not do it again..."
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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.
"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.
Dialogue Color Code: Orange
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.
"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."
Dialogue Color Code: Orange
Freya just nodded along with him until he got to the point about the romper room. She immediately froze at those words and looked at him as if he grew another head. "I may be into desperate money right now, but I'm not that desperate. I'm not the kind of woman to put my body out there for all the men in the world to see and enjoy," she responded. She ordered another much needed drink and sipped from it. This was definitely going to be a night filled with nothing more than smart comments, she knew that from the start. Though she still couldn't help but feel that she knew this man, that there was something more to their relationship or whatever you want to call it than what was laid out before her.
Why was she having dreams about this man? In all of them she died and he was there with her. There had to be something going on. Though she wanted to ask him about it but she was just terrified that he would just think she's crazy and that was far from what she needed to deal with as of right now.
"I may be into desperate money right now, but I'm not that desperate. I'm not the kind of woman to put my body out there for all the men in the world to see and enjoy,"She said and Schuyler laughed. It was cold and humorless. "Then perhaps you should change your profession." he said taking another swig, cursing his inability to feel the alcohol's effects. He could really use it about now.
Thankfully the two were finished and the politician and his escort were back. The other woman had on the most fake smile he'd ever seen but he just let it alone. She didn't look hurt, just disgusted with herself and the man she'd been with. Her eyes found him and he could see what she was thinking, that she wished she been with him instead.
While Schuyler wasn't vain at all, he knew he was a better specimen then the 50 something politician with a beer belly, and a receding hairline.
"Alright, you two ready to go? I believe our ride is here." The politician offered and Schuyler nodded. "Quite, actually." He said and gestured for Freya to walk ahead of him, ever the gentlemen. The politician just hooked his arm around the other girl and shuffled out the door.
He made no move to touch her, though his hand hovered decently over the small of her back, somewhat protectively. He kept her on the inside of the walk and opened the door for her when the car came around.
"After you." he told her and as she passed him, he caught a whiff of her scent and he nearly choked on it. Why was it that after centuries, she could still smell the same...?
He looked over at the poliction who was eying Freya and a low growl rumbled in his chest, but he left it alone, since the women were present. He then noticed the other girl, how she held herself. Something wasn't right with her but he couldn't tell what.
How did he miss that before? She didn't look hurt but by the way she moved into the car, her legs closed tight, seemingly trying to shrink herself down as best she could.
The politician started for the car but Schuyler snatched him back as if it was a friendly gesture.
He smiled at him, and spoke. "Did you hurt that girl?" He asked and the politician swallowed but smiled.
"No no, of course not."He lied and Schuyler smiled back.
"If you hurt her, I'll snap your neck." He said and stepped into the car, leaving the politician sputtering.
Dialogue Color Code: Orange
Upon hearing Schuyler's response to her words she found herself wanting to just let all of her wrath out on him. Though just before she was getting ready to speak the politician came out with her best friend. She looked very disgusted though something was a bit off about her. That would be something she would discuss with her when they got home.
Freya sighed a bit, trying her best to calm herself down so she wouldn't be rude while on the job, which was honestly becoming a very difficult thing to do. Though she couldn't help but think that maybe the agitating male was right. Even though she needed the money and desperately, there could always be a different way to get it. The only thing is, she wasn't sure how she would do it. Every other job just seemed to toss her out the door by a single look at her. Part of her believed it had something to do with some sort of discrimination but she just seemed to shrug it off every time.
When everyone was ready to leave, she sensed Schuyler's hand just hovering at the small of her back but she wanted nothing more than for him to touch her. She wanted to feel his touch. Freya couldn't seem to understand why that was and maybe it had something to do with her strange dreams but she hoped that this urge wouldn't overtake her tonight. That would definitely end up becoming something that would be interesting trying to explain.
Freya climbed into the vehicle after Samara and leaned over towards her, whispering into her ear, "Hey, is everything alright?" she questioned.
With that Samara shook her head and whispered back, "He did much more than I allow," she stated as she slightly raised the hem of her dress up to show the outside of her right thigh, showing a huge bruise.
Immediately Freya found herself getting angry and she climbed out of the vehicle with nothing more than a purpose to put this man in his place. She didn't care if he were a politician or not, nobody lays their hands on people she cares about.
Freya pushed passed Schuyler and got right in the man's face. "Look, I don't care how big and bad you are. You harmed my best friend and nobody does that on my watch! You can take your fancy little limo and large bank account and just shove it up your ass!" she stated just before she slapped the man. Just then she turned to help Samara out of the vehicle but she was caught by the politician.
The male violently turned her around by pulling on her wrist. "Let me go."
Without thinking, he snatched the politician's wrist and squeezed. Hard.
"What did I just say?" He said, everything about him was calm, visually, however, his inner rage was palpable. He felt bones crunch in his hand while the politician gasped out in pain, his hand unable to do anything but flex, releasing Freya.
"You should go now, Belle, Take your friend, I will be sure to reimburse you for the evening, the both of you." he said, and it wouldn't be until later that he realized he called her 'Belle', not Freya.
At the moment, all he could think of was trying not to kill him while the girls were watching.
"You and I shall have words now, Senator..." He told him and the old man whimpered.
Schuyler looked up at Freya once more.
"You should go...quickly."
Dialogue Color Code: Orange
Freya was immediately shocked when she noticed how quickly Schuyler had reacted to the way the senator had been treating her. She heard the bones in the senator's arm crunch within the grip of Schuyler's though before she had any chance to say anything Schuyler spoke up, telling her to leave. Though instead of calling her Freya, she heard the name Belle. Who was Belle?
"You should go...quickly." she heard, causing her to immediately snap herself out of her thoughts and she climbed into the vehicle, dragging Samara out with her.
"Come on, let's go," she stated once she was out of the vehicle and beginning to head in the direction towards their home in a fast pace. Upon reaching the other side of the corner, she called a taxi and the two women climbed inside. "4540 Chanson Street," she stated to the driver as she closed the door.
The driver went down the road, taking the women back to their home. With a sigh she pulled her wallet out of her purse and handed him the money for the ride and helped Samara out of the cab. Upon entering their home she closed the door and let out a soft sigh as she glanced over at her best friend. "So what really happened?" she questioned as she moved herself over to the couch and sat down beside Samara.
"He...he...he forced me to do things I told him I wasn't going to do. He would hit me any time I fought back."
Immediately Freya felt rage grow in her heart. The man had the nerve to hurt her best friend and forced her into doing things she wasn't comfortable with. Yes, they may have been in a dangerous and somewhat whorish line of work. But that didn't give anyone the permission to treat her best friend the way the senator had.
Unlike prostitutes they had lines that shouldn't get crossed. With Samara and Freya they're both different, but they both have their lines. Freya sighed as she looked over to Samara and spoke, "I know we need the money but we'll have to find a different way to get it. Even if it takes a while. We're not doing this again, not after what happened tonight," she demanded before standing to her feet.
"I'm going to go get a shower. Don't hesitate to come get me if you need me Boo," she stated before retreating to the bathroom.
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