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I Wanna Do Bad Things With You [IC]

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby DumbDora on Wed Jan 25, 2012 10:01 pm

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Dusk was still early for full darkness, and yet the building already stirred with life. Lucretia had long emerged from the basement to give activity to the dark estate, lighting the lamps with slow precision. Each night and day melted into one another, a painful existence with no apparent end. The only solace, it seemed, would be to walk into daylight, ending that eternal suffering. Yet, Lucy lived on, if not for herself, then it was for her "family", they've all grown increasingly fond of each other over the decades, though there are times when they do clash. A few years ago, Lucy had met a young man by sheer accident, and the moment they locked eyes, each painful memory of her youngest son flooded her vision. She'd watched her baby grow up and grow old and this young man was the epitome of her child. A child she had never experienced, for he was only eight months old when the woman was forced to leave her life. She had to have this young man for herself, to have her son again, eternally. And so she did, and he went willingly for his life already had an expiration date. The past six years had been easier for Lucy with Dominic around, and although Sally had once brought life to their home, Dominic had that special role in Lucy's life.

ImageSo there she was, awake early, when the sun had just disappeared beneath the horizon, but it was still fairly light outside. After lighting a few lamps in the hallway, Lucy stepped out into the shadowed back patio, it was facing south, so the purple-red hue, the remnants of sunlight, lingered in the distance, teasing the nocturnal creatures with something they could never experience again. Lucy always felt nostalgic at this time of night, remembering the sight of sun was a foggy memory, but as years passed, she began to expect this feeling, much like a routine. Just as her "family" would begin to rise from the basement, where they slumbered in safe darkness during the day, Lucy would be heading out to catch her dinner.

It wasn't everyday that the woman would eat, instead stretching on her hunger for as long as she could; three, maybe four days. Tonight was the third night, and Lucy had grown increasingly weak over time what with restricting herself the elixir of life. There was no clear motive on why she did what she did, be it love for mortals, or even the need to harden herself against the demands of her hunger, no way to truly pin point her thoughts and desires. Lucy had gotten herself into casual skinny jeans, donned some high-heeled leather boots, a simple black blouse and a cropped leather jacket to finish off the look. Her long black hair in untamed curls drowned her shoulders, framing her pale face. Those green eyes that looked on from beneath thick lashes were intense and yet empty. Whoever was the first to meet her upstairs would only be given a curt nod and Lucy would disappear out the door, getting into her simple black car. The drive to the city wasn't too long, she'd spend the time blasting classical music through her speakers as she drove. It was one of the only luxuries of the modern world that she enjoyed.

Public parking wasn't one of it, but once she did find a spot, she'd rather take a stride through the city to physically find her suitable dinner. Although Lucretia certainly wasn't a city person, respectively, she did enjoy the variety she was allowed with the crowd. It was easier to feed, and easier to catch, and even easier to choose. Taking long strides along the sidewalk, she'd blend into the crowd of pedestrians, much like she did every time she fed. That playful smile, that gaze that stops even the stoniest men in their tracks, those were all tools for survival, truly. But before Lucy could find her dinner, much less begin searching even, she was halted in her tracks so sharply, the person walking behind her almost slammed into her, swiveling out of the way. The brunette inhaled sharply, closing her eyes then opened them to gaze upward into the vast expanse of the sky, she stood like a statue in the middle of pedestrian traffic. What made her stop? A familiar sense, a connection so deep, it drew Lucy almost inevitably.

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Eventually, she began walking, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until she broke into a run, following the pull. Adrian, she thought, it had to be him, she was so sure he was here, and she had to find him. Fueled by hate and revenge, Lucy breezed along the sidewalks, brushing past people, across the streets, missing cars as they honked in response. And then she stopped sharply, in front of an entrance to a pub. Glancing up at the title of the pub, she couldn't comprehend anything besides the need to bring this man to his death. She entered with care, brushing past people, yet she wasn't quite there, all sounds muted. Once she was in, her eyes narrowed onto a man, who's back was facing her, bent over a bar counter. It was him, she knew it, she felt it. With a determined stride, Lucy crossed the bar area, pushed past people, grabbed his shoulder and jerked it, "Adrian!" She barked.

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Re: I Wanna Do Bad Things With You [IC]

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It was that time again, when day met night, and the sun was slowly but surely blotted out by darkness. The 'Do not disturb' sign on D'mitri's door had done it's job in giving him a day of solitude and rest. However when he stirred, he was almost instantly restless, already growing tired of being cooped up. This was a daily occurrence, and part of what fueled his desire to travel. He was never one to stay in the same place for too long, but something had drawn him to this place. Something he had yet to be able to pin point. A fleeting feeling, or sense that perpetually managed to evade him for whatever reasons. So, he'd lingered around the city of Boston for the past few days, hoping that whatever had lead him here, if anything, might reveal itself. In the meantime, D'mitri easily fell into old habits and soon found himself dressing up for a night out at one of the local pubs. He even had the motivation to perhaps lure himself in a fresh meal, he could already feel the distant pangs of the unquenchable hunger just beneath the surface.

Dressed in his usual black slacks , button down and leather jacket, he left as soon as the sun had fully descended beneath the earth. The air outside was crisp, cold, and polluted; like most cities. He began the trek to the bar, the scent easy enough to pick out, coupled of course with the tell tale sounds of music, cursing, and intoxicated chit chat. But as his long legs carried him towards an intended destination, he found his bright blue eyes wandering from individual to individual. Three hundred years, and somehow people watching never got old. Like snow flakes, no one was ever the same as the last. But that wasn't what made them such intriguing creatures. Maybe it was because he was once one of them, and maybe he still wished he was. There was a sort of envy that came with knowing that while he was stuck on this world eternally, for better or for worse - they had an option to escape. The option that had been taken from him. No, the option he'd thrown away during his prolonged moments of weakness.

D'mitri firmly shook his head. Now was not the time to be nostalgic, nor the time to linger on the past. He'd live for three hundred years and he'd like live another three hundred. Trick was to take things one day, one night rather, at a time. And tonight, he was going to sit down, have a drink, and it all things went well, have himself a nice dinner before the sun came up in the morning.

Arriving at the pub, D'mitri shouldered the door open and weaved his way through the crowd to the bar. He slid onto an empty stool, and waggled his fingers at the bartender signaling for a shot of whiskey to start the night off. Tossing the drink back, the hot liquid burned his throat in a way that the hunger didn't, yet they were both familiar to him. Swiveling around casually in his seat, D'mitri scanned his surroundings, eyes flickering from one patron to the next. Those in attendance ranged from an elderly regular slumped over in the corner, and an underage female being taught hot to properly hold a pool cue across the room. The pickings, at least at the moment were rather slim, none quite sticking out of the crowd. But if living for so long taught you anything, it was patience. He could, and would wait. The night was still young, and the fresher meals probably wouldn't begin trickling in for another hour or so. So, with a steady inhale he spun back around and ordered a long necked bottle of beer, and leaned on the bar top.

Then, all of a sudden - there it was.

That familiar feeling he couldn't place. That itch he couldn't scratch.

He calmly brought the bottle to his lips, and forced himself to still still, to remain patient. Whatever...or perhaps whoever it was was getting..closer. Maybe they'd sensed it to. He'd have to wait and find out. But waiting was always the worst part.

It became clearer the closer they got that it was in fact a 'who', not a 'what'. He was acutely aware the moment they entered the pub. Everything else was tuned out and muffled, save for the sounds of their footsteps. Heels, to be exact. His brows crinkled in thought, restless, anxious even to find out who was behind this strange feeling. Another vampire he was sure...but who?

"Adrian!"

The name shook him to his core, and his confidence wavered if only for a second. Unnoticeable to even the most perceptive human, but she would spot the falter instantly. Had he not been shocked that thoroughly, he might have given more attention to how blatantly and fiercely attractive she was - then again, they all were. It was a key to their survival after all. More importantly though, was the one simple name that she had spat, as if it were a poison. He imagined it left a bad taste in her mouth, as it similarly left a ringing in his ears. He hadn't heard that name in...years...centuries...and he'd hoped to never have to. Not after everything that had happened. Steeling himself, and effortlessly slipping on a mask of calm, and calculated indifference the Russian vampire cocked his head to the side, and narrowed his gaze defensively.

"D'mitri, actually..." He breathed with the easy quirk of a brow, slightly turning his head to take another sip of his alcoholic beverage, allowing himself to casually take his eyes off of her if only for a moment. When he'd finished milking his drink, he'd give her his full attention, still cautious and on edge but maintaining a cool composure. "Is there something I can help you with?" He inquired, because as much as he wanted nothing to do with anyone who was involved with Adrian in any way, shape, or form - he couldn't ignore something as strong as this. They had both felt it, this connection of sorts that had brought them together, that much was obvious. The next step was to ask questions, and he definitely had plenty of them. Ranging from how she knew Adrian, to why she sounded so mad at him; but the most prominent one at the moment was simply why? Why were they connected? Why now? Why here? Why her?
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Re: I Wanna Do Bad Things With You [IC]

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The sun kept Dominic inside the basement of the large mansion. He had learned firsthand what sunlight would do to his kind. Did he miss the sun? Not one bit, for he was always a night person anyways, and now his nocturnal ways kept him alive. The creaking sound of coffins opening signaled Dominic to open his own. He was hungry, but then again when wasn’t he? His eyes shimmered with the hunger he felt, and he slowly pushed the coffin’s hood open. In his coffin, he slumbered shirtless, thus was the life of a young vampire. Stepping out of the coffin, he made his way upstairs out of the basement. It was a sigh of relief that escaped him as he entered into the main hall and made his way upstairs, catching sight of the purple red hue that signified the sun setting. He smiled, it was time to hunt. He was sure that Lucretia was already gone, and when he heard the sound of a car engine revving up and departing the estate, he only sighed.

“Why does she always leave me behind?” he said, though it was more of a thought that slipped out of his mouth.

As he entered the rather large room he called his, he couldn’t help but wonder how long it had been since he slept in the room. Smirking, he went to his dresser and grabbed a shirt and necessities. He needed to take a bath, as he often did before going out. Walking into the bathroom, he made quick work of his tasks and emerged from the room fully dressed in a pair of skinny jeans, a white v neck shirt and a pull over black leather jacket. He had on a pair of black Nike shoes that accentuated the outfit he had put on. Though, he had tons of v neck shirts of various colors and a lot of leather jackets, as well as a field of shoes, so it wasn’t really a surprise if he matched up every now and then. As he walked into the main hall, he grabbed his car keys, a simple black SUV that was a gift from his maternal parents for his 19th birthday. He remembered that day so pictorially that it caused him to go into a flashback. This was also around the time that he met Lucretia and she offered him the “gift” he has now, the gift of eternal life. He remembered how much suffering he had been in, and how none could help him. His hands balled up into a fist and struck the wall beside the key holder. The crevice caused by his fist was large enough to place an orange in securely. He shook away the memories and thought about Ira, his girlfriend and the love of his life. A smile managed to appear on his face as he thought about her. He grabbed his cell phone out of the basket he put it in whenever he returned to his “home” and exited the large house.

When he jumped into his black SUV, he couldn’t help but wonder what Ira was up to. He hoped that she was alright, he hoped that the hunger hadn’t caused her to venture out without him. He had yet to tell Lucretia of what he had done, and though he knew he would have to tell her eventually, he was going to attempt to keep it a secret for as long as he could. The drive to Ira’s apartment wasn’t a long one, but it was a relaxing one. He pulled into the driveway and parked the car with ease. Quickly he got out of the SUV and hurried up to Ira’s apartment, knocking as soft as a vampire could upon a wooden door.
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Re: I Wanna Do Bad Things With You [IC]

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Image The moment this man swung around, Lucy knew that it wasn't Adrian. She'd memorized the monster's facial features, each one of them to a level so detailed that it wasn't surprising to remember it three hundred years later, and this man certainly wasn't him, but she still felt as if he was some way connected to her maker. She'd spotted the sudden shock in his eyes, though was impressed at how quickly it had washed away. The woman was a bit more preoccupied with trying to not look foolish, her stone features softening visibly. "D'mitri..." she repeated appearing like a fish out of water. "I'm sorry," she quickly said when he'd mentioned Adrian as an insult, though she couldn't help but catch on that he knew Adrian after all. "I'm sorry, for some reason I felt-- thought, that you were him," the woman visibly deflated, sliding onto the stool next to him.

For a moment, she looked shaken; had she found Adrian, she could finally put a series of emotions behind her. Perhaps she was disappointed that it wasn't him? Lucy flicked her bright green eyes at him, "How--" she hesitated, "How do you know him?" It was a simple question enough, Lucy knew he was one of her kind, however, she couldn't pin point his age or even his origin save for the tell-tale name. Tense and hungry, Lucy emitted the kind of energy that could make anyone nervous. Grabbing the bartender's attention, she ordered a glass of Well Vodka on the rocks, hoping to knock back the drink and feel a bit more in control.

All she wanted to know now was of his connection to Adrian, later questions would consist of his residence. As far as she knew, only two nests were located in the Boston area, her's and a much larger one with over ten vampires. It wasn't safe for any vampire to live on his or her own, she knew that from experience. Especially as a young vampire with no knowledge of your own desires and your own powers. She knew he wasn't young-- that was certain.

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Re: I Wanna Do Bad Things With You [IC]

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The sun was setting on a new night, or rather, a new day, for the members of one particular nest. Marcello, however, was having a later start than usual. He'd suffered another sleepless day, and was now recounting that same, reoccurring dream he had every time he dreamed, which...Wasn't often. Everything was fresh, real, just as it had always been...For years. He woke up and pushed up the lid to his coffin, sitting up faster than he'd intended and attempting to slow his breathing. It was strange, really, because his dream wasn't a nightmare, but the end chilled him to his very core. Maybe it had something to do with the bright, glaring sunrise? Probably a little.

He pushed himself up and walked slowly upstairs, he was getting tired of this...Dreaming thing. It didn't happen often, but it always put him on edge, as the other members of his "family" would surely notice.

He sighed as he looked outside, he'd missed Lucy. He normally awoke only a short time after her, got to at least ask how she'd slept. Not tonight, though. Oh well, there would be time for that later on. Now, he needed to make himself presentable. Not that he wasn't already, but if he was to take a trip into the city, as he did most every night, he would need to wear something different. Jeans, a green button-up shirt, a grey sport's coat, and a pair of simple, black shoes later and he was ready to go. Except for the fact that he didn't quite feel right. Something felt...Off. He took a moment to try and figure out what exactly was wrong. But, as he couldn't think of a thing, he just shrugged it off. Perhaps it wasn't the best of his decisions, but not ever Marcello made good decisions all of the time.

As he walked towards the door, he tried to assure himself that he was only worked up over his dream, and that he needed to hurry up and feed so that he could spend the rest of the night in peace. Doing nothing more than being undead. He noticed two things rather quickly: Dominic had left; and he'd felt the need to take out some frustration on a wall. Marcello hadn't heard the noise past the roaring in his ears, but he guessed it was the young vampire, and not someone older. Because that left all of two options, and honestly, neither of them struck Marcello as the wall-punching type. Actually, he was fairly sure it wasn't either of them. He sighed and grabbed his keys, walked out the door, and got a good look at his car. He wasn't sure what had possessed him to want to procure a blue automobile, except that he liked it. He liked it a lot.

So he got in; drove in silence- save his thoughts, and that oceanic roaring that hunger seemed to bring to his ears.

He hated it. Made it hard to think clearly. He liked to think clearly.

So he drove to the city. He need to feed. Needed blood...Blood. He shook his head. No, think. Thoughts are good, Marcello. You're not a mindless monster...But...Blood!

He sighed and slammed his fist on the steering wheel- a shallow honk resounding as he did so- it was a sad day when one couldn't even reason with himself. He wished he wouldn't have skipped out of feeding the day before in favor of cleaning. He didn't even understand the logic behind that one. He got out of the car, insured it was locked, and headed into the city. He would try and avoid where any other vampires would be. This was going to be a quick and easy kill. He was going to find someone that was going to be an easy enough target, and then he was going home...Home sounded good to him. Sitting, doing nothing, maybe talking to his family. Home.

But now he had to focus. He stopped. Dead in his tracks, looked at a young woman, maybe in his twenties. She looked angry. Angry at the world. She was far from perfect, but he knew that tonight, she would suffice. She would satisfy his hunger. He had to move quickly, because she hadn't stopped for him, and she was on the other side of the street. He could manage that. He'd done it enough times. He thought. And he was on the other side before too much longer, casually running into her and apologizing as though he'd run over her cat. She found that charming.

Feasting on her blood was a simple task, really. She was more than willing to take him out, take him home, even. She was so tired of life, but- as she'd told him a number of times- she didn't have the heart to kill herself.

Marcello couldn't help but wonder that, if there was life after death (other than a vampire's, of course) if she was grateful, or enraged at him. After all...She had told him she wanted to die. He sighed in relief, now he could think clearly. He cleaned himself up before sneaking away. It was sad, how quickly these things could be done, anymore. Humans were simply too easy to seduce. He checked his watch and scoffed; half in disgust and half in joy. That hadn't taken longer than an hour! God that woman was desperate!
"Cowards die many times before their deaths, the valiant never taste of death but once."

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Re: I Wanna Do Bad Things With You [IC]

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Lestat


Lifting himself out of his coffin, Lestat felt the fresh upon his face and savored it. He inhaled as sharply as his lungs would allow him to, coveting it as if it was some sort of precious item he wished no one else to keep. As a vampire, breathing was not something he had to do, but merely a way for him to feel a bit more comfortable. As the air traveled into his nose and just as quickly out from his mouth, he quickly pivoted himself to the left and swung his legs out off the coffin and onto the ground. He was usually the last to awaken on most days, unless something exciting was going on that would make him even want to venture out of bed.

As he stretched, pulling one arm over his head and then the next, he managed to bring his gaze in a rather bored fashion straight at where the others coffins were. While he had expected the others to be awake, he didn't expect to find little to no trace of Lucy's scent. It obviously meant that she had ventured out quite awhile ago, and for what reason...well she surely had a few he suspected. Marcello's scent as well as Dominic's was still quite poignant that he assumed they both had woken only a bit after Lucretia had. That was good enough reasoning for him to take a quick shower and to take off the silk pajamas he usually favored, in return for a outfit better suited for the evening.

After a much needed cleaning, Lestat would emerge freshly washed and looking as good as any man had a right to be. A few dabs of the Hugo Boss Dark Blue cologne Anya had purchased for him while visiting added just the right amount of scent to match his good looks. Women loved a man that smelled good, and when women loved him, it made it easier to feed. He would wait however. He usually preferred to stay in the mansion while the others were out, if not for cautions sake. Once in awhile, a human might venture out and put on a brave face as they and their usual idiotic teenager friends dared them to ring the door bell. It was always amusing to scare them by sneaking out of the back and letting Roscoe scamper off after them. Most animals usually had the good sense to keep away from the creatures of the night, but as Lestat had found the dog almost a year ago and for one reason or another couldn't bear to get rid of him, the hound stayed.

Lestat managed to take his time walking up the stairs into the main living room of the house. He had noticed that Sally's coffin remained undisturbed and wondered if she too would take her leave to feed or wait with him while the rest of the family slowly but surely returned home. He didn't mind either way, like most things he didn't care too much.As long as no one approached him in a negative manner, Lestat considered himself a relatively easy guy to get along with. Marcello and Lucy were the two he was closest to of course, but that didn't mean that Sally and Dominic didn't also have a little niche to themselves in his dark little heart.

While he pondered, he found himself walking in the direction of the CD player. Currently inside was a mix CD of Lestat's that he considered part of his evening ritual. Pointing an index finger at the tiny blue play button, he lightly pushed down on it and waited for the music to begin. As the sounds of Beethoven'sSymphony No. 5 in C Minor burst through the speakers, filling the house with violins, piano, and a vast array of instruments Lestat would only close his eyes and raise his two index fingers up into the air , waving them around in response to the music.





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Spinning and spinning. Faster and faster. Slowing. Stopped. Dizzied in the blaring light of the sun. Happiness and a hollow feeling in the background. Sally fell into the arms of her darling Ezra, his blue eyes piercing her soul. Bitter rays of sunlight cast upon their faces, making them look as if they were both made of porcelain. Their smiles and loving looks would make anyone notice. The coast was her favorite place to stay, toes stuck in the sand, cool winds gusting over them. The smooth sounds of the ocean filled the air, birds flocked near by, and bursts of laughter escaped their lips. Everything was absolutely perfect, a slow motion moment, an everlasting memory. Ezra's silky voice flowed over Sally, giving her a sense of comfort, a sense of love; life. "All I want is to have you, but isn't that what time is for? Trust we'll be together soon-"

It was all a dream. A dream that was abruptly terminated. There was no name for this kind of dream, it was all too much like a nightmare, and yet she enjoyed the subtle torture it was giving her. She was angered by the sun that she missed to much, and yet it could dance in her dreams with out a pain. And the sheer bliss and happiness of being with him was sickening. Sally's eyes opened wide, a sudden splash of horror overwhelmed her. There was nothing she could do and there were no regrets to be had in such a dark life. Forgiving yourself was the most important thing to learn as a vampire, because no else lasts that long anyway.

There was no real time Sally decided to get up, but apparently she was wasting away. All the coffins were empty when she emerged from her small space. That was okay by her, there were no worries of questions pertaining to dreams, or other strange things she might do in her sleep. You see, Sally wasn't exactly the calmest of sleepers. She was easily worked up about things and often had dreams. The kind that are so raw and sticky, so sweet and lovely. Just like the one she just experienced. After all, all her best memories are in her dreams. Sally can barely even separate the false and the real memories. Her subconscious was twisting her old life around by inserting them into her lucid dreams.

Her feet patted on the floor for a moment before she decided to go upstairs to take a shower. The hot water and steam might do her a bit of good. After avoiding any contact with whomever might be home, Sally took her time in the shower. There was only a little hunger that festered inside of her, nothing she couldn't handle for a while. She might as well stay at home in the silence before venturing out to the city. By the time she was out of the shower and tucked away in a towel she could hear Beethoven's Symphony No. 5 in C Minor. A roll of the eyes was all she needed. She then proceed to get dressed into a casual Sally outfit.

She trailed out to the main part of the house in a pair of tall socks on, sliding on the hard wood floor. She seemed rather childish compared to some of the other's in her family, but she always thought there needed to be some light. After all, she was eternally youthful. Very few things could harm her now. Lestat was standing waving a couple of fingers around when she entered. A smile grew across he face as she watched for a moment. It was a hollow smile mixed with some entertainment, but her dream lingered with her. There was a strange feeling about today, perhaps it was the sort of feeling to ignore. Her thoughts bounced around in her head, thinking of what the other's were doing. It looked as if Lestat was the only other who was home with her. That was alright, she had a fondness toward everyone in the family.

"Hello Lestat." She said simply, taking a step closer then planting herself onto a beautiful deep red couch.

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Re: I Wanna Do Bad Things With You [IC]

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Artik on Mon Jan 30, 2012 6:58 pm

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For the life (or lack their of) of him, D'mitri couldn't figure out why anyone would want to look for Adrian, never mind burst into a place you think he is and yell at him. If he had even thought he sensed that man...monster...in the relatively close vicinity, he'd of high tailed it in the other direction. Why? Fear perhaps. Fear of facing his past? Fear of how angry his sire might be that he'd left? There were countless possibilities really, none of which the Russian wanted to let his thoughts linger on for long. But this woman, this nameless, fierce and clearly brave vampire had come racing to the very spot she had thought Adrian had been - and she seemed vengeful. It was sickening to even think what Adrian may have done to elicit this kind of response from her.

Enough speculating. D'mitri focused on the woman as she continued to talk, seeming just as shaken as he had initially been. Adrian seemed to have a knack for getting negative reactions from those he crosses paths with. She apologized, and he simply nodded, turning slightly as she took the seat beside him. She seemed genuinely disappointed in not having found who she had hoped to but he had made his connection to Adrian rather obvious and she'd picked up on it - thus the questions began. "How do I know Adrian.." He repeated, almost nostalgic.. but the memories nearly made him lose his burning appetite. And he found that he usual snarky demeanor was temporarily inhibited as a result of discussing his sire. He debated lying to her, conjuring up some falsehood so that he didn't have to admit any kind of direct connection. But for some reason, the level of pure emotional investment she appeared to have involving Adrian for whatever reason struck him and led him to be truthful for the time being.

"He sired me." D'mitri simply stated, refusing to go into details or volunteer any information freely. But he didn't have to say more than those three words to convey, via tone of voice, without a doubt that he had a underlying hatred for the man.

It quickly became obvious that that hadn't been the explanation she had been expecting. Her reaction triggered his mind to jump to all possible conclusions, but first, he'd answer her other inquiries. He would respond to her question of residency honestly enough with a thoughtless shrug "I don't belong to a nest, if that's what you mean." He began, pausing between sentences to take a calming sip of alcohol silently wishing it had a stronger effect on his kind. "I get restless - so I travel." He clarified before furrowing his brows some. Lifting his stormy gaze to meet her emerald one, he proceeded to repeat her initial question a second time - this time posing it for her to answer. How did she know Adrian?

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