Curiosity killed more than the cat. {OPEN}

[arielle]

To Patrick's surprise she walked into the Pub earlier than he had expected. She had the dog.
"Oh don't look at me like that, pat. You know i walk home most nights. I have to have my big protector with me..."

She looked up at the bartender with big doe eyes and a small pout.

"what if i run into a vampire of werewolf?"

She wanted to see his reaction, hear his response. She had accepted the fact that there were vampires, but she wanted to find out who else knew.

"There is no such thing as werewolves, kidd."

She smiled, but there are vampires, eh old man. She beamed at him, but don't you want me to be protected then? She squealed as he threw a dirty rag at her and she playfully tossed it back. He poured her a drink and she sat on the bar and sipped it.

"I actually did come in early for a reason. i need you to give this to someone."

She pulled out a small notebook from her purse. And a pen. She began to write on it softly. She had thought about kissing the note, unsure of why, she always had thought that that was terribly romantic. She did not want to give the wrong impression. She chuckled to herself. She really didn't know why she was even doing this at all. Especially after her nightmare the night before. She shrugged it off. She was curious.

Dear Dakhan
It completely slipped my mind the other day, but i have a spare room and you are more than welcome to it. I'm sorry I did not volunteer it earlier, but it never crossed my mind. I'm not quite sure what was wrong with me. This is my number if yo would like to take me up on my offer.
123-456-7890
Arielle♥

She read over it once more then handed it to Pat. It smelled of her house. Rose and honey. and the scent lingered before her. a pleasant change from the usual smells.

"If a man named Dakhan Viraspa comes in...will you give this to him for me?"

Pat looked it over and nodded his head. He told her of the young man that had been in and out for almost a week, looking for her. She had never heard of Kaden Burkett, but for some reason when she heard his name she thought of striking blue eyes.
She smiled and put on her small apron, and began to work as the people poured into the pub. She kept her eyes to the door, waiting. At least she could play a game tonight, guessing who of the guests were vampires.

[night]

The night, young and fascinating. Oh how wonderful the pubb sounded tonight. As the people piled in the place grew crowded, but no problem was here.
A black and scarlet Corvette rolled down the street to the parking lot blaring rock music and the person hidden behind tinted windows. The car was parked and shut off, the door opened and out stepped the person. He was a male about six foot tall with spiked up dirty blonde hair and a gottee on his face.
He was smoking a ciggerette as he walked to the entrance piling in with the other people and finding a table open. He ordered a jack daniels whiskey and sat there with his feet propped up on another chair puffing the cigg in his mouth. He didn't talk to anyone nor watch anyone just acting as though he was one of those guys that were the quiet type.

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[arielle]

She grinned as she walked up to the young man. She placed a small square napkin in front of him, sprinkled it with salt and placed his whiskey down. She laughed.

"I like the strong silent type."

She winked at him and then walked away to take care of another guest. She laughed with one of her regulars and then disappeared into the back.

[kaden]

Kaden walked into the pub. He acknowledged Patrick with a short nod. He didn't have to ask if she was here. He knew. He could smell her. Even over the stale cigarette smoke and hard liquor. Rose and honey. He inhaled deeply. He made his way to the back. Sliding into the last available table. He glanced over his side and noticed another vampire. No heart beat. He slightly nodded at him. He scanned the pub for Arielle. Finally she emerged from the back. He watched her fiddle with some things on the bar. He leaned back and watched her. Wondering why he was so obsessed. He loved watching her laugh. It was soft and sweet. He loved her, he did not know her, but he loved her. His mind wondered to his first love.

Her name was Shaye. Her mother was a fellow missionary alongside his parents and her father had been a native of Africa who had been saved only a few years before. They were born the same summer. They were best friends. By the time they were sixteen he had been madly in love with her. They spent nights lying on the rocks on the waterside, talking of nothing but everything at the same time. Places they wanted to go, things they wanted to see. She had been tall and slender, graceful and breathtakingly beautiful. Her skin was a warm caramel and her hair was long and black. She wore a variety of flowers tucked behind her ear.

An American youth group came for two weeks to help re-build a town. That is when it had all fallen apart. She stole off long into the night with a preppy and snobby seventeen year old named Brent Burkhalter. He had hated him from the beginning. He wanted to tell her he loved her. She snuck into his room one night and begged him to come with her to the rocks. Their rocks. he had followed her, then before she could speak he spurted out how much he loved and adored her. She had laughed at him. She told him that she loved Brent. He was devastated and couldn't understand. She didn't know him.

A week later she was gone to America. Gone to Brent. Two months later she had come back pregnant. Her American had sent her away at finding out. Kaden hated her. He refused to speak to her.

He had not spoken to her since. Now he understood her passion and adoration for the American. he felt it. He loved the girl, the human. He shook his head at the irony of it. Closing his eyes her thought of the first night he had seen her. She was smeared with dirt, twigs in her hair, terrified. She had been so beautiful at that moment. Carrying her back to her house after she fainted. Her small form laying almost weightlessly in his arms. her frightened look just a few nights before when she noticed him outside of her home. He had stopped her from seeing him, but he knew she got a glimpse. Opening his eyes slowly he caught her into his sight. Unable to look away he locked eyes with her and silently wished he could will her into loving him.

[arielle]

Mayline Irving had been a regular at The Steel Horse long before Arielle had arrived in London. She had caught her husband cheating on her with a waitress who worked in the pub. She murdered him(charges were never officially made) and has been returning here every night waiting on the other woman to come in. She ordered the same drinks over and over. Arielle hated it, it was complicated to fix. Mayline also never remembered her name. So instead, she just called her 'Sis'. Mayline also never asked any of the other waitresses for anything, only her. Mayline had once said that it was because she was different than the others. She told Arielle that she really didn't fit in with those types. Arielle had hated the way it rolled of the wretched womans tongue. ...those type... She did not know what type she meant. Apparently there were lots of types to chose from. Yet still, Arielle smiled sweetly and disappeared into the back. Coming out, she snuck some food and threw it to Osiris. Then made the womans drink. Making her way to Maylines' table she glanced up momentarily. All she saw were blue eyes. The glass fell from her hand.

The person she had noticed in her woods a few nights earlier...it had been him. She knew then, or suspected it. He was also the vampire she had seen in the woods almost a year ago. For the longest time she had prayed it was only a dream. But as she searched her woods the following week she had found a small mound where an animal had been buried. Right where the fox had been dropped. She had found the same type of mound adorned with a dandelion two mornings ago while walking with Osiris. He had come back. Not to kill her, she knew that. He could have killed her when she fainted, instead he carried her to her home, placed her into her bed and even tucked her in. She wanted to say she remembered him stroking her cheek, but she could not be certain. It took weeks for her to remember as much as she had. Now he was here. He was the one who had been asking Pat about her. She could not look away from him, there was something about him that was drawing her to him. he had such a sadness around him at that moment. She wanted to hold him, she wanted to make him promises that she knew would never come true. What could she possibly even try to offer him? He was immortal almost, he had the world. She was just merely passing through. But he was here. He had been looking for her. That was all that mattered in that moment. Although she did not understand why.

The glass crashed into the floor. Broken glass and alcohol spilled onto the already stained tile. Arielle broke eye contact and immediately dropped to her knees.

"Oh my Gosh, Mrs. Mayline I am so sorry. I'm not sure what happened-i guess it was slippery I...


...SHUT UP YOU STUPID WRETCHED GIRL!!!!"

Mayline continued to scream at Arielle, but she was not paying attention. She was kneeling beside the mess, not cleaning it, not listening to Mayline, not doing anything but thinking about Kaden Burkett and the way he was looking at her.

[kaden]

Kaden rose suddenly from his table. Watching the commotion, he cursed at himself. Pull it together Kade. He hated the flush in her cheeks and the way the woman was yelling at her. He could feel his anger starting to boil inside. He quickly made his way through the drunks that of course, had not noticed the incident. Without skipping a beat he threw one of the nastiest glares that he could muster without giving away his true identity to the rude old woman and knelt down beside Arielle. He placed his hand over hers and trying to avoid looking at her and asked one simple question.

"Do you want to get outta here?"

He half expected her to say no, but he hoped for a yes.

[arielle]

She was barely aware of the yelling in her ear. Osiris stood beside her growling softly at the woman who was consistently yelling at his pet. She could feel the warmth creeping into her cheeks, partly because she was embarrassed, partly because of Kaden Burkett. Right as she was starting to emerge from her dream-like state and try and clean up the mess he was kneeling beside her. His hands placed over hers. She felt calm flowing throughout her whole body and she could feel her face flush darker. His hands were soft and smooth. She looked up at him, drawing his gaze to her. he was so beautiful. She wondered if all vampires were like this. Her mind wandered to the movie interview with the vampire. She sighed softly. Tiny shocks bolted through her body when he asked her to leave with him, breathlessly she answered.


"yes"

Her reply was lazy and drawn out. Slow, like lazy Sunday mornings. She wanted to leave with him right then. She did not want to hesitate.

[kaden]

He leaned forward and whispered into her ear.

"I have a bike outside. Lets go to my place."

He grabbed her up by her hands and started pulling her to wards the door. Making their way into the cool nights breeze. He led her to his bike and momentarily let go of her hand to fish the keys out of his pocket. He pulled out his cell and glanced at it. Shit he thought to himself. Hailey had called. Several times. She better not have killed my fish...He smiled at Arielle and slid onto his bike. He tossed Arielle his motorcycle jacket and smiled, waiting for her to hope on.

[arielle]

She allowed him to lead her to the door. She paused only once momentarily to look back at he large Mastiff. Osiris...She could not leave with out him, but she could not take him on a bike either. Patrick looked up at her and assured her that we would see to it that the dog would make it home safely. She smiled her thanks. Patrick acted as if her did not want the large animal there, but in a way he loved Osiris. He had watched him on more than one occasion for her. She once again allowed Kaden to pull her toward the door.

The cool breeze felt wonderful against her flushed skin. She closed her eyes as the wind whispered across her face. A thin sliver of disappointment came over her as they reached his bike and he released her hand. She became slightly aggravated. Blast the bloody keys. She wanted to leave the noisy pub. She wanted to be alone with him in that exact moment. She didn't want to wait-not even for a few seconds. She watched him pull out his keys then his cell phone. A dark shadow crossed his face while looking at It. He shoved it back into his jeans. She graciously accepted his jacket. It was warm and smelled of him. Delicious...she thought to herself. She smiled inwardly at how it had sounded in her head. She looked back up to wards him, his lovely smile was back. His face bright. She thought he rather looked like a Greek God. He had dark thick hair overcasting the brightest and most intense blue eyes she had ever seen. His skin had a dark olive tone to it. She smiled back at him. Her Greek God. She climbed onto the bike and placed her arms around his torso. She hugged in close to him and laid her head on the back of his shoulders. She wondered what his place would look like and how long it would take to get there. She also thought about his phone and the angry expression that flashed through his face. Did he have other girls? Waiting for him. Was she just a plaything for a small time. She sighed. She didn't care. He could have all of the women in the world for all she cared. Tonight though, he was hers.

[kaden]

Kaden enjoyed the feeling of her pressed against him. If it were not for the chilly night, he would have driven much slower just to relish in the experience. After a short ride he pulled off onto a gravel drive. Slowing his pace, they rode through a small drive-way surrounded on both sides by large meadows. the grass was overgrown and was in bad need for a cutting. He made a mental note to hire someone to do it for him. Such things could not be conducted during the night. Finally there was a large clearing and he pulled up to a small and yet still grand home. He pulled into the small garage and turned off the ignition. He waited for her to step off before he dismounted. He unlocked the door, looking back to her he playfully winked and escorted her in. His home was even more beautiful inside. She walked into a kitchen that was decorated in a cherry Wood. The appliances were all black and there was a large black oval rug in the middle of the hard wood floors. There were two openings in the kitchen, one leading into a den/ living room that was decorated in browns and reds. Artifacts and pictures hung on the walls and there were beautiful and exotic plants everywhere she looked. Following the hallway there was a bathroom and another room, but the door was shut. The second opening from the kitchen led into another hallway and Kadens bedroom. It to was decorated in reds and browns. Also abundant in plants and decorative pieces of art. There was another bathroom and a guest room. He smiled as she looked it over. It was small, but wonderful. The only thing that he decided wouldn't fit right was the fact that the windows were all covered with heavy curtains. So heavy infact that no sunlight would be able to creep in. That, and the small black refrigerator in the corner of the den. It held his bottles of blood. He knew a butcher who bottled up blood from goats, pigs, and any other animal he might have to do in. He sold these things to Kaden without asking questions. There were night when Kaden did not feel like hunting his prey. He enjoyed the convenience and simplicity of it. Plus he was not actually killing anything. The animals were already being slaughtered for the humans own nourishment. Waste not, want not.

"This is a house my uncle rented out during the summers, when he died i bought it."

He told her to make herself comfortable. He freed his phone from his pocket and excused himself. Walking into the only door that had been shut. He clicked on the light. The room was flooded with drawings and art work that he had started. There were pictures all over the walls, on desks, and shelves. One in particular stood in the middle of the room on an art aisle. It was a beautiful painting of Arielle. He smiled at it as he dialed the number to his home in New York. After a few short rings Hailey answered...He heard loud music and laughing. He felt his patience wear thin.

"Hailey...are you having a party?........I told you no...i have very important and expensive things in my flat Hailey...If anything gets broken. .....Does your mother know....Is that weird Treena girl there?...Get her out...she is like a creepy stalker....Dont drink anymore, okay.....I'll call you tomorrow..."

He rolled his eyes. He decided to never again hire a 16 year old to watch his flat. He had assumed with her and her mother being his neighbors that it would be impossible for her to get into any trouble. Obviously he was wrong. He bumped into a paint cartridge. Bluish grey paint spilled onto his shirt. He sighed and pulled it off. Nothing more could go wrong tonight. Arielle was here. His excitement grew..he knew that if his heart could beat it would be bursting through his chest. He though about telling her, telling her everything, but then decided against it. Not yet anyway. He opened the door and peered out at her. Leaning against the door frame tilting his head in a flirtatious manner.

"What are you thinking about Arielle?"

[arielle]

(ooc: okay lets move it to private homes okay...naughty)