A True Bloody Mary - Open

[vilhem]

The sky was dark as ebony, not even the silver moon was shining on this evening, it was thrilling, if not epically charming. The black leather jacket would not do much for the chill of the evening, if he felt any of the weather conditions.

The man, quiet and somewhat discreet in his actions, filtered through the crowds as if they were not there. Never giving one a second glance or even a slight glimpse of his attention as he made his way to the densely populated pub. He made his way to the uttermost corners of the place. A seating arrangement that wreaked of dust and cigar smoke, although it truly didn't bother him.

"Vodka, tall glass please." he requested from the bar maid that requested his order. Vilhem kept his eyes cast down on the wooden table. He returned a smile to his face as the woman returned with his drink. He nodded his thanks and pressed the appropriate amount of coins into her pale hand as he waited for her to leave.

Shifting slightly in his seat, Vilhem pulled a silver vile from his pocket, as he glanced left and right he emptied the fluid into the vodka, stirring it quickly and once more returning the vile to it's hiding place inside his leather jacket. Bringing the glass to his lips he took a much awaited drought as he smirked, murmuring to himself. "A True Bloody Mary."

[deadsuperstar]

Aimee was slightly upset that the moon was not out on this night. So because it wasn't she didn't feel the need to wear her black dress but instead her black pants with a white trim and a laced zipper black shirt. She made her way into the pub and at once felt that another was here, though she didn't se him at fist. This was the bet place for a quick meal but now that someone else was here it might be so easy.

She stopped at the bar, flirted with the bar attendant, and then turned her green eyes around looking for the other. Finally she saw him in the far corner, and that just so happened to be her favorite spot. With grace she made her way over to him, not really careing if she would be welcome or not.

Once she was at the table Aimee couldn't help but smile when she saw the drink "Is that any good?" She asked, rasing her voice slightly. She had never tried anything like that, in fact she hardly ever drank. Just when she was out for easy prey.

She waited for him to look at her and say something, she had never seen him around before so she was wondering where he had come from. Her black hair was laying across her shoulders like normal with a pale hand she pushed some of it away from her face, still smiling sweetly.

[vilhem]

Vilhem felt the presence of another Vampire in the pub and he decided not to act upon it. Every feeling heightened by every move the other made. He kept his head down, anticipating in his mind the other's arrival, although truly wondering if he or she would have the guts to approach him.

As he heard a soft voice, he glanced up spotting the girl. Every fiber in his being screamed that this was the other, but he would make no comment... not yet.

"Yes, that it is. A true Bloody Mary at that, although this particular mix will not be found on the tender's list I am afraid, a special blend con-cocked from my own journey's I'm afraid." he replied as he glanced at her. Waving his hand to the empty seat across from him, returning the smile she held on her face so subtly.

"Please, join me, I have no further companions, that is if you would like to?" he made the offer as a request and yet as simple as he could muster, leaving the choice up to her.

[deadsuperstar]

A light laughed made it past her rose colored lips "A true Bloody Mary, I like the sound of that." She said softly, her green eyes bright. She wondered if he was meeting someone here but then as if to answer her unasked question he asked her to sit.

She nodded "I would love to join you." In one swift, graceful motion she was sitting across from him, "my name is Aimee" She looked from his drink to his eyes wondering if he would give his name in return. Not very many trusted a vampiress and so she didn't really think he would but she could always hope.

She wanted to ask more question but she held them off, they could wait. Aimee hardly ever left London so she has not seen much of the world for a long time and wanted to know where he's been.

[vilhem]

Vilhem waved the maid over once more as he listened to her. He watched each graceful move she made as she went into a sitting position before him. He listened to her intently as she gave her name, letting the word savor in his mind for awhile. It certainly did suit her, if not was an interesting name at that.

"My name is Vilhem, although usually people can not pronounce such a name with hardly any trouble." he said his voice remaining somewhat emotionless, yet the smile never fading from his pale features, the tips of his sharpened teeth barely picking from his lips.

As the maid reached their table once more he looked at Aimee. "Care for a drink? My treat." he offered once more, trying to break what ever ice was between them, or rather could be.

[deadsuperstar]

Aimee took a deep un-needed breath as she looked around the pub for a short moment before turning back to him. "Vilhem...I must say i've never heard a name like that before. I like it." She took notice to the small fact that his voice was almost emotionless, her smile fell but only slight and only for a minute because he then offered to buy her a drink. She nodded "Vodka please" She said, to the maid but her eyes didn't leave his until the women left then she turned to watch her go.

She leaned forward then, resting her arms on the table, "So Vilhem," She said his name slowly, making sure to say it right, "I've never seen you around here before, where may I ask were you before here?" She asked, keeping her voice light and friendly.

Aimee glanced down at her hands for a few minutes, thn another question came to mind "I hope you don't mind me asking but how old are you?" It didn't matter to her in the least bit, she asked everyone that same question. She was trying to find someone who was as old as Ian was but, alas, so far no one was.

[vilhem]

"Nay, not many people have heard of the name. An inherited trate from my father I suppose." he responded to her as he watched the woman leave. He then turned to her once more, listening to her questions, and figuring ways to answer them that would suffice her.

"Well, I usually stay at my home, I've never left London, so the fact that you have not seen me is either that you have not been looking or that I keep to myself far too much." he responded as the woman returned with the vodka, that Vilhem paid for. His voice lowering until the maid left, he glanced at Aimee once more.

"No, I would never deny a question from a lady, I am twenty two, although some say I look older but have the mindset of one with far more experience." he responded, shrugging and glancing at her. "If you would return the favor?"

[deadsuperstar]

Aimee nodded, pushed some of her hair back out of her face.
She stared into his eyes, always looking for any sign that he was lieing. "You've never left London? Thats interesting." She looked down at the vodka as it was set in front of her, then back up at him, "My true home is Paris, however, I find myself spending more time here then at home." She added, smiling coyly, her sharpened incisors showing.

With Vilhem's answer to her last question she leaned back a little. She wasn't so young to believe this man was truely only twenty two. The very thought almost made her laugh. Although maybe he was turned when he was twenty two, and if that was indeed the case, he really wouldn't be lieing but just telling half truths.

"I am twenty one," her eyes looked away from his for a moment as she glanced down at her hands, "So tell me then Vilhem, how long have you been twenty two?" The question seemed normal but both people sitting at this table would know its meaning. She looked back up at Vilhem, waiting for his answer, waiting to see if he would try to lie. It was after all a simple question and Aimee all ready knew that Vilhem was a vampire just as he should know she was a vampire. So there was no reason to not answer with the truth.

[vilhem]

Vilhem took a sip of his 'bloody mary' before relinquishing it back to the table. His eyes roamed her face, noticing the seriousness not only in her voice but in her eyes. She was an intriguing woman wasn't she?

"Two thousand, five hundred years." he responded, his voice low, to keep 'listening ears' away. He glanced at her. "Hard to believe?" he questioned. "And how long, exactly, have you been twenty one?"

[deadsuperstar]

Aimee's eyes changed, all seriousness gone from them, as she too took a drink, she set it back down on the table, never once taking her eyes off him.

If she were still human she might have blushed, but thankfully she left all those human actions behind her. She now felt like a child compared to him but she wasn't at all intimidated by his age. Age ment next to nothing. It was all about what you knew to her.

She shrugged lightly "It's a little hard to believe but it wouldn't be the first time I've met someone who was that old." She sighed "Eight hundred ninety years." His age brought up a very interesting question for her "So have you ever met Ian Dracul?" and then she realized something "I"m sorry, I"ve been asking you so many questions." She stared down at her hands again, unable to look back up at him at the moment.

[vilhem]

"Someone once told me, although hard to remember the name now, that if you are not to ask questions, then how are you to know a person, or perhaps become better aquainted?" Vilhem smiled at her. "Your questions do not offend nor make me feel uncomfortable, and as such I am at liberty to answer any question that you are willing to ask."

Vilhem stirred his drink again, the red liquid enticing in his eyes. He glanced at the wooden table and ran a finger over the jagged lines and cuts. "The name does seem familiar, if I say so myself."

[deadsuperstar]

Aimee placed her hands in her lap, and then looked back up “Just let me know if I get annoying, I know sometimes I tend to get ahead of myself.” She glanced down at his drink before adding, “And feel free to ask questions to. It wouldn’t be very fair if I knew more about you then you know about me.” She slowly brought her hand back onto the table to grab her drink, taking it to her lips she allowed herself a rather small sip before placing it silently back on the table.

“I wouldn’t be very surprised if you had met him before, he’s just as old as you or maybe a little older. I myself have only met him once.” She shook her head slowly, “I must say I didn’t like him very much. He was much too angry for me.” She laughed lightheartedly “I’m normally such a happy person and a bit feisty but when I was around him,” She paused for a moment and then went on after some thought, “Lets just say it wasn’t very good.” She finished, smiling.

[vilhem]

"You? Annoying? I'd dare not say such a thing." he offered her yet another smile. "I'm used to being questioned, therefore I answer whole-heartedly. It's what I am to do, no?" he smirked and shook his head as he rubbed his hands over his arms as he began to think.

"I'm sorry you had such an unpleasant occurance. I have probably met him, but after so long, memories do tend to fade no matter what anyone says." he replied as he simply shrugged. "Well, I do suppose that now I am to ask you a question. "What do you do for fun around here any ways?" he laughed and shrugged, although the question was quite serious.

[deadsuperstar]

"Well i'm glad to hear that for once." She laughed softly and returned his smile, "I'm not use to be questioned at all really. I pretty much keep to myself, there are far to meny men who just... don't know what the words 'not interested' are." Aimee found herself more relaxed then she had been in awhile, and she kept her soft smile locked on hre lips, even as she took another drink.

"I'm just glad that he didn't kill me, which he could have only too easily." She nodded slightly "Yes sadly our memories to fade, it just becomes to hard to simply remember everything. It just can't happen." At his question, her smile widened (but only slightly) as she thought about the answer she would give. What could she say? The only real reason she stayed in London was because it was so easy to hunt. Humans here tend to think vampires died of a long time ago but sadly for them, they didn't.
"Well I hunt. I find hunting here to be far more fun then anywhere else I've been." She paused, she had to say something other then that, "I very much enjoy going to the forest. Sometimes I go because its peaceful other times I go so I can sing. And of coures," She looked around, "I come here. This place can be fun when you get the right people in here."

[vilhem]

"Well all I can say is I'm glad he did not kill you." he smiled at her and tipped his head once more, sipping again at his drink before he sat it back down on the table. He listened to her soft voice, mesmirized by each word she spoke. It was truly beautiful.

"You sing? I would enjoy hearing such a voice as your's sing a sonnett a time or two. I'm sure your voice is quite lovely Aimee." he smiled at her again, mirroring her own which was truly beautiful. He could stare at that smile all day.

What are you thinking Vilhem? Getting close to yet another vampire? Snap out of yourself... Now!

He shook his head to rid himself of the simple thought and glanced to her once more, "A forest? Hmm.. you should take me there sometime. As I've said I hardly travel anywhere, it'd be a real... change for me."