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Post by zinovia on Aug 3, 2008 15:59:42 GMT -5
Zina used his keys to unlock the door apartment. She had a relatively easy time getting Julian back home. The cabbie didn't want some drunk guy passed out in his cab, but 2 hundred dollar bills brought him around. Money. Another thing that kept this city going.
She opened the door and was impressed by his accommodations. She knew he came from money, but this was truly a grand set up. She didn't have time to explore - the night was almost over.
She carried him into the bedroom and drew down the covers, placing him gently in the bed. He woke several times on the ride back, but usually mumbled something incoherent and fell back asleep. As she pulled the covers over him, she saw his eyes open.
"You're home, Julian. You must rest." She went to the kitchen and filled a glass with water. He would need to replenish his fluids.
As she set the glass down on the night stand, she looked down into his sleepy eyes.
"I will return tomorrow evening." Her eyes glanced at the clock, she had to go. She leaned in and kissed his forehead gently before walking out. She had enough time, just enough.
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Post by julian on Aug 3, 2008 16:03:37 GMT -5
Julian felt dazed and confused. He had a stream of the strangest dreams he had ever experienced. Tribal looking people were chasing him, calling to him for his blood. They captured him and brought him before an alter where he was tied down. When he looked at the crowd, they all had fangs and were learing at him. He awoke with a start to see that he was in his own apartment and Zina was sitting over him.
He was so tired. As she walked out of the room he called out "Please, stay. I have so many questions, please."
But she simply said she would return in the evening. Her kiss felt sweet on his forehead and he lulled back into sleep after hearing the door to the apartment close. Again came the dreams...
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