Attention Reader. [Giselle Audley]

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle didn’t keep her distance. She could see it bugged him when she shoved him. She sidled up next to him so she was walking hip to hip. She let him think while he was quiet. When he finally spoke up, she put her arm around his shoulders. She could easily tell that he was lying. She didn’t tell him this, though. She wanted to be annoying.

“Oh? This city is a terrible one, but it will suffice until I have to go back to Paris. Well I can help you find a room! If it’s your first time here... I’ve been here a couple months myself so I can point you out to a hotel that comfortably fit two in a room.”

She was so smug as this point, she could barely contain the cackle that wanted to escape her lips. He would not get away. Where he went, she went. Giselle pulled out her bluetooth yet again, speed dialed the number for the hotel she was staying at, and canceled the room she booked, just to get her point across.

[Ellie]

Lars grumbled under his breath as she continued to get close to him. He really just didn't like contact except from very close met friends, or if he was half drunk. But he was not now. She continued to get closer and closer, he continued to walk faster and farther off. The arm around him was enough. He shrugged his shoulders and used force to just shove her off. He knew this was what she really wanted him to respond as, but he didn't like to be touched, and he wasn't going to pretend to put up with it.

Room for two? Fucking great, he thought darkly to himself. What could be used in a hotel room so kill a vampire? Fuck hope that room has massive amounts of candles in it, burn down the whole goddamn place if he had to.

The wireless? No, that's too far. Lars reached up while she was in mid call in canceling her own already booked hotel room to snatch the thing out of her ear and to the ground. She seemed pompous enough to afford a new one anyway. "I fucking hate those things..." he muttered, contemplating weather or not to crush the thing with the sole of his canvas shoe.

[Giselle Audley]

It was difficult not to laugh when Lars kept trying to separate himself from Giselle. She just kept on coming back though. Until she really got him screaming, she wouldn't back down. She knew he was trying to avoid just that. she could see his temper rising when he interrupted her call, seized the bluetooth, and threw it to the ground.

Giselle's perfect eyebrows raised. "Did I touch a nerve there?" she asked innocently. She carefully took a moment to tuck the dark red hair behind her ear that Lars disturbed when he ripped the wireless out. She never took her eyes off Lars' during the process, keeping that wary and angelic expression on her too smug face.

"Go ahead if it makes you feel better. I have six more back in Paris. I just never thought you for a temperamental guy. You don't seem much like a fighter. Did you leave that for the lost woman you loved? Did she always defend you? And then when she left you, all the bullies came out at night so you went and hid in pubs?" her tone was even, dry, testing. He was already angry with her. Would this set him over the edge?

[Ellie]

Lars failed in getting her to back off and give him physical space, because apparently, swinging around on him like a drunk was her specialty. So instead he just let his abused shoulders go limp and let her hang there on him. He resorted to clenching his jaw instead of fruitlessly trying to push her off.

"Ha," Lars let out wryly, him ever being a 'fighter' for choice was nearly impossible, in attack mode of course. But he could hold his own in a brawl, of course he much rather choose to run first, as cowardly as it sounded. Half of it all depended on what he was fighting for. Defense he was good at, and he could endure a lot of things, Giselle being a big test.

The very thought of her, from the past, ever actually defending him was funny. She'd left him dead, what kind of defense was that? But he had to admit, they had a healthy relationship, for what it was.

"Sorry to break it to you, babe, but you're going to have to actually know someone before you try at emotional swings..." he said rolling his eyes and using one of those worthless pet names on her. He knew enough to know that her failing was enough to hurt her ego, but from what he'd seen and been through growing up, it took a little effort to get him worked up, he was by no means shallow. "And I actually just go to pubs for the forties, thanks," he said swinging around his broken glass that had once been hidden from view in his hand. He figured he didn't need it as a surprise any longer anyway, she seemed to have taken the physicalities down quite a few levels.

[Giselle Audley]

She wanted to smack him desperately as she stifled a groan. Who was this guy? Every time she thought she knew him, he would do something to completely throw her off track! She had to crack him down. She just had to. She was out of plans for now. She tried emotional and physical violence and they both failed. How to get through to him...

“What is a forty?” she grumbled to herself. Strange talk this was. After consideration to just throttle him flew across her mind, she decided to remove her arm from around his neck. She balanced the outcomes and didn’t think her way would do any good. Well... maybe she could just ask him nicely. She didn’t do that yet. It was worth a shot.

She muddled over what she could say before she spoke. How was she supposed to say, “I want to know everything about you?” That was a little vague. She distanced herself away from him. Another one of her could have walked between them. Her words came out softly.

“So tell me Lars. Why are you here? Why are you the way you are? How did you become a vampire? Please answer me?” she was almost begging, but her tone was careful; not too interested, but not too annoying either. She wasn’t expecting an answer. She probably would get none. Why would he tell her anything after what previously happened.

[Ellie]

His shoulders unknotted themselves, along with practically the rest of his muscles, as she finally pulled away. He already felt invaded from the unwanted close contact, but it slowly ebbed away with her gone. He always hated physical contact from strangers like that, now if he was a little drunk at east it might not bother him that much, but sober, no way. He guessed up he was aloud to be an asshole infront of her, he didn't care what she thought of him, as long as she would get away faster maybe.

But then he thought of how he was in Europe, adn he wasn't really drinking from a 40oz bottle tonight, but that was just the common name for them, since the malt beer was usually exported to america in 40oz bottles. But here they just had regular 'malt beer'. So technically he was the one incorrect in saying forty. But it was the name for what he was accustomed to the drink. All it really was, was malt beer, or beer with more alchohal content.

All that, pfft, no he thought to himself about her questions. He wasn't going to anser them freely, and he wasn't going to answer them while she followed him around either. But then again... if he answered she might leave faster. There was always the slim chance. But that wasn't now, was it? Not only that, but her questions weren't specific enough, well, to the extent he could pick at them anyway.

"Why am I where? Who do you think I am in which you need an explanation? And, how means nothing to you," he said quickly, "Drasctic change there, remembering your P's and Q's instead of screaming murder...You must really be interested..." he mused alloud, "Why?"

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle turned her luminescent cat-like eyes to watch Lars’ body relax once she gave him breathing room. After seeing the muscles release, she could sort of finally see a less tense Lars. She had to say she found him rather good looking. She admitted he needed a hair cut. She didn’t know how he could see through the black haired forest in his face.

He looked like a softie to her. Just a guy who’s been through as much as her maybe. Was she wrong to bother him? She certainly didn’t want anyone bothering her like she bothered him tonight. Should she just leave? No way! She hated herself for even thinking that.

She caught herself staring, really hoping he didn’t notice. She knew it was rude and would pummel someone should they have given her a sidelong look, trying to figure her out. It was time for business. Poker-faced, showing absolutely no emotion in her face or tone, she spoke.

“Why am I interested? I think you have nothing to be depressed about. You’re a vampire. It annoys me you’re depressed. I went through a tough past and now I hate to see anyone upset. I wanted you to tell me everything so I could possibly help. Then when you didn’t I got very angry. I will be more specific with my questions now. If you can’t do anything about your past now, why try to fix it?

Do you like werewolves? What were you brooding about in the pub where I found you? Are you depressed about something? You said the past had you down and something about the f*cking people in it. What did you mean? Why do I have to ask you a million questions to get one answer? Why can’t you just be open?

Why do you keep your cool in a fight? Why don’t you like to fight? Why don’t emotional stabs bother you? Why could you of all people hurt my ego? Before you I always got my way and then you ruined it all. I want to know why. I have to know why. Why did you lie about not living here? Why do bluetooths bother you? Why would that bother you and not my words? Why, when I always think I have you figured out you throw me off track completely the next minute?!”

She was finished. That was everything she wanted to ask him, everything she wondered about. She lost her poker face somewhere in the middle, her expression growing more aggravated and fierce. This was all quite a mouthful. She looked away now, sort of not wanting to see his expression after shooting all these questions at him like a cross examination.

[Ellie]

He let out a deep sigh as he felt her gaze on him. He seemed to always sense people watching, staring, he usually didn't get intimidated from it, unless it was meant to be intimidating. He didn't really care, what she saw when she looked, what she thought about him. His opinion of her wasn't all to hyped. So he chose to ignore it and move on.

He thought his own thoughts about the other though. Most of it was just trying to figure out how to avoid, or get away from her. But what else was he led to think about? She'd only shown so many personalities. If they were human, she'd end up the single, grumpy woman growing old with 20 cats, because no one would ever learn to put up with any of that, and if there was someone out there... well, they needed a boost of some sense.

He wasn't at all satisfied with her answer to his question, for he had only been shot back with more. But at least now he knew what to say exactly. All the attention going to wards him made him put on a smirk, not a friendly one, but a satisfied slit eyed half smile smirk.

"I'm not depressed," he began with a dry laugh, "I'm the happiest I've ever been, maybe not back there, or right now, but really you can't blame me for my present situation," he said looking wryly at her, "I was just thinking too much about memories and past today, it made me a little angry. And I never said I wanted to fix it, because the past obviously can't be changed..." he shrugged, "But," he began then paused, "the people in it are another thing... See, I'm only 23 years old, so, the past wasn't that long ago... The people that were in the past are still very 'alive' in the present."

"As far as werewolves go, I don't buy into the whole inter-species war thing, because, honestly I don't care," he answered truthfully, anything like that he thought was BS and needed to be overlooked.

"I already told you what I was thinking about in the pub, as I said before, I'm not depressed, I mean, I don't like some people in my past and what the did, asking a million questions gives you a better general answer, eh?"

"I can keep my nerves down in a fight because I, just decided a long time ago to practice controlling my emotions better, and recodnize them before they made me do something I would regret, especially silly ones like anger. Physical fighting is completely pointless, and again, it's one of those past issues, I was never a physical fighter. Emotional stabs do bother me, you just didn't find a real one because you don't know me."

At the next question his grin widened, "I guess, I just sort of am better than you, smarter than you, and think things through a bit more than you do, so I can beat you there."

"I didn't lie about not living here, I'm from New York, and still own an apartment there. But, I do live here with someone right now."

"Bluetooths are a disgrace, everytime people talk into them, you think they're talking to you, and you look like a fool when you sometimes do respond, then see the f*cking light coming from the person's ear, and like I said, You didn't get your words right, so they don't bother me, however, you don't need to think about using a bluetooth."

"And well, I guess I'm just downright godly," he said stifling a giggle at the old used word, "and because, hey! You know nothing about me... there's no way you had me figured..."

He was almost surprised he'd managed to answer nearly everything... But it happened, even if it wasn't the answers she was looking for, it was a lead on. Plus his grin still remained, but he knew that the comments on how he topped her, might not let the grin remain for much longer, but who was he to deny the truth?

[Giselle Audley]

“Well.”

Her expression was unreadable, blank once he finished. Then it turned into downright astonishment. She never even heard him talk that much and he answered all her questions! But wait... she narrowed her eyes. He could be lying. It wouldn’t be the first time tonight.

“I can’t believe you actually answered me. But how do I know you’re not lying? I’ll just have to stick around longer until I see your words are true.”

She studied his expression for a second. He almost mirrored her own egocentric face. He looked sort of serene and complacent. He was happy she was focused only on him? Wait a minute... The gears slowly shifted together in Giselle’s head. All night she’s been asking about him. He never once asked about her.

She was supposed to have all the attention! She was always the center of it and now this guy was? What was she in some alternate dimension? She knew she definitely called attention to herself, but he never really thought anything of her except the annoying vampire! Why wasn’t he attracted to her? She was the most beautiful vampire in all of Paris. Her air of mystery didn’t get him asking questions either! Didn’t he want to know what she hid?

Now she had to stay. She had to know why He was more important than her. Eventually she would get him questioning her past. She scowled. She was going to let the comment of him being better than her slip but now she wasn’t feeling like it so much.

“You better than me?! Downright godly? How could you even think or say that! Your arrogance will cost you! I am coming home with you and I will get to the bottom of this. You will be hollow once I’m finished with you!”

[Ellie]

He looked down satisfied that he had said all she needed to hear, but oh no. Now he was lying right? All the more reason to stick around... Well, he was certaintly telling the whole truth, that waas for sure, and he was hopeful that satisfying her curiosity would make her leave. Aparently she needed more.

"Listen," he said closing his eyes in frustration then opening them again to fully speak, "I am telling you the whole truth, that's all the questions you had, I answered them fully as I could. You don't need specifics of my life. I honestly hope to never see you again, if you wanted so much insight on me, maybe you should have come off a bit more friendly at first. But see, now, I just want you to go away, so, serisously, why don't you already",

he said in an angry rush with a rasied tone on his lips. He tried thinking of other ways to get at her, but he knew nothing of her, and cared not to. She'd only showed annoyance and dislike to him, even if she was interested, it wasn't the same. His feelings of intest weren't mutual. Sure she might be pretty, but way too 'classy' for his liking. He fell for the girls that wore jeans, T-shirts, and sunglasses. The ones who would be happy going to play lazer tag with 20 other people as a date, then hit the beach for a romantic sunset, or whatever he may do now that he couldn't watch sunsets... But definetly not a high and priss queen from France.

He knew she wanted attention, but he wouldn't give it to her. It was pissing her off that she was incoherently giving him all of it, but hey, it wasn't his fault. He just bothered not to ask questions, only answer them.

Lars sighed at her next statement, he figured as much. He knew he wasn't going home, as much as he could help that from happening he would. Now he was greatful he had come so far from home, and the night was nearly half over by now, if he timed it right, maybe they wouldn't make it home... and that just gave him maybe a day nad a whole other night to get rid of her. If she didn't leave before hand that is.

"Weren't you going to follow me home anyway?" he asked with the arrogance she hated, "Seriously babe... I'm already pretty hollow and dead, not much else you can hurt."

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle growled and crossed her arms. She took up a vicious stance and was ready to pounce; physically not emotionally. All vampires pretty much handled their problems with violence. They fought for what was theirs. Prey for instance... the truth. This vampire didn't like fighting and she found it unnatural. This was a trait she just didn't like about him. She wanted him angry and to fight back. To defend himself the right way. This was no vampire. He was a human with plastic fangs.

"What is wrong with you! Why aren't you normal? Fight me goddammit! Throw a punch, a kick, anything! This is how we're supposed to solve this. Not pirouetting around the truth. I don't trust you. Vampires are master of deception. That's a common instinct in every one of us that you can't just shut off."

Giselle paused and observed the sun's glow in the distance.

"The night is almost over. I don't care where, but I am going with you. And I know you're the type of guy who'll just throw me into the sun. No matter how annoying I am, you wouldn't do that to another one of your kin. I even promise to not speak to you about anything we've talked about until tomorrow night if you let me stay with you for this morning. If I have to face the sun, you're going down with me."

[Ellie]

Lars paused in his step when she took on her stance. He could feel that she was getting tense, and not just mentally. He didn't want a fist thrown on him again, or any other tricks, that he may not be able to handle... he didn't know. But, he just didn;t want it to happen, he guessed maybe he should wise up and stop being so arrogant, for his sake, not hers. But that didn't mean he would quit in getting her slightly frustrated, or more so.

"Well, for one, I've alwasy thought an done things a bit diferently, so bugger off on that. And, I guessed maybe the truth might get you to leave, I can't 'shut it off'... but it's not like I don't know what the difference is between act and fiction, and I can choose to speak either one."

He half way laughed at her other last words. He had his sick fantasies that he could well put into action, of course he just didn't let them consume him, but they could become pretty violent if need be, but he'd never put them into action if he could avoid it. They were more so na outlet, maybe they even helped him keep his mellow demure even more.

As long as she wasn't coming home with him, he could maybe bear it. He certaintly wasn't going to get sun in his eyes. If that meant having to spend a whole day with this woman, so be it. Plus, she even said she'd amke it bearable by not talkign about any of this, it did sound like a plan, or at least his best option.

He sighed, watchingn the glow along with her, "Fine, lead the way to your hotel or whatever, my lace is too far away to make it.."

[Fang]

After Lars had agreed to go back with her to the hotel, she began to walk quickly, wanting to get off the streets. She really had to do something about this vampire. Every word he spoke was one against hers. She didn't like anything that has come out of his mouth so far.

Giselle snarled. "No Lars. You can't just shut it off. You're a vampire so start acting like it." To prove her point, Giselle snatched a human man who passed her by the scruff of his neck. One squeeze on a pressure point and he was out cold.

Giselle held the unconscious man in front of her. "I want you to eat this right now. Show me that you're a real vampire," she said venomously. If he didn't do this, there will be hell to pay. She didn't care if he wasn't a fighter. She would make him fight her.

[Ellie]

He was in mid eye roll when she launched out to the random man. He couldn't even believe she would do that! This was practically a repeat of what happened in the bar almost. He stared in her eyes for a moment contemplating whether or not to follow through. Hell no, he thought. But he wouldn't voice it. With still cold eyes he glanced down at the unconscious body in her arms.

No use in trying to convince her to just put him down free. He took the body as if he was going to feed off of it. Truth was he'd already fed hat night, lame excuse, but he didn't care. No way was he going to kill a person at random to please her. Still holding the still beating body in his hands he gently as possible set it down on the cobblestone. The man looked in his mid thirties, a slight stubble and light coloured hair.

Lars gulped ignoring anything else, Giselle mainly, and reached into the man's pocket going after his wallet. Once his hand found the leather he quickly pulled it out and stood back up to proper height quickly flipping the wallet open to find a few spare euros. But he wasn't looking for money, he was looking for this.

He held out a small wallet sized photograph. The man and his family no doubt, right in front of Giselle's face. He couldn't see how someone could still pull through with killing someone innocent while he had people waiting at home for him to come home from his night shift at work. His cute little blonde daughter tucked into bed, expecting to see him there when she awoke, his wife probably waiting up for him to get home.

"You were even human once Giselle... you can't possibly be that heartless?" he said quietly, maybe trying a different approach, but most likely, she wouldn't care and go after him herself. "If you can seriously want me to kill him to prove something to you.... I don't know, it would be very predictable almost.." he shook his head lightly, "I know I have more heart than that, whether it's beating or not..."

[Giselle Audley]

She stared right back into Lars's eyes. Her's were angry and scorching. She watched his flicker with thought, thinking of what he should do. Giselle exhaled when Lars took the limp mortal from her arms. He might actually do it. For once he might actually do the right thing.

All hope was lost when he took out the family photo from the man's wallet. Her heart sunk and so did any shred of faith she had in Lars. This really proved what kind of guy he was.

"Lars, I..." she began serenely.

She studied the picture Lars waved before her eyes. She tried to feel something. Some sort of remorse. Something that would just make her stop and think about the mortals she fed on. She couldn't. Every ounce of her was dead and cold. She just didn't care anymore. She was too far gone into the vampire world to not feel anything but the blood lust.

"I am heartless," she said coldly.

"There is not a single part of me that cares for this mortals family. Once the world turns their back on you, shuns you for being what you are, how do you expect them to understand? We will always be monsters to them. Once you realize this then you will be just like me. No matter how hard you try, you can't ever be one of them again. So just forget your family. They're living and they will hate you if you return. They will fear you and try to kill you. These are the people you want to save and spare? You're an outcast. You can't go back to them and live happily ever after like you want."

She turned her attention back to the mortal. He was her food, her prey, her victim. She was the hunter and she caught him, claimed him. And now she wanted to share him. With Lars. She waited for him to drink.