[[Dani]] When Darkness Turns to Light

[gabrielcadwallader]

The wind felt like ice on her skin as she rode across her lands and into her forest. The Welsh warm-blood she rode flew passed the trees and roots without a second thought. She knew these woods since birth, the horses' family had been here for over five hundred years. There was deep connection between Claudia and Gabriel, rider and stead, friend and caretaker. She loved all her horses, but Claudia was her favorite, for reasons she didn't quite understand. She never used a saddle nor bridal with this one, she rode bare back and bare foot. Gabriel slowed her down to a nice smooth trot when they came close to the river. The air was fonder here, the water seemed to cleanse everything around it, making it almost magical. This is what she loved the most, the quiet sounds of the woods, and the rushing of water. She dismounted and walked Claudia over to the bank, letting her drink and doing the same. She then laid back onto the shore and relaxed. The stars shone like diamonds in the ebony sky, with nothing to dull them but the dim flickering candles of her castle five miles away.

Claudia stood beside her as she lay there absorbing the beauty of the universe. How far the human race had come in nine-hundred years, yet how far they had regressed. Their ways of life are better, physically, the women have rights in most places, and the ill and physically challenged do not get ignored. But it these places, they forget the gifts that nature bestows upon them, they forget about family, and love. They trade everything that means the most for material things, and nothing could amuse her more....Only if they could see the world through my eyes, then they would know what truly matters in their lives. It's the people that love them, and the people that they love that actually matter. If they all could feel the sting of immortality alone, then they would undestand...

Claudia's nose nudged her from her thoughts, beaconing her to mount so they could ride once more. She rose, and stroked her mane. "My dear child, how I long to show the humans what they are missing. But alas, I cannot, doomed to a life of observance, I must watch them kill what only tries to help, and crown what truly matters not." with that she kissed the horses forehead, mounted, and rode off into the night. She still had much time, it had only been three hours since the sun had set, and as winter drew ever closer, her time wake grew longer. They rode together for a long time, then turned back for home. There were no roads here, save the paths carved into earth hundreds of years ago, when there was no thought of anything going faster than 30 miles per hour. She wanted to keep it that way, many times the government wanted to put a freeway through her lands, but she simply refused. With a family as old, rich, and mysterious as hers, they dared not try to take it.

The castles light came into view when they came out of the woods, the clearing before them was a green that only could truly be appreciated by someone with the eyes of a Vampire or Lycan. Though she knew that she could never see it how it was meant to be seen, in the glorious afternoon sun, she loved it. As she rode across the emerald grass, she began to think of an old friend, one Daniel Conteo. The rhythmic thud of Claudia's hood took her back to the times that they raced down this same clearing, laughing merrily as the stable drew steadily closer. It had been at least a year since she had seen him, she missed his company...I wonder what has become of him, I hope he is still among the living...

She dismounted when she and Claudia arrived at the stables. Then taking the brush and dipping it water, she scrubbed down her horse and combed her mane. She then lead to her stable and said good night to all who slept there. Making her way back up to the castle took not but two minutes, her servants opened the door for her and let her know that there was a stag awaiting her in the dinning room for lunch. She thanked them and went to change. The families that served her, had been serving her for over four-hundred years, all human descendants of her brothers, who died in the crusades.

Location: Gabriel's home
Count: 757
Lyrics: Gary Jules
Credit: Mercer
Notes: My apologies for taking so long

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

Jolly Old England. Daniel Conteo did not frequent the "area" as much as he once did, but every now and then he could be found wandering the cobblestoned boulevards, observing the roundabouts as Americans tried their hands at traversing the obstacle...and laughing to himself as they failed. Truly it wasn't a difficult accomplishment, driving in a circle. Oculi rolled at the thought of those stupid foolish people, but then he supposed they were still adjusting to driving on the wrong side of the car on the wrong side of the road as well. Still his sympathy for them was small at best. Why did he even give them a second thought? Because while he could no longer live among them he still felt somewhat connected to them...and then naturally there were times when they were nothing but a buffet line. Meandering towards the residence of a certain old friend he fancied a visit with. Ms. Gabriel Cadwallader. Brows ascended as he recalled all of their long dialogues, a faint smile curling his labrums.

She was an intelligent creature, a bit reclusive perhaps - the residence's location an indication of such things, but quite well learned and a free thinker. Naturally this made her invaluable to the rather youthful immortal, whose steps brought him nearer and nearer the looming and austere dominion of his friend and confidant. Calculative gaze lazily perused the stone, an unnecessary venture to be sure but there was something habitually careful about the vampire. Daniel was not one to be caught unaware...of anything or anyone, as little as he let on though it might be assumed he noticed next to nothing. That simply wasn't true though. The nonchalance to which he greeted scoping the region...and everything else denoted apathy beyond description. It was the expression of someone either lost or completely at ease in whatever nonsense surreality that one had grown complacent. Taking note of the draw bridge, he half expected to see a mote of lava only to be disappointed by a smooth flowing creek. Beautiful but anticlimactic; lava would have proven more intriguing. It almost cliche, to pull the large rope that would in turn ring the bell and signal company was here...

Though chivalry said he should, Daniel tossed the notion to the wind and hoisted himself up the wall by the chain that held the draw bridge. Perching himself on the outermost border, he crouched and leapt down, smoothly sinking to his knees before resuming full height. Having straightened, he smirked lazily and waltzed towards the front doors - easily pushing them both open and letting the night air in. "Hello Gabriel." He murmured to the household, cool aqua gaze flitting over the spanse in a reticent search. Having found the hall empty, he moved to a chair by the fire place after haphazardly shutting the french style doors. Seating himself, his shoulders hunched and he waited for the lady of the house to present herself.

[gabrielcadwallader]

Always with the manners, this man really knew how to make her proud. Few men actually knew what the would chivalry meant, let alone practiced it as faithfully Dani did. She knew that he did it just for her benefit, but that made it all the more impressive. She couldn't help but see some of the same qualities in him, that attracted her to Octavius so strongly. But Octavius was dead, she was alone, and Dani was the center of her attentions now.

She drank in his scent as he bent over gently and took her hand. His lips were cold, but no colder than the tender skin on the back of her hand. It had been a long time since her hand felt lips as cold as his. Rose, though beautiful she may be, held not a candle to him. There was just something about him that melted the ice of her soul. Something that the warmth of the living could never accomplish, no matter how hard they may try. This young vampire was of a rare breed, very rare breed indeed.

She let him lead her over to her most beloved chair, her hand lingering for a second in his, as she took her seat. For a moment she felt human again, then like an old woman who's life had been so long that the youngest generations sought her wisdom. She felt the expression on her face darken ever so slightly, as she flashed to what should have been. She sat there, and saw what she should look like at nine-hundred years old. A corpse who's bones would be creaking, if not turned to dust. The long ebony locks on her head should have blown away on the western wind long ago. The skin that clung tightly over her well toned body, should have been decomposed into the earth centuries passed. She should be buried out side by her brothers, with a tomb stone that read "Here lies Gabriel O'Reilly, Daughter, Sister, Mother and wife, Faithful till the end, may she rest in peace." Ah, but that all slid into nothingness when Octavius showed her freedom. And now here she rested, still in her prime years, even after nearly a Milena. She was neither a mother or a wife, nor was she faithful to her passed arranged husband. She remained Gabriel Cadwallader, she walked this earth as the living dead, and as some believed, the damned.

She looked into his beautiful ice blue eyes and forgot how old she felt. For in his eye's she wasn't an old woman, who's time should have run out long ago. To him, she was different. She smiled again, but this time for reasons other than amusement. She had known many men in her time, and everyone seemed that same, all but this one. His youth made him something of a mystery to her. His oddity of an attitude toward the eternal life he had been given and his thoughts of the world, endlessly intrigued her.

One could say he was her safe, someone that she could speak freely to, no matter what went on in her heart or mind. She valued his opinions greatly, more than even some of the oldest creatures that roamed this earth. Her green eyes shimmered with adoration, as she realized how much he meant to her...What fate doth bring on the dark of heart, and the clear of mind; Gifts of hope to brighten even the most murky of days...Ah, What wonder...What glorious, glorious wonder...

She crossed her smooth, strong legs and placed her lean, cotton encased arms upon the rests beside her.
"Shall you go first, or shall I, old friend?"

Count: Six-Sixty-One (661)
Lyrics: Gary Jules
Credit: Mercer
Notes:

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

There was nothing about this place that Daniel disliked, the very way the cold stone floor mirrored the temperature of his skin made him feel at home. And Gabriel was lovely. A positively exquisite creature he had the pleasure of knowing for some time now. They were quite fond of each other, and there were moments when it was solely Gabi’s companionship that Daniel craved. The reasons for this were unknown to the immortal, in fact he rarely recognized that it was she who comforted him more often than not. She was in fact the oldest vampire he had come across, and yet not at all the arrogant piece of work younger immortals made themselves. It never did take much time for her to realize that he had dropped in, despite his careful evasion of her servants. They made him uncomfortable – a simple California boy, he was unaccustomed to others hovering in wait for commands. Hell, he rarely knew what to tell himself. So directing traffic proved troublesome and he’d just as soon take the time to avoid it.

The faint smell of feral blood wafted in on a draft in the quarter, and Dani relinquished a small smile. He enjoyed that she was a nonconformist, refusing to feast on humans and instead using accepted methods to feed. Moreover she did honorable things with the remains – transforming them into artwork and tools. Quite extraordinary, he mused. Daniel had realized, lately, that he adored far too many individuals. Though some things clearly were not prospects. Inora was a werewolf. That was the sad truth of it. She was not an option, however much she made his blood boil. Faith…dear Faith…was fragile and frankly he worried a great deal when in her company – a relationship could possibly drive him insane. Evelyn didn’t even make the list. She was undeniably attractive, and provoked even him to have less than clean musings of her, but as far as romance went she was nothing. Ixandra was…pedestrian. A poor woman who needed help, yes, but she was far too eager to help men in other ways, he thought.

Another epiphany then arrived – he knew too many women, period. There had to be some testosterone to mix into that. Something to break up the estrogen ocean. Rubbing at his temples, a deep sigh rattled within his diaphragm as he leant back in the seat and tipped his head to gaze silently at the softly crackling flames. Strange that he could bask in that warmth…and feel nothing. He envied humans. Often. But just in time to save him from his own self pity she arrived. He scented her before glancing towards the doorway. Standing there, Gabriel looked just as beautiful if not more than Evelyn herself and a faint smile curled his lightly bristled lips. Standing as it was mannerly to do so, Gabriel would be pleased to know she was one of the few he treated with such flawless chivalry. ”Hey stranger.” He murmured huskily.

He stood for a moment, deciding on an approach before he decided not to wait, moving towards her and grasping her palm, delivering a kiss to the back. ”Forgive me for not visiting sooner. I was feeling a bit antisocial.” He admitted softly, ushering her in and to the seat adjacent his, eager to catch up on her life and pressing matters. His own existence he was shamelessly disinterested in discussing, but would divulge should she desire to know. He trusted this woman with what he truly thought, and even was given to rant occasionally if it had been a particularly difficult space of time between their last visit. Guess she’d have to accept the good with the bad.

ooc: it's fine! :]

[gabrielcadwallader]

Always with the manners, this man really knew how to make her proud. Few men actually knew what the would chivalry meant, let alone practiced it as faithfully Dani did. She knew that he did it just for her benefit, but that made it all the more impressive. She couldn't help but see some of the same qualities in him, that attracted her to Octavius so strongly. But Octavius was dead, she was alone, and Dani was the center of her attentions now.

She drank in his scent as he bent over gently and took her hand. His lips were cold, but no colder than the tender skin on the back of her hand. It had been a long time since her hand felt lips as cold as his. Rose, though beautiful she may be, held not a candle to him. There was just something about him that melted the ice of her soul. Something that the warmth of the living could never accomplish, no matter how hard they may try. This young vampire was of a rare breed, very rare breed indeed.

She let him lead her over to her most beloved chair, her hand lingering for a second in his, as she took her seat. For a moment she felt human again, then like an old woman who's life had been so long that the youngest generations sought her wisdom. She felt the expression on her face darken ever so slightly, as she flashed to what should have been. She sat there, and saw what she should look like at nine-hundred years old. A corpse who's bones would be creaking, if not turned to dust. The long ebony locks on her head should have blown away on the western wind long ago. The skin that clung tightly over her well toned body, should have been decomposed into the earth centuries passed. She should be buried out side by her brothers, with a tomb stone that read "Here lies Gabriel O'Reilly, Daughter, Sister, Mother and wife, Faithful till the end, may she rest in peace." Ah, but that all slid into nothingness when Octavius showed her freedom. And now here she rested, still in her prime years, even after nearly a Milena. She was neither a mother or a wife, nor was she faithful to her passed arranged husband. She remained Gabriel Cadwallader, she walked this earth as the living dead, and as some believed, the damned.

She looked into his beautiful ice blue eyes and forgot how old she felt. For in his eye's she wasn't an old woman, who's time should have run out long ago. To him, she was different. She smiled again, but this time for reasons other than amusement. She had known many men in her time, and everyone seemed that same, all but this one. His youth made him something of a mystery to her. His oddity of an attitude toward the eternal life he had been given and his thoughts of the world, endlessly intrigued her.

One could say he was her safe, someone that she could speak freely to, no matter what went on in her heart or mind. She valued his opinions greatly, more than even some of the oldest creatures that roamed this earth. Her green eyes shimmered with adoration, as she realized how much he meant to her...What fate doth bring on the dark of heart, and the clear of mind; Gifts of hope to brighten even the most murky of days...Ah, What wonder...What glorious, glorious wonder...

She crossed her smooth, strong legs and placed her lean, cotton encased arms upon the rests beside her.
"Shall you go first, or shall I, old friend?"

Count: Six-Sixty-One (661)
Lyrics: Gary Jules
Credit: Mercer
Notes: Ah, shit it moditfied the other post when I went to get the code... *hits self in the face* Damn it...

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

Gabriel was obviously pleased that he had arrived, having meant what she said through text message. It was a wonder to him that a vintage immortal such as her would bother with such technology. He mused it was because she was realistic, letters simply weren’t dependable these days. It was a pleasant beginning to what he assumed would prove a wonderful visit.

It was an unfamiliar sensation, such contact with another – Daniel did not welcome others into his “personal bubble” often…and definitely not for the sake of affection. Gabi was a diamond in the rough though and for her he made exceptions. It did not go unnoticed that their hands lingered together, and internally he felt a familiar ache. He’d stayed away too long. This made their reunion more intimate…and also very dangerous in Daniel’s case.

He did not mind the bond of close friendship he shared with this woman, not at all. It was a privilege, and it kept him sane more often than he realized. The mild expression of a troubled mind protruded within his observation and coaxed him out of his reflective state. It concerned him but he said nothing, simply mirrored her frown with an expression of quiet stress. In what seemed like a moments time she was back – the glaze over her stare diminishing as she very obviously gazed back at him. A brow ascended and he cleared his throat quietly before inquiring, ”Are you okay?” Perhaps it was cliché – uninventive of him, but really why dress up such a simple question. Was she or wasn’t she?

The fervor that Daniel caught in her gaze was enough to induce a reticent shiver down his spine, a mixture of fear and excitement. Dani trusted Gabriel, more than most or anyone he could really bring to mind…and at the same time anything intimate with her made him wish he had never arrived. Though this was not a feeling meant only for Gabriel, in fact if he were to choose any one to stay with she was the most stable – clearly.

She did well for herself, and had lived an impressive extent of time. Although that hardly was ever on Dani’s mind. She was as lovely as anyone he had ever seen. Observing the dainty way she seated herself and yet the dignified air she submitted to the ambiance, he smiled lazily. The idea that he would begin to speak first seemed farfetched to him – so much so that he chuckled softly, the sound rich and deep in his throat.

He was the most relaxed he had been in some time, and quite appreciative of that fact. Smiling at her, he shook his head dismissively. ”Of course ladies first.” He insisted softly, working to appear stern though the façade was somewhat transparent. Boss her around? He could never. Or would never attempt it. Chivalry was not dead. He would go if she bade him to but was far more interested in what news she had for him. There was something strange about their relationship.

Daniel was intimately attached to this woman, but then could not make himself stay. He would ache for her on the occasion, come and then go as he pleased. It was almost cruel how he treated her and yet she welcomed him back each time. Perhaps Ms. Cadwallader was a glutton for punishment…or perhaps she hadn’t realized how he used her. Frankly he’d just realized it…but could not conjure remorse. He needed what he needed. And apparently had been spending too much time with Evelyn.

[gabrielcadwallader]

In the split second that she let her facial control slip, Dani had noticed. She didn't want to burden him with the knowledge of what actually was going on at that moment in time, so she simply replied to his concern with a sweet innocent smile and an "Of course, I am perfectly alright. and positioned her self properly upon her seat.

She wasn't surprised when he attempted to insist that she should share first. It was almost like a tradition when he decided to visit her, on those rare and merry occasions. She knew that he could have come more if he wished, it was not a matter of time that kept him way, but one of a different sort. If she had learned anything in her long years, was that nothing was ever actually a matter of time. And for some unknown reason, she was alright with the way he dropped in and out of her life, though she wished that he would extend his stays. "Well, you might be interested in a few things that have gone on since you were here last. I befriended a few mortal females as of late. They are under my protection which in it's self is not needed. The very scent of me on mortals drives any Lycan or Vampire away. This was true in most cases, but Ixi had a bad habit of attracting the supernatural. It seemed as if the girl could resist the danger of fraternizing with being that could and would drain her dry in a moment. Ah, but that was Ixi, and part of what made her worth Gabriel's ever abundant time. The thought of the beautiful mortal made her smile, they were what most would call Bff's , or that's what she lead Ixi to believe. The truth was that Gabriel liked to here her story and her problems. The hardships of the modern mortal were for some reason interesting to her. "It rather amuses me that, all but one are oblivious to the fact that they laugh with a vampire."She let a small musical giggle escape her lips...Humans; always willing to believe that everyone has good intentions. Surely if it wasn't I who was their immortal companion, than they would be dead by now... The thought of humans started to make the elk she just devoured seem like a rain drop in the ocean of her hunger.She looked down at her lap for a moment and straightened the hem of her dress, a small smile the only left over of her previous merriment. She checked herself and her hunger then returned to the matter at hand.

"One of my good friends was turned into a Lycan a while back. Now her and her mutt- I mean, Werewolf boyfriend don't have to worry about the human factor any more." She could see the look on Dani's face alter when she uttered the wordlycan. She wasn't quite fond of them either and when Daralynn had come to her abode the first time after the transformation, Gabriel had almost lost her control completely. She had calmed down when Daralynn told her what had happened...The word furious seemed like a small candle compared to the raging fire that blazed deep within her soul. In the end she tolerated it on Daralynns behalf, but toleration was the extent of it, acceptance was far beyond even the most her. She considered herself rather open minded by the way her friend was changed dug deep under her skin. "The smell, I swear, it makes me gag. And when it rains, she smells like wet dog." Her head shook as she recalled the most recent rain.
...I wonder what he would think about Rose, after all she is human. But she also is a female... He can handle it, if not him, than who can I tell? Though it would be best if he was fed before.... "Good lord where have my manners gone? You must be thirsty."She stood and motioned for him to stay seated as she walked over to the oak bar that lay in the far left corner of the room. She reached underneath into one of the only eclectically powered things in the whole castle, a mini fridge. She pulled out a traditional Celtic decanter made out of Deer bone and set it on ebony colored wood tray. She designed and it's two matching goblets in remembrance of the animals sacrifice, about three hundred years ago. Her hand slipped delicately under the bottom of the ancient carved tray, and she returned across the pelt spotted marble floor to Daniel.

The cork made a soft pop as she opened the bottle and as soon as she did the area was saturated with the smell of deer blood. She did her best to keep stocked just in case company stopped in without notice, as they often did. She knew that Daniel preferred human, but seeing as the animal who's bones she had used died to preserve the lives of humans, she thought it unwise to put human blood within it's memorial. The smooth maroon liquid filled the air even more with it's sweet perfume as she gently poured it into the goblets. "I have something to tell you old friend. She handed him his glass then took a sip of her own." I have taken a mortal lover, her name is Rose."

Count: Nine-Zero-Three (903)
Lyrics: Gary Jules
Credit: Mercer
Notes:

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

A faint, though careful smile spread over his features – knowing to the point of absolute certainty that she had not been “perfectly alright” a moment ago. Still, there was no point in assuming the reason for such melancholy was any of his business. The mulling thoughts of the she gave him a moment to collect his own musings, though they were less focused on his counterpart, more focused on a certain mortal that he wished he could wipe from his own mind. Faith. So sweet and soft…such a contrast to the beast that he was. Their affiliation was a dangerous one and he regretted coming to know her. However tragic his thoughts were he was pulled back to the present by the calm explanation of the female. She would receive all his attention – it was only fair considering he had asked with sincere intrigue. A brow ascended at her admission. Befriending mortals, Gabi? He did not speak though – truly hating being interrupted himself he assumed all others were the same way. The statement of laughter coaxed a faint tick of his labrums, far less expressive than his feminine counterpart though mirth was evident in the cerulean oculi that stared into her features.

The intensity of his gaze was not what anyone could mistake as pedestrian – clearly a predator among lambs. It followed the motion of her palms in her lap and then her composing of her features, the reining in of habits or bloodlust no doubt. He knew the feeling. On the next flash of news, Daniel grew tense, a light frown creasing his brows as his gaze ticked to the flames. Unfortunately any friend of his that became a fleabag would lose him as anything but a threat. There was no line drawn – if you sported a fur coat on the full moon you were in deep trouble. The way that the human had come to be a Lycan was not surprising, their lack of control mirrored his on a regular basis. The commentary on the smell made him chuckle, and he finally broke in in a small murmur. ”Yes, that never changes.” It was a soft interjection and then silence on his part. The twinkle of thought in her gaze immediately put him on edge – having never been fond of secrets, he coaxed himself to remain dormant. Smirking lazily at the offer he mused it was something that would piss him off and therefore the endowment of something meant to sooth him.

The scent of the more primitive liquid swarmed his senses, and he drowned peacefully in the tangy metallic scent – basking in sweet surrender for a moment before he took the finely crafted ware from her grip and leant back once again. Reaching up, he took a sip, his lids descending as he savored it though he could hear her begin with what he assumed would be her speech. Glad she hadn’t prolonged his curiosity too long, his lids snapped open when the words finally escaped her lips. Not speaking for what seemed an eternity, his expression was indecipherable…his gaze calculative as if in disbelief and in want to read the truth in her features.

And there it was. She truly was intimately connected to a mortal female. Truly he didn’t know which was harder to swallow; the fact that it was a mortal and inferior that she courted, or the idea that she somehow found a female more desirable than a male. Daniel was not homophobic but quite judgmental when it came to same sex relationships. In all honesty his stand on the subject could be summed up in a sentence; “Men and women were puzzle pieces what good would two women be together?” He was of course speaking on very literal terms. As far as emotional intimacy went he didn’t question whether women could be there for each other as closely as a man and a woman…but this was a formality. Two women did not work, not biologically and not in his head. If Gabriel had been anyone else he would have thrown her goblet at her, but the response when it finally became visible was the slow upward tick of his brow. ”Oh? And how did that come about?”

There was suddenly yet another reason to be glad he wasn’t a dog – his hackles would have been on end and his demeanor transparent. As it was there was a vague aura of skepticism and still that lingering disbelief. For the sake of conversation, and moreso of friendship he had not exploded – though the implosion was endlessly spectacular. His inward turmoil so heated it was surprising that steam did not come from his ears. A small, difficult smile was offered as he sipped the soothing fluid and gazed absently into the crackling flames once again.

[gabrielcadwallader]

She could almost see his thoughts racing through his mind. It was the subtle changes in his face that gave him away, the tiny muscular shifting that went through the nerves that he could not control. Though she couldn't literally read his mind, of which she was thankful for, she had known him long enough to be able to see through the pleasantries. The long years had taught her how to read others, especially those closest to her, with almost perfect precision, and Dani was no exception. He wasn't quite appalled, but more of...she couldn't quite explain it. She was so entranced in th smallest twitches that she nearly missed the deliberate raising of his eye brow. "Oh? and how did this come about?" It seemed as if he did his best to keep calm, but she could hear the strain in his normally beautiful voice. She didn't mean to cause him any discomfort nor, if she dare say it, pain. She just wanted to be honest with him. For if she was not candid, would he still be truthful with her? This was something that bothered her on occasion, it was the truth, but was it right to speak of such things. It was happening in many situations as of late, she hated that the truth wasn't good enough. She took a deep drought of the deer blood, and like the truth, she knew it would never be enough.

Now for the explanation. Why had she gone with a mortal, let alone a mortal woman? Why was it that Rose drew her attentions instead of any other masculine entity? for all of this she had answers, but she doubted that any would sooth his inner hurricane. "I was out one night, and I caught her scent, of course I had no intention of even making my self known to her, I just was curious. I sat down and ordered an Irish coffee, and low and behold, she was my waitress." She paused and looked down at the rose colored liquid in her chalice and raised it to her lips. She let it wash down her throat, she savored it and allowed it to take her away for a moment, lost in it's warmth. "She's a mute, that's what intrigues me. Her living in silence, not a word spoken ever from her lips. It's really quite remarkable, the way she communicates. Now before you say anything, I didn't start this, her body language was screaming, and she has complete control of that. One thing lead to another and I asked her out for dinner." Hunger gnawed at her insides once again. She couldn't understand it, it was never this bad, not even around Rose. It was unbelievably powerful, almost unbearable tonight and that was dangerous. She hadn't slipped up in all her nine-hundred years, and she hoped that first never came. Her hands were getting tighter and tighter around that glass, and her leg began to twitch ever so slightly. God, she was hungry. Taking a deep breath, she began Uji breathing to help keep the beast within her. It wasn't working, but she was determined not to loose control.

She was going to wait for his response but decided better of it and spoke again. " I highly doubt that it will go very far, the relationship I mean. She will keep aging and I...I will stay the same. It is mere physical attraction on her part, and on mine, curiosity." Yet again the truth wasn't enough, not this time. She wished she could find someone, someone to share her eternal life with, but alas, she was alone. "Although warm they may be, I can't be with mortals for to long. In the end, only another immortal will due." As she was saying this she was realizing it more than she ever had before. No mortal could satisfy her, no matter how beautiful or unique. Her deep green eyes lifted from her skirts and the bottom of her empty glass and rested on one of he only men she actually trusted.

She searched his blue eyes for something that would tell her that it was going to be okay. She didn't want to seem insecure, nor vulnerable, because she wasn't, but somethings she just... The thirst screamed inside of her, it was relentlessly tearing at her. It's teeth ripping through her like steel. The beautiful goblet in her hand began to crack, as it got harder for her to control it. Nearly throwing it, she put it on the table and placed her shaking hands together and laid them in her lap.

Count: Seven-Seventy-Six (776)
Lyrics: Gary Jules
Credit: Mercer
Notes: My apologies for taking so long >.<

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

HERE I GO

scream my lungs out and try to get to you

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The disapproval that flowed so easily through Daniel’s veins was shunned reticently, having been raised in a setting that favored control it came as second nature to guard his true response. Naturally that would have upset were, as would knowing that this calm façade was only that – a façade. His inquiry was cool and deliberate, but carefully molded to not commit to any one opinion. He sounded neither accepting or in the mood to shun. It was simply one of those diplomatic responses that would further the conversation without the hassle of becoming the bad guy and pissing her off. The fact that he though her insane was irrelevant. Though it did make it difficult to bear her company at present – it felt very much like he was losing a dear friend to some sickness.

Or had already lost sounded more correct at this point. Glancing down into the goblet he held, he swirled the thick crimson liquid around thoughtfully as she responded. A waitress…so plain. And a mute. And a woman. And a mortal. If Gabi had though she would win the immortal’s understanding or sympathy she was going to be disappointed. There were simply no words to impart her that would endow comfort, only the hiss of distrust in the abnormality of said relationship. There was simply too much wrong with it to have any good come of taking whatever chance she was taking.

Connecting with mortals was difficult enough, creating a complex emotional bond that would only carry until death for one but for eternity for the other. This hardly seemed fair and of that Daniel was as guilty as the next. His relationship with Faith was equally hopeless in that right. However, the fact that Rose did not capacitate the appropriate biological parts was an apparent handicap. Not to be sexist, but to please a woman in a natural way it was sorta important to have a certain organ. Smirking quietly at the thought, he took a sip of the rich liquid, glancing at his companion in a reflective manner.

The tension she bore was practically oozing into his space, the aura flooding the room. Hungry, Gabi? It was difficult not to laugh. Another downside of making love to the living had to be that close to rapidly pumped blood without the capacity to feed. ”You’re with someone out of curiosity…” He mused, uncertain of how he felt about that but naturally it was something akin to disapproval. In his upbringing it was only moral to be with another if there was a common sentiment felt, love, of all things. Ah yes, Evelyn would not approve. Not at all.

Her last statement was the sole verse that induced response, and it was a stoic statement that parted Daniel’s perfectly shaped lips. ”She’ll die.” It was calm fact that he infused in the conversation, which seemed almost one sided at this point. The torment in her stare was enough to make his brows furrow as he returned the gaze with his calm, utterly stable one. Observing the tremors of her palms as she placed her empty glass on the smooth plateau of the table he smirked thoughtfully and glanced back into her features.

”You should go eat. I’ll be waiting for your return.” Daniel himself rarely hunted for pleasure and never in the company of others he regarded as friends. Raising a hand he indicated the doors that he had entered from before directing his attention elsewhere. Reticently stonewalling any protest with the expression of hard determination in his jaw and steeled gaze, a solid look though there was a perpetual wreathing of malleability in the fellow – he was almost maddeningly calm in situations he comprehended. And this one was simply. See you after dinner, Gabi.


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The coldness that she found in his eyes chilled her to the very bone. It would have caused a shiver if the raging flames of her thirst weren’t burned her insides away. She had always thought that Dani would be alright with it. But apparently she was wrong. It hurt a bit, stung, but she couldn’t concentrate at the moment. She would have dwelled on this feeling more if everything was behaving properly. She would have basked in it’s pain, loving every bitter sweet second of it’s frightfully penetrating agony. It had been a long time since she felt very much, and she cherished every moment of feeling that she had, pleasant or not. He said nothing to offend her, nor gave away his option openly, but she knew from his detached response that he did not approve. Maybe that was what was bothering her so, he had a mortal lover, although his was a female, he could barely talk. Gabriel knew full well that there was a difference, but it didn’t matter.

It took great effort for her to put on a small smile when he repeated her statement. ”You’re with someone out of curiosity…” It was true, she was. There was only one man that had ever truly made her happy, only one that had her love. He was long dead, his ashes blown away with the western wind. Every other held not even a candle to his brilliant light, but maybe Rose was different. Maybe a female could help her see. This was the source of it all, the curiosity, the wonder, all because she was alone. ”That is correct, my friend.” Her voice was a bit strained, but she did a fairly good job keeping it steady. It wasn’t until he reiterated the obvious that a spark ignited within her. ”She’ll die“ It wasn’t anger that fill the crevices of her cavernous soul now, but it was something close to it. She took a deep breath and counted to ten, praying that it would work. Things were going hay wire, she needed to calm down. Her body was rigid now, as she whipped the anger back into it’s cage. Now was not the time…You are hungry, don’t let the fraudulent frustration risk your friendship. He is still a companion, he is still welcome. Breath, Gabriel, breath…

It wasn’t until that very moment, that second, that she saw that she actually cared for Rose. It was the harshness of reality that struck her so hard. That even though in the end, she could only be with an immortal, it wasn’t the end yet/ Rose was still breathing. She was still among the living. And until she wasn’t Gabriel would be there for her, no matter the price. ”You should go eat. I will be awaiting your return.” He moved his well toned arm toward the direction of the door and adorned a expression that she could not even conceive to argue with at this point. She stood, still slightly quivering, that curtseyed. ”Thank you, do you wish to accompany me? She knew he usually didn’t hunt with others but it was worth a shot, a chance to bond in another way then speech. The hunt was scared, not the feeding, but the hunt it’s self. You could drink feed off of any thing, but to find a pray worthy enough for the skills that one possessed , to chase it into the very depths of the earth, was a feeling that nothing could repress. What she was offering was the sharing of something that she knew he had never done before. It would pass quickly, no that she was free from the responsibility of entertaining him, she was about to give into the erg.

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