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[Rose Decumbry]

Attire


It’d been awhile since Rose had been in a pub like this. One, it smelled like cigarette smoke, and alcohol. Two, the men here were grizzly, biker men, which only seemed interested in one thing about the body of a woman. Three, the background music from a beat up old jukebox, skipped several good tracks. She felt out of place, being the only clean person here, from the looks of it. Why was she even here, after all? Well, it was close to where she had shot down her meal, and she didn’t feel like taking a quick walk home, just yet. Plus the distant sounds of pool balls being shot, the jukebox, and the heavy downfall of rain, was somewhat comforting to her sore ears. The bottle of a wine dated farther back then she could, was resting in front of her. She requested the best this place had, and she’d been given it. No complaints there.

A low sigh, flowed beneath her lips, readjusting her pint body in the stool. She was having trouble remembering something, a memory so fuzzy and old, it seemed like she would never remember. Rose’s eyebrows furrowed, her lips forming a thin line. What was she trying to remember, and why wasn’t it cooperating with her? A sudden gasp escaped her lips, causing some stir in the peaceful environment. Flesh, human flesh touching flesh. But was it really human? Or was it something else, something..Immortal? Tilting the bottle to let the dark, rich fluid cascade down her throat, the images cleared. It was her flesh! Her pale, lucid flesh! But she looked, a tad younger, then she was now. Her eyes, all too new to what she was experiencing, and a little fearful. She was a vampire…But she was still a child, from the looks of what was happening here. The tan skin above her, chiseled, with a strong air of masculinity. It was her actual first time. Anthony had never actually taken her virginity, he’d only gone far enough as to think he was to peak her, then tear her throat out. So, now it was even more important, that Rose know who this man was.

The bottle of aged pinot meunier, slid down her throat for the longest time before the home video focused itself once more. He looked so familiar, the strong jaw line, the slightly tousled hair that she had combed her hands through once before. Who was he, and why couldn’t Rose remember him? She should have remembered a face that handsome, and a body that well maintained. The feelings that had sufficed with the memory, rushed through her, feeling her with a notion to just about lose all control and lust after any man who even closely looked like the man in her memory. Rose kept her facial expression blank, and bleak. Nobody here would think she was normal, if they knew what she was thinking.

Nobody would believe her if she said what she was. “Excuse me,” her light voice dripped heavily in her accent, wafted over to the bartender. “I’m done with this bottle; do whatever you so please with it...” he nodded, but made no notion to collect the remnants. But Rose wasn’t about to sit around and wait for him, though technically, she was supposed to. Being a proper ‘lady’ and using the ‘proper manners’ of being in the presence of men. But the age and tide of women changed, over the progression of hundreds of years. From the early hundreds of being seen but never heard, or acknowledged as human beings, to being some of the most outspoken species of all. From never showing off any body parts, to barely having any clothes to cover them up in. From answering politely, and turning into little potty mouths. Hopping off the stool, her short complex made its way to the jukebox. It’d been at least fifty years since she’d seen one. Her hand rubbed against the shining plastic, feeling the warmth of the light below her, yes, it’d been forever. The book like holder of all the records that she could select from. Which one to choose? There were so many of them, so much music, and such a little girl, who had no idea what to do, with such a simple decision.

Such a simple decision, but yet, Rose didn’t know what to do. She laughed a little at herself, tossing the small euro that would pay for her selection in her hand. Such a small decision indeed.

So, instead of really thinking about it any further, she just selected an old song, one she hadn’t even heard of. It was a woman, with a wailing voice, that normally, would offset people’s ears. But to Rose, it was a melody, so simple and so beautiful. Pausing, she closed her eyes just to listen to it. It really had a point, but she paid no heed to the lyrics, just to the sound of her voice. A low hum barely audible to the men across the room could hear. Such a soothing tone, with such a soothing bass in the background. Now only if, she could get this when she was at home. The soothing feelings, the calm relief that flooded her entire body, every time the singer took on a high softly sung note. She wanted to keep her head in this area, and snapshot it and keep it forever. For once, in such a chaotic life, she found serenity.

[[ THANATOS ]*]

[atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] When you're a killer and a sadist its difficult to keep acquaintances, mostly because one ends up killing them at some point or another, or you forget the safety word and they hold a grudge. Whatever the case was Thanatos was one immortal whose entourage was a slim grouping of peoples he would see once every fifty years or so, otherwise he spent most of his time alone or with the barely living. It was a quiet existence but he neither lamented it nor wished to change the course in which his dwelling had gone. It was a content one, somewhat resigned to the stupidity of man and cradled in the notion that his own company was far superior to anyone he could find outside the castle. For these reasons alone it was a rarity that he ventured from Wales. On the occasion that he did though, it was usually a social visit inspired by boredom. This particular one was out of curiosity more than anything. He could not truly recall whether or not he actually knew anyone in London any longer, but if he didn't before this evening he soon would. What separated London from New York was the fact that you were more likely to find a pub or a bar than a club. Then again, nudity was less likely at a pub, especially in the company of the Brits. Then again, most British had a pool cue so far up their "arses" that they look so perverse and subtly wrong they may as well have been in the nude. In general they simply looked uncomfortable. Smirking at the concept, the immortal meandered through the dark streets, the faint scent of the sewer and rats enough to make the vampire resort to not breathing in at all. Then again, it was the habit itself that made him take a single breath in. And on that breath…something familiar. It was strange, not a perfume - no this smell was much more subtle and intimate. Skin. But the unique thing about it was the recollection that befit its coy presentation. It was one of his. No, not a fledgling, Thanatos Conteo had never and never would sire a vampire. It was one of the vast menagerie of women whose innocence he had stolen away. His lips ticked, entertained by the idea that this night he would find himself in the presence of a dove he had once lusted after. And now that he himself had soiled her? A bore. Stretching his arms, he tucked his palms into the pockets of his slacks. Something that seemed to never have changed was the fact that the man always wore something of class and sophistication, something that would remind the educated of Cambridge and the uneducated of the government no doubt. He had already an image in his mind of what the maiden looked like. Blonde hair, blue eyes and skin as soft and smooth as silk. The little thing looked to be just in her teens, an older teen, granted and spritely, if he recalled correctly she was an impressively small creature. So easily lifted. The next memoirs that assaulted his mind were rather graphic, and skin was not at all sparse. With this in mind, and the image of her face in the shower as he left, supposedly to dress but in reality to drift away into the night, he entered the establishment. It was a quiet place, much to his pleasure and surprise and it was ridiculously easy to establish where she was. Ah there, by the jukebox, humming as if she were the singer herself reminiscing over the lyrics. His features gave away nothing, blank and indecipherable as he stared for a moment and then made his way to the seat that by the smell she had just sat in moments before. Murmuring his want for a scotch to the barkeep, he sat there, leaning against the wooden structure lazily and waiting as he often did for recognition and the dawn of an epiphany. ][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ count: Dunno don't care comments: tsssss

[Rose Decumbry]

Her lids fluttered over her eyes, the only sense she willingly opened up to now, was her nose. So caught up in the music, it ran down her body, cleansing her from the inside out. And then, more memories flooded as the music twisted in a different direction. She was wet, blond hair dripping, her skin still seeming to vibrate, from what she thought she had cleaned herself of. Her mouth formed a word, single, and unreadable. It had to be a name, because she had repeated it over and over again. Why? Perhaps there wasn’t an answer, because the person was no longer there. Her mouth formed the singular word once more, and then it swept through her lungs, she’d remembered who it was. Perhaps, no, she hadn’t seen him in forever, he must have been long gone by now. Her eyelids opened, sparked with something. That bastard. Before her temper could gain any more control over her, she took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Yes, he was long gone by now, he had to be. He’d be twice her age, if he was still living and taking virgin’s cards.

An exhilarating scent filled her nose, awakening the rest of her senses. It was the same exact scent from her memories. “Oh hell…” her hand swept loose hair out of her face, her lips forming a very upset pout. Why was he even here, what had she done to deserve such cruel treatment? Eyes lifted up to the ceiling, hoping to get the message upstairs, “I’ll be seeing you in hell,” she muttered, hoping her words spread over the world. The then musky, masculine, and undeniably desirable scent, peaked at its strongest. A low growl traced along her mouth, he was here, on the other side of that wall. Rose tired to remain strong, her eyes glued to the door he would walk through in any minute. But she new, sooner or later, the time she spent with him, would lead to her wanting the shedding of clothes.

And from what she collected, Thanatos wasn’t one to stay after a good deed was done, and admire what he’d accomplished. Stealing a V-Card. But when you messed with someone with anger as short and temperamental as hers, what one said could set everything off. Her eyes narrowed, as the door peeled back, and there he was. Just as she’d remembered him, tall, twice the size of her, hair that hung shortly, neither long nor boringly short. The chiseled jaw of his, the strong pursed lips that always seemed to form a straight line, and also the eyebrows that gave away nothing, but only added on to the beauty of him. As much as she was angry at him, and about to mentally throw an ultimatum at his face, Rose found she was weak in the knees. “Stupid bastard,” her lips formed the words though her voice only followed shortly after.

She really did hope he heard her. His eyes flickered over her, acknowledging she was there, possibly wondering what in the world she was doing. Embarrassment followed a flush of anger, as he had the nerve to sit in her seat. Inglorious, ignorant, cradle robbing, good for nothing…..man! A low sigh escaped her lips, as she stared at him, not certain what to exactly do. Did she get to strangle him (though it would do no harm…but for her pure entertainment even though he would probably ruin that too, that emotionless looking ass!) or inquire his whereabouts? She wanted to do both at the same time.
But oh, how he didn’t look a day over when she last saw him. Such a man, but so complicated of one. So, instead of doing both, she decided a new tactic. Walking, swaying the little bit of her hips, she leaned into his ear, her breath of her voice, “What exactly are you doing her Thanatos?” Her face almost in fact touched his, but she pulled back, taking the barstool next to her old seat. “Come to visit old cards, perhaps reminisce in the face of the young lady whose virginity you took?” her British voice was soft, her words chosen wisely.

The bartender returned with a drink he seemed to have ordered. A scotch from the smell of it, her nose crinkled as she leaned away from it. “How can you drink this stuff?” she looked around for her bottle of fine wine, only to see that the bartender had indeed taken it away. This looked like it was going to be quite the interesting night. Her disappointment didn’t show though, because she too, could be emotionless. She waited for his response, keeping her eyes averted from him, that stupid, inglorious, ignorant little bastard. Rose also chided herself for wanting to taste his flesh one more time. Her jaw clenched itself tightly; she couldn’t think like she was when she was younger. She knew that all this man was after was virginity, something she no longer possessed, because he had taken it.

So, what exactly was he doing here? Perhaps, he had stolen and cashed in on many virginity cards, and was just stopping by to see if he could pick up a few more, before he headed off to his home. Sadly, though, she could have guessed she was right. She’d never met someone like Thanatos before, just being in his presence, was enough to make any woman lust after him. But from the small tidbits of information she’d found out about him, he only choose select women. Women, who would then find themselves very, very, lucky to be touched, and caressed by Thanatos. Rose was never quite the same, after that encounter. A small shiver ran through her body, which she tried her best to suppress. You mustn’t let yourself go for this man again, because you will end up trying to rip his clothes off. That stupid, inglorious, ignorant, cradle robber, ultimate sex god wasn’t about to change for just Rose. He had more cradles to rob then spend time on her. Her shoulders sagged slightly, realizing, that tonight, she would be going home alone, like many other nights.

[[ THANATOS ]*]

[atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] There were very few things that escaped the awareness of the ancient being, and the slicing gaze of the topaz haired sprite wasn't going to be added to the list of things he'd not paid attention to. He'd even caught her with a slant of his nearly black stare, lips ticking in regard though it was again one of those expressions that wasn't enough of anything to be labeled. It had ventured away by the time she muttered like a bratty child; Stupid bastard. At this the vampire wasted no time in casting his stare back on her, the look on his face reproachful for a moment before an amused wink illustrated itself. A flirt? Not particularly, he was just screwing with her nerves. If his mere appearance could induce such a response imagine what he could do with expressions, and worse…words. He had in fact sat in her seat on purpose, giving her no choice but to be annoyed with him or confront him. Something. That was the strategic sort of sadism that made him notorious. He was vaguely aware of every move she made, down to the exasperated sigh that was liberated from her lips. And here he was expecting a jubilant welcome. Not. He didn't need her happiness. He could very well coax any emotion he wanted from her now couldn't he? That was an advantage to being these women's first encounter. He practically owned them. It was a special kind of abuse he had nearly perfected. After all, how much did it hurt to be discarded as useless after growing as intimate as any soul can with another. He was very much aware of the sensation it left them with; worthlessness. And for all intensive purposes they were useless to him by the time it was over. Like cars their value had adequately appreciated to coax his apathy. Worthless little bitches. And he wasn't one to curse but they were just so unpleasant and bitter. Frankly he'd done them a favor - their first sex was second to none, how could you complain about that? Clearly the women hadn't heard enough first time horror stories. As she approached the "bastard" took in the sight of her with the same appreciation for fine art that most had - a comfortable detached stare that said they did not care to comprehend it. His brows had furrowed just so but other than that he still appeared quite dispassionate. Half of his hard predatory features were cast in shadow, giving his brow a distinguished look that made him seem even sterner than he generally was. What exactly are you doing here Thanatos? It was murmured so close to his face one would have expected him to flinch away from the proximity but the vampire just blinked, lips pursed as if to communicate his impatience for her to finish the charade. Come to visit old cards, perhaps reminisce in the face of the young lady whose virginity you took? His brows ascended, and an almost good natured snort of laughter exited him, acknowledging the barkeep as his drink was set there. Taking an appreciate sip of the beverage, he enjoyed the smooth chill of the alcohol as it slid ineffectively down his throat. "Like that." He voiced, the sound stained with the accent he so casually sported and yet held in an air that suggested royalty. "And may I say that bitterness does not become you, Ms. Decumbry." The way that Conteo said people's names was nothing short of flattering, the way he lingered on the syllables with intelligible attention to the details of pronunciation. Taking another absent minded sip of the drink he held in his hand, he set it aside lazily, appearing to listen to something as his eyes glazed for a moment. "Interesting choice of music." It was said rhetorically - required no elaboration or even a reply from the vampire at his left. Rolling his eyes to harness them on her countenance, he seemed to be investigating the curve of her features lazily as he always did, like a feral cat prowling the wilds in a haphazard utterly natural fashion. "It's so flattering that you all are so good about humoring my want to observe your nostalgia." Alright that was somewhat offensive, practically evil to say and mocking but Thanatos had that way about him, somewhat careless and free to do and say as he pleased. It said he had little to worry about, no care for consequence beyond his own ends and no fear of this woman. And her height had nothing to do with his confidence. It was her age, actually. She was still only a fraction of his age. And years meant respect, or the lack thereof. ][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ count: 895 words comments:omnomnom

[Rose Decumbry]

Why, had Rose chosen all the bad, coy, sexual men in history? And Thanatos had to be the worst. Just the way he could do and get anything he wanted. She really wanted him to be ugly, just for a day or two. Ugly, horrifying, an outcast. Maybe then, he would settle down his use for such high testosterone levels, and level down his confidence. Even though it was a little bit of a turn on, it was more of a major turn off. And yet, she couldn’t seem to penetrate any of his senses, spark any of his fire. Why had he had to be her first? Why couldn’t an actual nice man, a caring man that didn’t just take off in the middle of the night, take her instead? Because no man could do like the boy with all the experience could. Her eyes slid over to him, trying not to find his eyes directly. That would be fatal. She ran her tongue over her teeth, loving the curvature of her fangs. Ah, there was some sign of emotion, seemed like amusement, how good nature of him. Rose’s anger flared, as his smart remark hit her, before he continued talking. "And may I say that bitterness does not become you, Ms. Decumbry."

I agree with you on that, Mr. Conteo, but something brought along such bitterness, as do most sour emotions, I’m sure you know.” He had to have known his nature was getting to her, she never spoke to a man as rude as she was to Thanatos. Maybe, just maybe if he wasn’t such a cruel, heartless person, she would speak to him in a kinder manner. Oh, who was she kidding, she wouldn’t dare too. And that damned way he said her name, just like every other woman he was willing to rob, that seductive tone. The slow tongue, the tongue which one could only imagine tingling against their own skin. She bit her own tongue, to keep from saying something that she would regret and have used against her later. “I don’t think I have ever met a man quite as puzzling as you. Your charm is undeniable, but if someone took the time to get to know you, I’m sure they would run away, just like you ran away from me. But hey,” she hooked her finger underneath his chin, laughing softly. “No hard feelings anyways. If it weren’t for you, I’m sure my first time would have been hell, compared to what you’d supplied.” She turned back to the front scanning the many various bottles of drinks. “I wonder how you got good, how many bad rounds with ugly women did you go to? Or is that natural talent, to go alone with such a charming face?” Rose really, did have anger issues, which needed addressing. She would more than likely end up digging herself into a rut, rather than upsetting Thanatos. “Or..maybe, it’s to rebel against Daniel I suppose?” her eyes stared at his hands, refusing to look up further. “He was more of a man then you are now, because he gives a damn about how women feel after he has sex with them, unlike you, you like to leave your women lonely, from experience and what I can only guess.”

"It's so flattering that you all are so good about humoring my want to observe your nostalgia." She turned, looking at him with such a fury, she had to take a few moments to calm herself down. Her hues turned to look him directly in the eye, some hurt locked in the deep corner of her eyes, trying not to let it show. “Listen, Thanatos. You may have been my first, but if I had taken some time to get to know you, I never would have trusted you with something so precious to every woman out there. I don’t care if you only choose the special types, but there are human males out there, that spend their entire life out there, wrecking women’s emotional systems just like you have, are, and will in the future.” She leaned in, so that their faces were almost touching again. “If I had known that you like to steal away women’s precious gifts, and that I was indeed not special to you in any way at all, I never would have handed anything over to you. Sleeping with you was one of the biggest mistakes of my entire life.”

She hoped she hurt him, but she knew she probably hadn’t. Probably hadn’t even fazed him in the process of her bashing. She then took his scotch, let half of it slide down her throat, before spitting it at his feet, throwing the rest of it in his face. She wanted to hurt him, worse than he had her. But that wasn’t possible, she couldn’t take anything valuable from him, because he had nothing valuable that she had known of. She exhaled softly, before looking at him, with sad eyes. “You really were,” she placed a small hand on the side of his wet face, before moving it as far away from his face as possible. Bringing up her guarded face, she swept past him, striding out into the pouring rain. “Great,” she said, growling underneath her breath. She kicked a stump, before sitting on a bench, as far away from the pub, but close enough to some form of civilization. She was not about to let this, ignorant little man break her down once more. Not a chance in hell.

[[ THANATOS ]*]

[atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] What was it like to be a monster? Fun, yes but many days were as boring as those of the "normal people" and that could be attributed to the fact that Thanatos didn't seek out the trouble unless he was desperate. Otherwise he waited like a spider in his web until it stumbled into his lair. And like any creature who was effectively predatory he was absolutely certain of exactly where she was at all times. Even her stare he could feel creeping over him, perhaps not exactly where it was but he could definitely get a sense of when she was looking and it seemed that was a pretty frequent exercise. Smirking quietly to himself at the thought, the immortal listened to her response. I agree with you on that Mr. Conteo, but something brought along such bitterness, as do most sour emotions, I'm sure you know. At this the well defined brow of the creature ascended, his chin tucking mildly as his gaze swiveled to stare in a nearly patronizing way. "So it's definitely your fault, isn't it? Because only an inexperience female would hinge their emotions on a…what do they call it these days…on what could have been a great screw. " The way he so casually said it seemed to only make the man appear more of a bastard. It wasn't as though he was working to defend himself so much as he was trying to spread things equally. He'd never bothered to extend any sort of emotional sentiments to her, never spread lies about what it was they were doing. It was sex, plain and simple. The fact that he preferred the untainted to the filth was simply a preference. Granted most women liked a screw but being screwed over? Not so much. Society however had made certain that men received all the blame though, discrediting them in the media and in all public grounds until it was absolutely unimaginable that a woman was smart enough to know when a man was just following the little voice that came from the general direction of his trousers. If Rose had worried about hurting his feelings she needn't have, he surrendered those centuries ago. It was perhaps that, the lifeless shell that most were drawn to. The fact that you couldn't see anything in those eyes but your reflection enough to draw you like a moth to a flame in search of something of greater significance. It was only after you'd fallen into them that you realized there wasn't anything to be found. I don't think I have ever met a man quiet as puzzling as you. Your charm is undeniable, but if someone took the time to get to know you, I'm sure they would run away, just like you ran away from me. But hey, no hard feelings anyways. If it weren't for you, I'm sure my first time would have been hell, compared to what you'd supplied. Ah, there it was, that sounded like adequate appreciation. After all he was fairly certain what was running through her head most wasn't her present anger but her past ecstasy. I wonder how you go good, how many bad rounds with ugly women did you go to? Or is that natural talent, to go alone with such a charming face? He hadn't really responded to the sensation of her tipping his chin, simply allowed her to do as she pleased within the range of civility on his terms. Frankly, her fingers had touched things far more intimate to him than his face, why worry? Or…maybe, it's to rebel against Daniel I suppose? Now Thanatos was certain she was getting her words mixed up. Rebellion against a nephew who had no authority over him? Seemed far fetched, now didn't it? He was more of a man than you are now, because he gives a damn about how women feel after he has sex with them, unlike you, you like to leave your women lonely, from experience what I can only guess. It was his turn to laugh, and laugh he did. Dark eyes lulling over to her features once he'd had his fun, a chiding smile riddling that devilishly attractive face of his. "Now, Ms. Decumbry, while I can appreciate your frankness I ought to warn you not to pry into family affairs of mine. Involvement does not bode well. But, while we're on the subject I suppose I'll humor you. Do you think that him seeing to desires he's left unsatisfied beneath the sheets makes him more of a man? Or more a woman…?" His brow ticked pleasantly before he turned his gaze away from her and took a sip of his beverage, not particularly interested in how she knew his nephew or what her business was with him. That was for Daniel to handle, Ray's little bitch of a nephew. Mmm. Now you've pissed her right off, Conteo. Not one to ignore what emotion he reaped, the pain subtly curling in her gaze wasn't lost on the man, whose lips ticked in appreciation for the sultry pleasure provided by her suffering. Listen, Thanatos. Ope! Pay attention, she says. You may have been my first, but if I had taken some time to get to know you, I never would have trusted you with something so precious to every women out there. I don't care if you only choose the special types, but there are human males out there, that spend their entire life, wrecking women's emotional systems just like you have, are and will in the future. Her leaning forward only made the vampire wish she would at least slap him or something, at least then he could take her seriously. Sleeping with you was one of the biggest mistakes of my entire life. …. He smiled. She hadn't lived long enough apparently, as far as her not knowing this apparently obnoxiously disgusting fetish of his well…He'd be sure to give them a magnifying glass to read the fine print in the future. Though to him it seemed painfully obvious, just by the way he walked, eyed them…It should be absolutely apparent. "You know you have a horrible knack for romanticizing. Your first time? Honestly, it was sex. There will be a vast menagerie of times in your immortal life when intimacy takes hands with apathy and when that does happen I hope you recall me telling you. Because the first one matters much less than the last one. It just happens to be cleaner. Don't let my obsession sour your mood." Now if that was a pep talk then I'll be a goat. He had simply pointed out she was being stupid and overemotional. Having his drink dumped on him was nearly pedestrian, and he reached in his pocket to retrieve a clean black handkerchief that he dabbed the liquid away with in an entirely too calm fashion. Naturally he'd felt the impression of her small palm placed against his features, but Thanatos was a strange creature and only acknowledged what he chose to feel. Her hand? Not making the list. Rising almost out of habit as she walked out, a show of good manners in spite of it all, he turned on his heel to drop the payment for the drinks and trailed after her, not waiting particularly long to invade her space. A park bench? How quaint. It was just too textbook. But darling you knew the asshole all along. "Let me make certain I understand your issue with this." He said, as if the conversation had never ended. "You want me to vindicate you with a heartfelt apology? Absolving you of all thought of stupidity when it comes to our…", he paused, a dark look of obviously dirty amusement crossing his features as he tempered his wording, "past encounter." Neatly placing his palms into his pockets, the vampire rocked back on his heels, appearing to think over the prospect before he made himself smile a sad, almost pitifully regretful smile - feigned of course but we aim to please. "Can't do it, Ms Decumbry. You and I both know its your fault and you're misplacing your anger. Fine with me, mind you, but I won't be apologizing." Well then. That was that. ][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ count: 1,383 comments: =x

[Rose Decumbry]

It was funny how, one moment, your emotions could be running so high, living in the exact moment without any care. Then with a flash of light, you’d be someone completely different. The ups and downs of emotions, to which Rose had tried to block herself off for so long, trying to come off heartless and unloving for as long as possible. When all she really wanted was to be loved. The men in her life had proven that nothing like this was possible to say the least. They all ended up leaving. She would too, if she wasn’t herself. Sitting on the bench, she bought out the emotionless person she used to be. What was one to do, when dealing with an even more emotionless fool, like she was at the moment? She hoped he would have sat there, dumbfounded by what she had done.

But nothing fazed that bastard, nothing at all. She could hear his foot falls, and stopped breathing, reigning in her anger. No emotion, whatsoever. Did he enjoy watching others suffer silently in his presence? Did he know at this moment, Rose wanted to decapitate him, and mount it as a sign of treasury? She uncrossed and re crossed her legs several times, before he had finally reached her spot. "Let me make certain I understand your issue with this." She kept her position straight forward, unwilling to even raise her eyes in his scant direction. She knew he would say anything, something to crawl underneath her skin. Because that was just that he was good at.

The only sign of emotion that crossed her delicate features, was the wince at the corner of her eyes, at his phrasing ‘past encounter’. Stupid, selfish, bastard. "Can't do it, Ms Decumbry. You and I both know its your fault and you're misplacing your anger. Fine with me, mind you, but I won't be apologizing."

Her fault? How in the world…was it her fault? How was it her fault, when he willingly took it? How was it her fault, which he ended up leaving her placed with this anger? How in the world was it even her fault at all? She wanted to scream these words at him, but kept her tongue held tightly against the back of her teeth. Think, think before you act, because you’ll say something, then he’ll say something, and you’ll end up just getting more pissed off then you really need. So, moments passed after he had spoken to her, before she exhaled quietly, placing her hands on her lap. “I wasn’t expecting you to apologize, Thanatos. Because that would be terribly out of character for you. I was just expressing…emotions from when you left me. Not every woman likes to be left behind, I’m sure you know.” Her tone was soft, barely even audible. “But, I won’t argue with you any longer over what’s my fault and which isn’t, because, I doubt I have the patience to do so.” What should she say now? What does one say to such a person, who no matter what you say, won’t show anything but that awfully handsome blank face of his? “If you want, you can leave, seeing as you have no purpose to hang around one of your past encounters, as you so wittingly put it.”

She re crossed her legs, finding the situation terribly uncomfortable at the moment, after so calmly explaining herself, she felt almost…human. Like she’d finally let go of one of her past ghosts, something that lurked in the dark of her mind, for centuries and decades to pass. Would he leave, just like he had before, or would the possibility of him staying, give her the courage to get up and walk away? Too many things to guess of, and two many what ifs. For once, she’d like a straight forward answer, no exponents, no nothing. Straight forward, blunt, whatever. The truth was all she wanted anymore no matter how hard, depressing, emotion raising it was. The truth, was what she’d been hidden from, for so long, all her life, everyone tiptoed around her. Did they think she was a delicate creature, a porcelain doll? No, like hell she was. “I will apologize, for throwing the drink in your face. I’ll buy you another one if you really do want one.” Really, she just wanted to buy another one, so she could throw it in his face all over again, but rose was trying to keep herself and her mouth from causing any more trouble. Trouble, something she found herself in most of the time, these days. One example of that, was the man standing to the side of her, mocking her from afar.

[[ THANATOS ]*]

[atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] While it seemed Ms. Decumbry would gain control of her fervent outbursts for a time, Thanatos had no faith in her awkward taking of the reins. It was out of character, strange and those things didn't seem to last. At least not in the real world. If he'd been able to see within the woman's head he probably would have laughed - she sounded very much like Tina asking Ike to toss her another deck or whip out the hammer to beat her with. Seriously? If he'd been able to affect mind reading capacities he would have, and she would have been deeply sorry for having thought anything vaguely as grim as she was. True it was difficult to vex the immortal but not impossible. Granted it took a bit of thinking to dream up something as maniacal as to set the monster off. Or just catch him on a day when no one and nothing is funny. Then again if you happened to catch him in a pissy mood there would be no telling whether you'd survive it or not. So in the spirit of living to see tomorrow let's not go there. It was obvious that the spritely little vampire was miffed at him, the cold gaze of the ancient creature having been privy to the crossing and uncrossing of her legs…over and over. A smirk crept over his lightly bristled facade. What a silly thing she was. She was listening when he spoke, the fact that her posture was if someone had shoved a white hot poker up her anus was a testament to her power of observation. And what a good girl to indulge him, wincing like that like it mattered. It was probably fortunate that she didn't scream at him, because he would have simply giggled and corrected her with a boyish smile that was both patronizing and compassionate, maddeningly so. The way she always said his full name was funny enough, especially the way she spat it out like it was burning her mouth. I wasn't expecting you to apologize, Thanatos. because that would be terribly out of character for you. I was just expressing…emotion from when yo left me. Not every woman likes to be left behind, I'm sure you know. But, I won't argue with you any longer over what's my fault and which isn't, because I doubt I have the patience to do so. Now that was interesting. That last bit about her not having the patience. What exactly was she going to do? Toss another drink at him? He peered at her skeptically, arching a brow in doubt. She probably couldn't fit one in that dress she was wearing. If you want, you can leave, seeing as you have no purpose to hang around one of your past encounters, as you so wittingly put it. He rolled his eyes. Of course he knew he could leave. He could have left after calling her a dirty rotten whore but he hadn't. He was here at his leisure, honestly having no duties to see to or a job to cater to. Clearing his throat, he looked up for a moment, gathering his thoughts before proceeding. "First, while you may not have liked being left behind I heard no complaints up to that point. Second, I would sincerely enjoy watching you lose your patience seeing as you've run out of drinks to toss and third, I very well know when I'm allowed to leave, Ms. Decumbry and I will in due time." I will apologize, for throwing the drink in your face. I'll buy you another one if you really do want one. He snorted, already having caught onto her plan with a pair of narrowed pupils that roared down at her. "Why would I make you pay for more ammunition?" It was said dispassionately, despite his somewhat looming appearance. The chances of him actually harming her were slim. While he wasn't in one of his playful, humorous moods he was neither in his murderous "fuck off" moods. It was something akin to an average day in his existence, mind numbing, dull and disappointing but his apathy seemed to cover all the bases with some to spare at the end. Like a race horse who just kept running. And you know what they say about race horses. ][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ count: 728 comments: =x

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Rose, was not one to have her buttons pushed. But she wasn’t exactly one to go out on a full murder, for someone insulting her so verbally. So far, Thanatos had called her wrong, a whore, and that was all she caught. Who knew what else he had thought up, in that head of his? And how he could possibly know, what she was thinking, based upon her body language. Tricky, ignorant, selfish, stupid, inglorious, bastard. Why exactly, had she even acknowledged the man, why couldn’t she have just kept on walking, or just left completely. She doubted that he would even then realize who she was. He would probably have peered at her, and went on with his way. That would have been how he acted, based upon his past actions. But how would Rose know, she’d only seen him once. The night of her robbing. And then he disappeared, like a cloud of very thin air. She turned to find him looking at her, like she was some type of criminal. “What? Is there something in my fang?” She wasn’t the one to crack jokes either, as blatantly seen. Though, she was sure Thanatos would find no humor in her actual jokes, then laughing at her trying to be mean and rueful. He had to have one of the most twisted senses of humors, as she could have guessed. But like all things, he wouldn’t be him if he didn’t. "First, while you may not have liked being left behind I heard no complaints up to that point. Second, I would sincerely enjoy watching you lose your patience seeing as you've run out of drinks to toss and third, I very well know when I'm allowed to leave, Ms. Decumbry and I will in due time." She clenched her jaw, turning her body to angle towards him slowly. He was tunneling through a very thin sheet of ice, added on with the heat of it already. But perhaps, he wanted to get a bloody nose. He would more than likely laugh at her too. “First off, Thanatos Conteo if you weren’t a male, and twice my age, I would have hit you already. Second, I didn’t know you were going to end up leaving me, so excuse my ignorance,” she narrowed her eyes at him, “And third…stop calling me ‘Ms. Decumbry.’ We don’t live in the eighteen hundreds anymore, Mr. Conteo.” She really did hate being called by her last name; it reminded her of her past life. How she was treated like a Queen and that not even the soles of her feet could touch the floor below her. It was like, she was some type of prize, a trophy that dare not be scratched, or brushed against anything. But it wasn’t because they wanted her to remain unharmed for her own sake, but for the sake of her father. For the sake of the worst bastard she’d ever encountered. Her father never actually loved her, he only wanted her around for as long as she was, because was that she was to be sold off to marriage. Like a slave sold into a life that would bare hardships. Rose had been trained to ignore such hardships, and to serve the man of the household. His personal slave . That was how Rose saw women like that, willing to subject without even putting up a fight. She though, would at least put up a verbal fight. Because of what she was taught, she was unable to raise her hand to a man, willing to strike him. This, was the reason she would not raise her palm to Thanatos. He was technically her superior, in sex and age. But Rose, she personally thought he was just thoroughly cocky and needed a good slap to the face. She wouldn’t though, unless he gave her a reason too. Like calling her a whore one more time, he would receive a nice blow to that perfectly shaped jaw. "Why would I make you pay for more ammunition?" To this, Rose’s lips spread apart, short bell chimes escaping through her throat. Though he seemed like a hard ass, he also seemed to have a little bit of a sense of humor. “Warfare, dear Thanatos, all just warfare.” Her tone was light, and joking, though she doubted she could predict what exactly he thought out of it. The rain had surprisingly cleared up somewhat, enabling her to look through a clearer eye. Rain, rain, go away, come again another day. Her memory whirled at the thoughts and memories behind that song. Her eyes flickered back to Thanatos, only for a brief moment, before finding their ways back to the park bench. ----------------------------------------------- 790 words, rose is about to either rip his head off, leave, or try to make a move haha. he's just so..confusing!

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[[ THANATOS ]*]

[atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] So we're going to talk criminals now? Well if anyone in this scenario is the smooth criminal, it's Than. After all he was Rose's thief now wasn't he? He was everything she needed him to be to hate him successfully. That was his little gift. It was just as easy to be charming but absent, make her love him without being around for centuries at a time. Yes, that would have been merciless. Honestly he had decided that Rose hadn't the faintest idea how easily she'd gotten off the hook. Thanatos was an expert at stringing them along, making them addicts to his skin…his smell…his taste and then vanishing only to reappear some years later, tease them with an almost second encounter and then venture back off into the night as quickly as he'd come back. If she thought he was tricky now she had no idea. That's why it's probably best that no one got into Thanatos's head. It was a twisted place and nothing there was particularly pleasant. You'd come to a sad realization that he'd never loved anyone more than himself. Not that he was narcissistic, but there were just too many idiots about for him to grow attached. That and after fifteen hundred years of watching death you come to a great understanding of how it works and how the weak, the loved, cannot survive the ages. It is the solitary ones that seem to escape time unscathed. What? Is there something in my fang? He smirked lightly but shook his head, unwilling to commit speech to it. He lifted a brow as she moved to stare at him more easily, folding his arms lazily over his torso. He wasn't a giant, but by no means was he small. A sizable man with a sizable chest that he was silently folding his arms over. First off, Thanatos Conteo if you weren't a male and twice my age I would have hit you already. Second I didn't know you were going to end up leaving me, so excuse my ignorance, and third stop calling me 'Ms. Decumbry'. We don't live in the eighteen hundreds anymore, Mr. Conteo. That heartbreaking smile of his was spreading over his features and he looked down at his shoes for a moment, shifting his weight before his stare ticked back up to her. With his index finger he drew an "X" on his left cheek. "If you hit I get to hit back. And I'm trying desperately to excuse your ignorance but it just keeps popping up. Unfortunately for you, I know what year it is, and calling someone by their last name is a sign of respect. You don't want that, Rose? And here I thought that's really what you wanted. More than anything." Against all odds that charming grin of his had not moved from its place across his features, but had widened. She was just so pissed off. It was precious from such a small creature. Her laugh brought his attention back to the present, apparently having found his remark about ammunition entertaining. Good. Time to lighten up. It was only sex, after all. "But I haven't waged a war with you." It was said simply, his gaze hooded by long lashes for a moment as his stare descended, thinking the statement over. If he had waged war…she would know. They all discovered it remarkably quickly when Thanatos wanted a fight. The vampire had a good eye for things having to do with expressions, impressive considering his general seclusion but the look he kept receiving was not entirely unlike the one she'd given him some years before. Though that seemed masochistic of her. Just couldn't help herself now could she? He couldn't recall the last woman he'd slept with more than once, but that was an even smaller list. Three of the seven had been worthy, and somewhat chaste in their years following round one which warranted a revisiting. He regarded them, somewhat as his entertainment, play things really, then again most of them hadn't taken the issue with him that Rose had. They'd understood in the beginning what it was. It had been primal, dirty, delicious sex and that was all. Could it not just be enjoyed for what it was? Perhaps, he mused, Rose had difficulty separating love from pleasure. They did not go hand in hand with him. His hair was slightly damp, and a lock or too was pressed to his forehead, a droplet hanging off his jaw only to drip off a casualty of gravity. She would probably never truly understand how much he was humoring her and her squawking, not unless she happened to stumble upon the dungeons and that seemed unlikely - Wales was a far cry for a visit out of curiosity, to a creature that you did not even like. ][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ count: 804 comments: -noms him- <3

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Such a man should not be allowed to even exist. He was too well mannered, and Rose was losing her patience, little by little. Just watching him, trying to figure out what he was thinking, was dwindling at her patience. Such a man, with such beauty in his features, but coldness in his veins, was dangerous with any type of woman. Even the female version of Thanatos, could not play the game as well as he. Her eyes wandered silently over to him, wondering why he did such things. She understood what had come to her, and almost instantly knew the type of man he was. But why? What was the reasoning behind it all? The question was burning in the back of her throat, like acid, but she swallowed her curiosity, for a little while at least. Sooner or later, she would work her question in, and find out. Rose could already tell, he probably wouldn’t disclose the reasons behind is sex scavenges with virgins. Furrowing her eyebrows, she watched him trace the X over his features. She smiled, only a little bit of her teeth showing, a smile she saved for rare occasions such as this. This was the smile she liked to use, when people acted bigger than they were. Oh, she had no doubt he would strike her back with a harder blow, but he had not yet experienced how hard she could hit. Rose knew she was not the one to look at all powerful, or even strong. But looks deceived those who liked to pick at her, quite often. "If you hit I get to hit back. And I'm trying desperately to excuse your ignorance but it just keeps popping up. Unfortunately for you, I know what year it is, and calling someone by their last name is a sign of respect. You don't want that, Rose? And here I thought that's really what you wanted. More than anything." She tilted her jaw up, narrowing her eyes at him. Her phalanges curled in to form a fist, to which she slowly released them, perhaps, Thanatos would get to hit her back eventually, a nice stroke on his cheek, would suit her fine. She moved slowly, standing, marching up to him as if she were to hit him. Raising her palm above her, it swept swiftly, only to pat his cheek a quick two times, “I do want respect, Thanatos, but there are reasons behind ‘Ms. Decumbry’ that I find most undesirable. And as for my ignorance,” she cocked her head at him, adding sarcasm to her features, “you’ll just have to deal with it as long as you’re in my presence.” Unable to help looking at him, she continued to study his features, had she had been all night. Such a handsome fellow, the years of experience in his eyes, the years of life flown by in just his eyes. So guarded as well, it was frustrating to say the least to figure out what he could have possibly been thinking. Rose couldn’t help but inquire if he would have hit her back, for a man who used polite terms, striking a woman wasn’t very polite at all. But it all related back to his terminology, ‘Ms. Decumbry’ she was used to un polite treatment from the supposed leading male in her life. Her father had the worst treatment towards her; he was handsome, witty, and sneaky, just like the man in front of her. "But I haven't waged a war with you." His plain spoken words barely sunk into her brain, as she raised her eyebrows slightly, inclining her head towards him. “Hence the joke, Thanatos. I think we’d both figure that I would be far from civilized at the moment right now if you had dared to.” She lowered her eyes, a content simper on her lips, her lashes brushing the tip of her cheeks, and she quieted after her statement. She felt at ease, though she wouldn’t let off around him. She rarely ever set her guard down around anyone, and even the most trusted people, could she let her guard down around. Too many things she could say wrong, too many things she could do wrong. “It was just sex, after all,” her head tilted to the side once again, squinting her cerulean eyes up at him, noticing the dampness in both his clothes and hers, but not taking the time to care. The way his hair hung above his eyes, clinging to the perfect shade called his skin. Why had she even dared to have sex, her first time no less, with him? Him of all people? Yes, she understood what it was, and yes, she realized he would have ended up leaving sooner or later (a little too early in her eyes though). Her lips twitched to the side, before she peered down, knocking her foot gently against the soft and muddy ground. “You can thank whoever for that face too, or else you wouldn’t have to burden yourself with my ignorance, either,” her hand crept to rest on her neck, a distant look forming in her eyes. “Sorry that we can’t all be such masterful genius’s such as one’s self.” Rose even added one a complimentary wink, knowing he would think nothing of it, and that’d she’d best do the same. After tonight, he would leave, go back to his estate, and Rose would go back to hers. That was how these types of things worked out, depending on the viewer, it would be considered a win, win situation, or a lose, lose. She herself was on the middle boundary line. ----------------------------------------------- 948 hmmm, what to do what to do. we'll just have to wait and see, i suppose. this was also written while my sister played when i look at you by miley cyrus-_-

[[ THANATOS ]*]

[atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Oh so there were connotations to the name Decumbrey? How quaint. There were connotations to the name Conteo as well. Mostly because his sick brother had raised such a coven. At least count Thanatos had heard there were nearly thirty, most were remnants of his bloodline. So that was one more thing the immortal was destined to be apathetic towards. Why would he care about her family and what was thought of her? Nearly snorting, Than simply allowed a small, albeit wicked smile to disclose the humor he'd found in her statement, and then the one following it, to the affect of ignorance could only induce further mirth. "So is the state of the world, Rose Decumbrey." It was stated pleasantly enough, but perhaps held more information than she could glean from it - his disappointment with the universe and its weaklings and idiots, its addicts and whores. It was a disgusting cluster of retards and he hadn't the time to dig through that muck in order to find anyone worth their skin. She was thinking, her brows knit together in a tell tale sign she was contemplating something again. And she labeled him an introvert? Most of her thoughts played out in her head without ever having reached the surface. That was fine, hypocrites were a part of this world as well, and Rose had fallen subject to that rule. Fine, he thought breezily, accepting this new disappointment without a change in his countenance - it had been unsurprising after all. She and her friends, flouncing about like high priced models….He had seen beauties before, while Rose was not ugly she wore makeup. He had seen plenty of women who not only didn't need it but would have looked worse for the wear had they worn it. He couldn't recall, come to think of, if she'd been wearing any when he'd found her, though he somehow doubted it - women were so much more impressive without the muck wiped over their eyes. And their lips tasted so much better without the distinct flavor of whale fat plastered on them. Almost looking disgusted, his features came across as controlled, maddeningly so, as they always did. Vaguely disinterested and processing. A template really, for the show. And she was going to enjoy it wasn't she? Little Rose. The way she tipped her head towards him he half expected some sort of speech. Hence the joke, Thanatos. I think we'd both figure that I would be far from civilized at the moment right now if you had dared to. Dared to. What a cute phrase for her to use. "I dare many things, Ms. A war would seem a small feat, really, given your animosity and my apathy it might have been an entertaining brawl…however short." It was said so matter of factly they hardly seemed arrogant. In fact they seemed…absent minded the way he stated them. It was just sex, after all, she said and Thanatos smirked. Oh did she understand now? Such a great step for the woman, he nearly felt the need to applaud her understanding. Maybe she'd go celebrate later. Observing her fidgety actions, he listened with the same effortless attentive nature as he handled all things. You can thank whoever for that face too, or else you wouldn't have to burden yourself with my ignorance, either. At this he laughed dryly, shaking his head as those devilish eyes pinned hers. "An admission of how shallow your highness is, perhaps?" Ah see she'd been on her soap box, growling at him the entire time when realistically their encounter had been a product of her weakness for the way he looked. Shallow had many faces, but that one wore no disguise. No figurative words. That was shallow and unimpressive. Sorry that we can't all be such masterful geniuses such as one's self. He sneered, murmuring something under his breath so quickly that he doubted there would be comprehension on her part. (Aye that you could.) It wasn't a long statement, but just long enough for the sound to breach the decibels, the vampire noting her wink and as expected making no motion or further acknowledgment than the tick of his eyes over her features. "I'm sorry that you're all doomed to your ignorance, as well." For selfish reasons of course - it effectively doomed him to walk eternity with undead fools. Pitifully annoying really. ][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ count: Dunno don't care comments: /finally/. sorry for the wait.

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Despite what she thought was going on around her, Rose found herself quite bored. Not sure, having Thanatos around, was very entertaining, though the jokes were on her most of the time. Her blue hues flickered, as a particularly big drop landed on her forehead. With her home, came the most dreary of weather conditions. But her mom was here, and to part with the mother she never had would be to hard for her to bear. It would also be degrading to the Decumbry line, however small but powerful they were. Small, as in the fact that Rose was the last one, Ali being a distant relative, didn't quite count her in. Thanato's words touched her ears lightly. "I dare many things, Ms. A war would seem a small feat, really, given your animosity and my apathy it might have been an entertaining brawl…however short." She ignored his quip, focusing on much more positive of things. She though, wished she could figure him out. His being was so confusing, and it was driving her crazy. The way he spoke, the way he just overall handled himself. His demeanor was menacingly calm, and he never let on any emotion. He was quite literally a blank book. That was why, then perhaps she could not read him. A book without a title, chapters, and ink, was not really a book at all then. Her eyes moved slowly around their surroundings, not once turning her head. This was the thing, about awkward confrontations, it almost was. Rose, was going to be leaving though soon. Because of certain reasons, that revolved around situations like these. Pulling up her own facade, Rose let thoughts such as those run through her mind, not putting an answer to any of them. "An admission of how shallow your highness is, perhaps?" Sinking a canine into her tongue, she bit back a snarky remark, trying to stay as peaceful as she could come off as. All she did was let her lips spread about a quarter of an inch, more like a twitch rather than a smile. No, she would not give him the satisfaction of letting him know he was making her extremely irate. Though, Rose was sure Thanatos was already well aware. "I'm sorry that you're all doomed to your ignorance, as well." Rose bit into her tongue deeper, blood lapping through her gums. Thanatos, yes, the bastard he was, had gotten deep into her skin. And since she hadn't grown into a quarrelsome mood at the moment, she would leave. Leaving was something both of them were exceptionally good at. "Well, I suppose the nights growing older, and it seems time I head back home, anyways." She tipped her pixie nose to him, her eyebrows raised. ----------------------------------------------- SO, this sucks ass. But I felt realllly bad about not posting..sorry it's so short):

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