NO SHOW PT 2 (MARIE KELLY)

[*Nero]

CONTINUED FROM HERE

"How far until we get there?"

A simple question that can have many answers. With the young woman however, the temptation to lie is pushed far away, forbidden to tell her the wrong things, unless it is for her safety and the time is deemed right. With her soft hand enveloped by his, the cool night giving reason for his bodily warmth not present, he watches her with curiosity, trying to know why she brings him so much closer. Lust for the young woman, wanting to take her, but yet preserve her integrity and keep her safe. Not wanting to take her, the fight inside him grows as each moment passes. Walking along, the two exit through the steel gates at the park exit.

“Not that far, just a few blocks until we reach it,” is the response given to Marie. Such a young woman that has true beauty installed upon her, Nero turns his head towards her and catches a glimpse of her, his body trying to keep off of her. As they start walking down the long dark roads, the eerie shadows cast by the lamps make it just more right to attack her if needed, bringing forth the perfect scenario as not many a human travel at night. With a look up, the skies are clear and the moon is just reaching the halfway point to being full.

“Such a beautiful night, wouldn’t you say so?” asks Nero. “The starts are alight tonight, giving such a spectacular showing of some of the best constellations.” His fascination towards the stars shows greatly as he looks up, trying to read them. Over the years, many different people have tried to see tell tale warning signs, but tonight seems to be calm, nothing moving out of the ordinary. The quiet is so calming, knowing that since the moon isn’t anywhere near being full, the safe house is guaranteed due to no werewolf attacks. Such a creature hasn’t been seen by Nero in a long time, nor a battle fought, although he does remember these. The uneasiness brought forth by her isn’t because she is infected, as the vermin have a special scent, of which she is lacking.

Curiosity is a killer for anyone, especially when you are so old and yearning to keep learning every day as the new ways of society change and needing to adapt. “If I may ask you my dear girl, why is it that I found you alone in the park anyways cast aside seeming to wait for the arrival of someone or something?” is the inquisitive proclamation he brings forth through his lips.

[mariekelly]

She didn’t even pay attention to the lack of people on the streets. This wasn’t exactly the main part of London, so there weren’t any late night tourists or anyone else either. It was also slightly shady here, and she didn’t mind that either. She had never really lived on the ‘good’ side of London, so she knew how to defend herself. She also had a nice little bottle of mace in her messenger bag just under the vodka bottle. She reached up and ruffled her blue hair with her free hand. It was kind of shocking that she wasn’t protesting him touching her, especially for a prolonged period of time. She normally would have snatched her hand back long before now.

A strange feeling came over her, like she shouldn’t be around him. An annoying buzzing started humming in her head, like an alarm system, telling her that Nero was bad news. He reminded her so much of Kai that it was a wonder that she hadn’t run away screaming…But what was more, she was actually being nice and talking to him. She was still dazed from the mix of marijuana and liquor, still floating on cloud 9, and absolutely nothing could bring her back down. She wasn’t going to let some eerie feeling run her off, especially when there might be some extra cash involved.

Such a beautiful night, wouldn’t you say so? The starts are alight tonight, giving such a spectacular showing of some of the best constellations. She looked up at the sky as well, sighing slightly. The wind picked up and her vanilla scent caught her nose and she smiled. “It is beautiful. I love the night, there’s so much that you can see. I could spend all night looking at the stars.” She said before her foot got caught on something and she stumbled, catching herself before she fell. She laughed quietly, shrugging at Nero. “I’m a bit of a klutz.”

She looked over at Nero when he asked his question, chewing on her bottom lip slightly. “I was waiting on my friends to show up. They were supposed to meet me there, I bring the liquor, they bring the herb. Well, apparently the bitches forgot about me again. This makes the second time this week that they’ve up and left me, going to do something else instead without so much as a text message.” She said, pulling her phone out of her pocket, still no messages. She rolled her eyes, stuffing the cell phone back into her pocket in her jean skirt. “They’re useless pretty much…But it’s better than home.” And it was. Anything would have been better than home, even sitting in the park by herself freezing her ass off. “What kind of pictures are you wanting to take, anyway?”

[*Nero]

While walking along the empty streets past the houses which are showing no signs of life from inside, he looks over at her as her free hand ruffles against the shockingly blue hair and falls in place to give a better outlook on her. The beauty inside her seems to radiate throughout the whole form, his gaze never seeming to slip off her for a few seconds, even if it is very quick and indiscreet looks she isn’t able to notice. It is obvious however that something is going on with her as she can’t stop staring at him also at times, but the blush inside her cheeks just further enhances her precious ability to accentuate herself and reel him in.

The looks she gives him doesn’t assist herself as she does stumble upon the edge of a curb slightly. The embarrassment running through her is easily accepted as she seems to be infuriated at the clumsiness she has displayed. Looking at her, he slightly chuckles knowing that this problem shall be fixed soon for her with greater balance for herself.

As they slowly walk along and savor the moment, Nero is into a daydreamish state and remembering how it was back in the early days for a second after he was first turned, when suddenly interrupted. Trying to not show any confusion he looks over as she asks him a quick question that is inside her at the moment. “What kind of pictures are you wanting to take, anyway?”. Nero looks at her and relishes the though of having such vulgar pictures, but knows it won’t happen as slow coercion must happen and then attack afterwards. The slick witted woman slyly sneaks that in and catches him, but what is a plan without backups for surprises?

‘I ain’t going to ask for anything major truthfully. Along with my job to depict the pictures of the famous world sights, I do side jobs and have been hired by a subsidiary of Vogue in honesty. Although I don’t really contact them that much, fashion of any sort is a major part in the world and I wish to have a few shots of you.”, his honesty showing through as he does wish to have pictures of her, but not for anything that would be publicly seen.

Walking down the road, they reach a corner and the question is to where they shall travel, only Nero knowing for sure. Wanting some extra time before they reach the place, the stoplight is the perfect position to hang about slightly. Stopping, Nero rests his right arm on the pole and pulls her in slightly with his left hand, making his breath pace slightly quicker. “Close to being out of breath, I’ve done a lot of walking and working throughout the day, need to stop for a few if you don’t mind”, trying to stay bent over slightly. Although not sweaty due to the temperature of the night, he does his best to make sure seems slightly flustered. Looking up at her slightly, he then takes a moment to straighten himself as he looks towards her, tempted to use his control to lure her in and do dastardly deeds, but such a reprehensible act shall be saved on this innocent soul unless she refuses further on. Releasing her for a moment to free himself and do stuff, Nero looks down on his shirt and jeans, of which really are fitting to his form and showing off the toned muscular mass of his arms well, while sculpting his chest just right.

Impatience is a sin when you need it, and right now Nero is craving as the back of his throat aches for the sweet taste of blood, the smell so sweet from her as every light breeze wafting the scent in front of him is tempting. However, keeping himself looking good so she doesn’t just go away is important also. ‘So, since we have a little bit of time, do you wanna finish up that bottle we started on earlier, or do you want to save it for after the shoot?’, asks Nero wondering which path will be best to take with her.

[mariekelly]

I ain’t going to ask for anything major truthfully. Along with my job to depict the pictures of the famous world sights, I do side jobs and have been hired by a subsidiary of Vogue in honesty. Although I don’t really contact them that much, fashion of any sort is a major part in the world and I wish to have a few shots of you. She tilted her head to one side slightly, a small smile on her face. At least he wasn’t wanting anything more than that. She would have had an issue with that, drunk or not. Though she did have to admit, the herb that he had introduced her to was potent, to say the least. She felt like she was on cloud nine, her body so relaxed and calm. She was usually uneasy around men, which was why her guy friends that she hung out with knew not to mess with her…They would get fucked up if they did.

She had good reason to be so timid around men, given her home situation up until recently…Though in all honesty, her current home situation wasn’t any better than what it had been. Flashes of her uncle coming into her room late at night when she was a child flashed in her mind, and she quickly shook her head, removing the images. These thoughts always had a habit of sneaking up on her, and she wasn’t in the mood to deal with them right now. She felt good, and she didn’t want some fucked up memories to ruin her good mood or her high.

She pulled her hand back when he let her go and she spun around, the song Crushcrushcrush had been stuck in her head all day, and she couldn’t help but hum the lyrics. She didn’t mind the fact that the streets and homes were next to deserted, she actually enjoyed the quiet. The lack of a lot of street lights made the stars more visible. She turned back to Nero and reached into her pocket, pulling out her pack of Marlboro Menthols, taking one out before offering the pack to him. Her blue eyes scanned over his body for the umpteenth time that night. He was muscular, not whimpy looking like a lot of guys around here, and his shirt showed off those muscles nicely. His face was handsome as well, pulling her in.

“We can drink it now if you want. It will give you more energy anyway, at least it does me. When I drink liquor, it’s like a shock running through me, making me want to move. I can’t just sit around and not do something when I’m drinking, I get restless. It feels like if I don’t move my head is going to explode or something.” She said, reaching into her Gir messenger bag and pulling out the bottle of Vodka, lighting her cigarette in the process, breathing the smoke into her lungs, savoring the taste of the menthol before exhaling, letting the particles dissipate in the wind.

[*Nero]

As Nero looks on at the young woman who has him mesmerized, he notices her pulling out a pack of cigarettes, something humane he has become used to and likes, only if they are menthol and the smell of them as they approach are clear as day, putting a sly grin upon his face. What is it about the simple taste of the mint hidden inside the smoke? The calming effects it has upon the humans, they seem to pass upon him as it helps pass time and waste away. The benefit for him is the ability to avoid the dread of lung cancer, which if all goes right, this young girl before him shall be able to avoid it also.

“We can drink it now if you want. It will give you more energy anyway, at least it does me. When I drink liquor, it’s like a shock running through me, making me want to move. I can’t just sit around and not do something when I’m drinking, I get restless. It feels like if I don’t move my head is going to explode or something,” those are the words that were waiting to be heard, allowing the bottle to come forth. The vodka is a calming scene, the liquor slightly affecting Nero in the tiniest amounts, but nothing too serious that can’t be handled. However, at the same time it does benefit him because the intoxication makes it easier on this young girl.

“I don’t know if it shall give me energy, it is more of a relaxant for me to keep away from depression. The differences between us are so great, but they also help to make us unique, much like your style of dress, which really fits you quite well, may I add.” The young woman is enjoying her cigarette as Nero takes the bottle and opens it, taking a small swig for himself. The slight burning feeling of alcohol is a comforting feeling, the usually addictive and damaging liquid just washing away the troubles from inside. However, more trouble than though is slowly arising as Nero is trying to apply more focus towards sending minute thoughts to Marie, getting her to think some things slowly through which will assist later on. Instead of focusing on small things like remembering the name and other small info she thinks she heard, but is only thinking it thanks to him. However, the harder part now is getting her to want to look more at him, will it work?

If this does succeed, weather it is because of her slight intoxication, Nero does know some general interest is there because of the way she acted at the start, as he didn’t try to influence her in any way. Overall feeling is great knowing that even after over three thousand years, people still look up to him and adore him for looks. As Nero finishes his swig of alcohol, he takes the bottle and places it down on the concrete corner, allowing himself to continue or Marie to go if she so wishes. In place of that, he takes the lone cigarette he grasped from the pack earlier, while reaching into a shirt pocket for his lighter. Striking his thumb across the flint and then pushing down the lever to release the gas, Nero watches it ignite the liquid inside, dispersing a small flame.

Curiosity deals great trouble to Nero as he stares at this young woman, having been with her long enough to make a small outline of her personality and traits, trying to figure out what he is dealing with, Instead of wanting to pursue these with his powers, willingness to reply is better accepted, and is what shall be sought. “So, I can tell around your friends that you are pretty much a person who likes to be active. However, at the same time, you seem to shy away from me. Is there anything troubling you I might be able to answer for you before we hit the photos? I don’t want to have you uncomfy while posing.”

[mariekelly]

I don’t know if it shall give me energy, it is more of a relaxant for me to keep away from depression. The differences between us are so great, but they also help to make us unique, much like your style of dress, which really fits you quite well, may I add. Marie shrugged slightly, taking another long drag from her cigarette. “A lot of people are like that. I don’t let my emotions fuck with me all that much, so it is one of my ways to release. Pot is what I use to get me out of my depressed moods, or just to calm me down in general. And thank you. I tend to be more into the alternative style than anything else…I don’t like mainstream. If it’s normal, it’s boring.” She was used to guys giving her compliments, and she usually either did one of two things: she would brush it off and ignore them, or she would go off on them…But for some reason, she did neither. She actually liked him complimenting her choice of style, and she couldn’t help a small half smile.

She watched as he took a drink of the vodka and then set it down on the concrete floor. She had music stuck in her head, and from the combined mixture of the marijuana and liquor she was calm enough to let herself go and just do the first thing that popped into her head to do. She could be free, and not hold back because of inhibitions. She could just let go. She began swaying slightly, humming to the music in her head ‘Lithium’ by Evanescence. She absolutely loved that song, and she had it stuck in her head for the last few days. She placed her small hand on a light pole and spun around it slowly, the song humming in her throat. Her friends had always told her that she had a pretty voice, but she wasn’t one to sing around people. Not unless the radio or something was on.

She was mostly doing something to keep herself from openly staring at Nero. He was good looking, and she couldn’t seem to stop stealing small glances at him. But she didn’t want to be caught, so she was trying to distract herself. It was strange, her thinking about a guy like that…Normally, she wouldn’t be even thinking about a guy being even remotely good looking…She shrugged it off and put it down on the mix of weed and liquor.

So, I can tell around your friends that you are pretty much a person who likes to be active. However, at the same time, you seem to shy away from me. Is there anything troubling you I might be able to answer for you before we hit the photos? I don’t want to have you uncomfy while posing. That statement stopped her mid-turn around the pole. She kept her eyes away from him, tilting her head up to look at the sky above them, her blue hair falling down her back, a few strands moving gently in the wind and she sighed, letting go of the light pole and moving over to where he laid the liquor bottle, picking it up and taking several drinks quickly before removing the bottle from her lips. She held the bottle neck roughly, her hands clenching into fists as images of her uncle flashed in her head. Him coming into her room late at night, touching her, grabbing her hand in a vice like grip and forcing her to touch him…Among other things. For years that went on, until finally he raped her, and kept doing it up until last year when she finally fought back. Her parents never believed her, always told her that she was a liar, asked how she could make such things up about her uncle, he loved her so…Yeah, he loved her…With every inch of his manhood.

She finally turned her blue eyes on him and shrugged slightly, taking another drag from her cigarette, now half gone. “I’ve had issues with men before. I’m not entire comfortable around them…But it won’t affect anything with the shoot. Promise. I’m actually a lot calmer than what I normally am…Normally, I would have done told you to fuck off at least 8 times since you showed up in the park.” She shrugged again. “That’s just me. I don’t like men, and I push them away and deliberately piss them off so they don’t mess with me.”

[IsabellaRoseAyres]

The confusion of such a complex woman is always a factor that can’t be solved. This young Marie is one that Nero has interest in, as she is shy, but yet has something to her strong enough to lure in. Is it a game that she is playing or is there some trouble she truly has had? Something he said caught her off guard as she stops twirling around the light pole and looks towards him. Moving closer she grasps against the bottle and picks it up, taking a few chugs. Not taking his eyes off her, scanning for tension and the readiness to strike, possibly hitting a nerve, caution is the way to go. With cigarette in hand the situation is defused in her head, whatever it may be, as she takes a drag from the already half done cigarette, her gaze almost fixated upon him a lot. The process is apparently working as the powers weren’t that strong he used, trying to save himself up in case he needed to will her for some fun as his willingness for it was great and could be used to take her as a one night only, or possibly forever if she is a specimen that could be turned.

Opening up about the past is something everyone shall find hard to do, but how hard is it upon this young Marie, the person who has somehow captured the attention of Nero. Many women in his past have caught him before, but nothing like this. Even a well trained vampire who is a seductress doesn’t have this sort of an effect on him, the rebellious young girl dragging him closer against his will somehow. Is there something he doesn’t know? Can’t be possible as through smell she is perfectly human and doesn’t have any trace of vampire or wolf on her that is present or from recent times. “I’ve had issues with men before. I’m not entire comfortable around them…But it won’t affect anything with the shoot. Promise. I’m actually a lot calmer than what I normally am…Normally, I would have done told you to fuck off at least 8 times since you showed up in the park.” She shrugged again. “That’s just me. I don’t like men, and I push them away and deliberately piss them off so they don’t mess with me.”

This is comforting, she is somewhat comfortable around him without really trying to use his powers. Chances to make it easier later are increased, his mind whirling about to try and figure out how he can get his cameras and such set up to get this well documented. Such a young thing that will go missing, setting this up as something the police force can take and run with, nothing major, to set up a Jane Doe profile. Weither she is dead or transformed, it is solidified she shall not walk away with a heart beat inside her and age anymore. Possibly take her to captivity and punish a bit before everything is said and done, but Nero has his mind set.

Starting at her his attire of shirt and jeans doesn’t give much off about how he feels standing still while waiting for her. The clue she has had problems with men leaves many an idea open, but what it is truly will remain unclear unless she confesses before the turn is ready to happen if it does.

“Well, it is good knowing that I am not as discomforting to you as could be. I was hoping to not scare you off, as it is a prime example of the more unique fashion designs people choose, nothing to classed into one category, but yet has different forms of styles mixed in everywhere.” His smoothness with words is slowly starting to come as she opens up. Trying to remain historic doesn’t always happen as pleasing a woman with words is something every man needs to do, this way he isn’t a lonely old croon who never got anything aside from paying some two bit hooker to do the duty and get with him, his money wasted on cheap pleasure and possible diseases. “Now as far as pushing them away, I promise I shall not intrude as that is something you can keep to yourself. By the way, after the shoot is done, I already have a small amount of cash I can offer you, unless you wish to take more pot instead as the payment, your choice.”

His offer is sure to intrigue her, the ability to either have some more of his weed, possibly by herself, or a payment of cash to buy her own stuff. Unbeknownst to her, if she chooses the cash she is just forfeiting her whole payment for it, but what isn’t known isn’t hurt. Having the tense moment pass by, going into the slower times is what they need, settle in and make sure everything is alright. Her prancing about is dangerous usually for someone intoxicated, but empty streets usually bring forth calm reactions. However, she has wandered just slightly away and his ears fine tune to hear tires rolling across the ground, possibly coming near. Now the question is, is the car coming for them or is it turning before it goes close to them?

[mariekelly]

Marie was actually relaxing…This was something new. She smiled slightly, shrugging. “That weed that you gave me is pretty potent…I’m never this calm, even with my friends. It’s actually kind of strange.” She said, taking another drink of the vodka before setting it back down beside him, continuing to twirl around the street light. Most people when they were as intoxicated as she was were clumsy and tripping over themselves…Not her. She actually thought that she was more graceful when she got plastered.

Now as far as pushing them away, I promise I shall not intrude as that is something you can keep to yourself. By the way, after the shoot is done, I already have a small amount of cash I can offer you, unless you wish to take more pot instead as the payment, your choice. She thought about that as she twirled, the beads hanging from her neck sliding this way and that. She could either have money and buy her own pot, liquor…whatever. Or spend the money on her cell phone bill which was coming up soon, but why bother when she knew that she already had the money for that? Or she could just get pot from him in payment, which was pretty tempting…After all, his weed was the most potent that she had ever tried in her life…If she got money instead, she wouldn’t be able to find any weed that was as strong as his was, so why bother?

After a few minutes she made her up mind, deciding that she would get pot from him, and since he was giving her some, she would smoke with him, if he wasn’t ready to crash or something like that. After all, it was getting really late. She wondered how her parents could be so dense to not realize that she was gone. Some parents. They weren’t getting parent of the year awards anytime soon. They may have the picture perfect life, but in all reality, when it got down to the nitty gritty facts of how things were, her family was way more fucked up than most. At least the families that everyone knows is fucked up don’t hide it, they let the whole world know that they are fucked up…Not her family, they held the picture perfect Clever family life as far as anyone else was concerned, but behind closed doors, they were corrupt.

“Pot, and then if you want, we can smoke some more from what you give me.” She said, smiling slightly as she twirled quickly. It took her a minute to realize that she was in the street and a car had just come speeding across the curb, heading straight toward her. It was like her mind froze and she couldn’t move. She could hear herself yelling in her head to move, to get the fuck out of the way or she was going to become a damn pancake…But she couldn’t. Her body had detached itself from her brain and all she could do was stand there and watch the vehicle come towards her.

[*Nero]

A simple question posed left her pondering on if she wished for a chance to elevate her high status even more, or if it were to be left for her to get money and go. Little uneducated woman, giving a simplistic answer of doom. “Pot, and then if you want, we can smoke some more from what you give me.”, offers Marie. As she walks forth, unknowing of what is to come, she walks into the road ahead of her to start crossing as a noise catches her attention and she turns towards it.

Scared. Frightened. Terror. Simple words, but they have such meaning when put together to describe someone’s feelings. Marie Kelly, the epitome of those feelings right now, trapped behind such feelings knowing she is stuck in her tracks. A deer in front of the headlights, no other way to explain it. The difference, this one is not a deer at all. Instead it is a human and the people don’t seem to notice her. Maybe they are high, or they are very drunk. Doesn’t matter as she is frozen on the pavement. Each second seeming like minutes, Nero has a chance to catch his grip and risk his identity being revealed to save her, or watch her be taken down by the vehicle.

Dashing off, the valiant hero of a figure speeds his pace slightly, appearing for adrenaline hyped running, using small bursts of vampire speed within also to enhance. Reaching out, Nero dives and grapples Marie, wrapping her arms against her sides and folding against her back. Pulling her along, he rolls until both of them are safely along the sidewalk as the car passes by. Terror frightens her and realizing what could have happened. The quickened pace, fright bringing her scent even stronger, the resistance of the ages is the only thing to stop from taking her right now instead of willing it further.

So close, so easy to be romantic. So easy to be scary also, but the fright she has needs calming down otherwise the rest won’t work. Looking towards her, it is said the eyes are the window to the soul. Lying is hard to do, especially with the eyes as they tell the truth so much. However, Nero has learned to cover himself over the many years so it is unknown usually if it is true. However, at this instance his guard is completely dropped. “Are you alright Marie?” asks the man that is for once truly worried. Such emotion hasn’t filled him in ages, but tonight it covers him like a thick blanket. Looking down he awaits an answer. Truly worried how it shall affect her he backs off slightly, still staying close for comfort, but not too close. “Are you able to get up or do you need help?” he questions, “because I can gladly help you along until we get there.” His concern, pure for himself, shocks him as he realizes the truth for himself. It isn’t just food he wants, but the turn for her is to make sure he has someone. The last woman he had, she disappeared and is unknown what has become of her. However, these thoughts disappear as he looks down at the one whom matters, Marie Kelly, awaiting her response.