[ swing away if ya feelin' brave ] Marius

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=b05658] Music. It was in the air as thick as the murmur of the city folk that lined the waterways this evening. What kind of music? Why French, of course! Sure, that seems a broad term but it seemed that each musician or group of musicians was competing to drown the other out and to gain the most money. A pitiful way to make a living most would assume. As far as Yvette Audley was concerned there were worse things, granted those things might pay better, but an honest profession seemed to be a novelty in this day and age and so for their ethics she gave them regard. Not respect, mind you, but regard. Typically she would be spending her time tracking down some adequate meal, but she was ahead of schedule this evening - having already had her pound of flesh so to speak. She was peaceful in appearance, save for the mischievous glitter in those stormy grey eyes. She was not her sister, she'd begun to realize. They had similarities, but seemed to be opposite facets of the same stone. One and separate all at once. More than that Giselle, for all of her temper tantrums and ignorance, had found a sort of peace in this world. To each his own, Yvette mused, not having bothered to contemplate the notion of "peace". To be perfectly honest peace sounded boring, it sounded comfortable and dull, very much like most churches. Strolling along the venue of the Seine River, the fledgling took in the sights as they presented themselves, clearly not particularly enthralled by any one dimension of the city, but neither was she disgusted with it. This was home. Or at least the idea of home. What true home was the immortal doubted she could ever grasp. Thanks to Chanel she would always have a warped sense of "normality", "home" and "love". That was fine though, her mother, she reasoned, had done her best, however mediocre it had turned out to be. To ask more was simply unfair. At least, that is how she consoled herself. Her attire this evening was pedestrian as far as Yvette went - a creme lace dress, with a black overcoat and a pair of glossy black pumps. Her hair fell in ringlets down her spine and moved with her every stride. The wind toyed with it, a methodical, almost playful dance between the tendrils and the zephyrs. It was fairly warm out this evening, but not so warm that her outer wear seemed an oddity. In fact there were several men and women who wore similar attire. She had grown quite keen as far as accepted clothing went. The last thing she wore was a classic Yvette signature - the baby pink lipstick, which on anyone else would seem pastel and difficult to see but with her complexion? It made her lips stick out like candy. Yvette was a child, a woman, prey and a predator. She was so many things wound into a single persona it could be said she was a rubix cube of personalities. Then again, the fact that she was a woman probably gave that away, At least, that's what an ignoramus might submit. Others, who could read people could very easily tell that there are women who are as dense as paper leaflets. Get into origami, children, then you'll all understand. For now, watch the pretty lady in the dress. And see what you can tell about the way she walks, about her smile...pay attention and you may learn something. Don't? You'll turn as pallid and as cold as she is. One difference though, kids and this is important - you'll be dead. -------------------------------------------------- count: 616 outfit: PRETTYYY! and Place! comments: Love the song I got the topic from..

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] To any innocent onlookers, the couple leaning against the wall would appear to be necking. But to any of those who knew of vampires and what they lived on would be able to see the truth. The young woman, who's face was alight with ecstasy, was being eaten in a literal way. The golden haired lion who called himself Marius had hunted her for many nights now, taking his time to bring her to him, taking him time to go in for the kill. Finally, tonight he had decided he was hungry enough to end the chase. He had caught up to her here and after walking a few minutes had pushed her against the wall and sunken his sharpened canines into her neck. She had fought him until the pleasure pain had muddled her brain, which hadn't taken long at all. Now she simply writhed beneath him and begged him for more. In other words, the fun was gone. His eyes were roaming the other walkers in his boredom and this allowed him to spot the elusive Miss Audley herself. A woman that he had long ago wished to hunt. Though as he stepped away from his prey and took a predatory step in her direction he stopped short. Apparently Miss Audley was much changed from the last time he had met her. He'd missed his chance to hunt her, for now she was a hunter herself. Marius allowed his eyes to skim over her. She was still the same outwardly, gorgeous and well put together. She seemed to be everything he liked his women to be. She had class and elegance. Yvette, that was her name, he had almost forgotten, it had been so long since their last meeting. But he remembered her now. His long legs, clad in simple jeans that hugged his intriguing curvature, ate up the ground as he rushed to catch up to her, leaving behind the forgotten food. "Well hello there Miss Audley. It's been quite some time since I've seen you, long enough in fact for you to become a vampire it seems." Marius wasn't sure if she would remember him, or if she had even liked him when she had met him. But he felt it would have been rude of him to just let her pass by unnoticed. A woman like her was not ignored, ever. ---------------------------------------- Count it: Short....402? Dedicate it: Yv Dress it: click Comment it: Gotta get the hang of him, be honest if you don't like it.

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=b05658] It's funny, when you're the focus of all negative attention that could possibly be produced by the general area you have the capacity to be innocently nonchalant - absolutely blind to danger or looming peril in the near future. When you actually can do something about whatever beast is lurking? Hell! You notice. In fact, there's a possibility you'll turn around, grab the creeper by the throat and tell him to F*** off. Ms. Audley's lips had been tugged back into a mildly amused expression as she strolled leisurely along the pavement, her countenance appearing peacefully unaware of any and all things that could provoke her beyond the sound of the music intertwined with the water lapping at the cold sides of the canal. Unfortunately that was anything but true. The immortal was vaguely aware of the sound of footfalls taking after her after she'd passed a particularly vocal couple.Tagalong. Her lips twitched as she recalled the metallic scent of the woman's blood, that familiar burning in her throat a signal of envy for the vampire's meal. However, she reasoned she'd fed this evening and for now it would be prudent to try to engage control. It did occur to her that whomever was following her could mean her ill-will, but that realization wasn't strong enough on the young immortal's mind to make her turn and face this stranger. She was waiting, baiting him if you will by ignoring his obvious advance. Games, children, Yvette was just a child in an exquisitely formed woman's body. At least, most days that was the case. Naturally she was capable of mature, intellectual thought but those were simply too dry for her taste. Besides, the games she played taught her things - patience, reflex and molded that greatest of all necessities - a sense of humor. She'd even slowed her gait, allowing him to catch up with her. Ah finally, there he was. While she did catch what he said it was his accent that came to her attention first - it was foreign. Deliciously English. Audley's lips twitched with a smile of pleasure, appreciating the sound a moment longer before she responded, not having bothered to talk but meandering, as it were, along the near edge of the water. Well hello there Miss Audley. It's been quite some time since I've seen you, long enough in fact for you to become a vampire it seems. Oh he knew her did he? Her full lips were pulled back into a devious smile as as she slanted her gaze in his general direction, amused by the idea and even more entertained by the fact that she just happened to recall him. "Much as it would please me, Mr. Hastings, the world doesn't stop turning while you're away." Of course she was being somewhat sarcastic, coy…playful as she usually was. Her steel eyes glittered with silent laughter as she glanced up at him, long lashes curled up against her brow bone for a moment before fluttering down in time with her stare. "One would think you'd be more pleased I joined the dream team." Again with the playful antics. I guess if you're waiting for the sobering of the immortal you'll be waiting a while. "You've obviously been taking care of yourself." It was an observation directly addressing how he'd been entertaining himself before she arrived, her lips pursing with a smirk. Silly boys. While being chased was all good and well, being suffocated was an annoyance, and with a passive glance towards the waters she hoped that would not be the circumstance. A fair amount of apathy was always good to temper any soul, particularly those that she came into contact with. Slipping her hands into the pockets of her ebony jacket, she allowed her shoulders to shrug back as she stared ahead of her, clearly allowing him to ponder his replies, format new questions…have his way with the conversation, so to speak. -------------------------------------------------- count: 658 outfit: PRETTYYY! and Place! comments: Eeeeee

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Well, color him surprised. Not only did she recognize him but she remembered his name. If that didn't make him feel special nothing ever would. Marius smiled in response, flashing his pearly whites and running a hand through his slightly mussed russet hair, though this served only to muss it even more thoroughly. Her words and actions were even more surprising, coy and flirtatious. Two could play at this game, though by the very nature of his sex he was at a disadvantage in it. His own gray-green eyes met hers and he smiled in response to the laughter they held. So she was enjoying playing with him, he would have to make sure that enjoyment continued. "Yvette, love, you wound me to the very deepest depths of my undead heart. My world has been spinning at half pace since it was deprived of your glittering presence." His accent was thickened intentionally, reckoning him back to the yester-years when he was still of the highest royal line. No cockney accent here, just pure unadulterated royal. "I am ecstatic that you have joined my 'team' as it were. Now I can look upon you as an equal, friend not food. It warms my soul to think it." He lifted her hands to his lips and laid the barest kiss on her knuckles. "Bloody brilliant having a woman of your caliber on the V team." Her hand was dropped gently and he glanced back at the woman, still leaning dazedly against the wall. "She made for good hunting, I never could resist that. However, as soon as I saw you I was forced to concede the fact that the greatest prey had yet to be captured." Marius stopped himself and looked at her with a smile. "Or so I assumed. Have you been captured love?" Someone had turned her at the very least, but the story behind that was a mystery to him, and would probably remain so. He wasn't interested in the details, he preferred the game just as she did. Speaking of games, being English meant that Marius always enjoyed a good game of water polo, shame they didn't have a ball. Oh well. Marius eyed Yvette with a mischievous grin and then edged her slowly over towards the water. She seemed at tiny bit distracted, staring at the water they walked beside. What a shame it would be for her not to be able to experience is more fully. "Do you like rivers Miss Audley?" Marius asked, seconds before he placed the palm of his hand squarely between her shoulder blades and pushed hard in the direction of the water. ------------------------------ Count: 440 ish Dedicate: Yv Dress: click Comment: Not really a surprise to you but lol....

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=b05658] The warm smile she received could only induce her smirk to widen. Aw…did I make you happy? The way he touched his hair almost illustrated nervousness which of course could not be true. Marius Hastings wasn't exactly the type to be nervous for any reason beyond a flamethrower or the sun itself. The fact that he was examining her persona was entertaining enough, though she deemed it cheating in a sense - like reading the last page of the book before the rest of it. You weren't supposed to know the ending before you knew the beginning. Then again he was probably reading a bit more into her demeanor than he should. After all, did he know how she normally conducted herself? Not at all. Ah well. he would learn if he stuck around long enough, and if not then he and his assumptions were not her problem now were they? Yvette, love, you wound me to the very deepest depths of my undead heart. My world has been spinning at half pace since it was deprived of your glittering presence. At this she nearly snorted with laughter, though a sound that disclosed disbelief did manage to make its way from her lips, her eyes large and round in an effort to appear innocent. His rich accent was pleasing to her ears, far more intoxicating than any bland American concoction. I am ecstatic that you have joined my 'team' as it wer. Now I can look upon you as an equal, friend not food. It warms my soul to think it. Well now it was apparent he could bullshit for days just as she could. And what a load. She smirked quietly as he pressed a kiss to her small, delicate hands. Bloody brilliant having a woman of your caliber on the V team. Her brows ascended and she smirked at this, shaking her head in a dismissive fashion. "Of my caliber, Mr. Hastings? You flatter me." It was said in mock chiding to the man as she regained her hands, a chuckle spouting lazily from her lips. The indication that he was now focusing solely on his victim induced a small sneer - she rarely gave the corpses regard, even after a fine meal. She made for good hunting, I never could resist that. However, as soon as I saw you I was forced to concede that the fact that the greatest prey had yet to be captured. Okay at this point she did snort with laughter, impish features turning up to him as if in inquiry (Really?!) . It made him a difficult subject to distinguish - obviously completely full of shit but no one was a fake all the time now were they? Unless she'd just met the very best actor in the universe. In which case she would learn and then toss his drama. Or so I assumed. Have you been captured love? Her brows rose and her enamels dug into her lower lip, her smirk wide and untouchably playful. "Why, yes, yes I have. By a tall handsome man named Bond. James Bond." Some older vampires really didn't keep with culture so such references often went over their heads, at which point she would have made herself safe otherwise he would be entertained by the quip. In all honesty she hadn't given him squat information-wise. All he knew of her, still, was that her name was Yvette and she was a vampire. Cute, really. The indication that he was thinking of the water induced a small smirk, blinking as she noticed herself being herded towards the channel. Without so much as a sigh she allowed it, turning slightly to stare at him. Do you like rivers Miss Audley? She simply shrugged, or tried to before the force of his palm hitting her spine forced her to plunge towards the surface. It was reflex, her next action. Her palm flew out in time to clutch his wrist, nails digging into it and drag him in with her she did. Not really hoping to be saved by his weight but more depending on hers to make him fall as well. After all this game wasn't fun unless it was two sided now was it? It's like playing twister by yourself - not a truly entertaining night now is it? The water was cold, she observed upon hitting it, immediately wishing he'd at least allowed her to shrug off her coat first. Still it would be enough to hide the sheerness of her dress once it was wet, that was for sure. Perhaps she'd been unconsciously planning for such a disaster. Chuckling ruefully to herself, she sent a cascade of water in the general direction of where she assumed he'd fallen. "Imbécile! All you need to was ask if I wanted to go swimming!" It was said with a laugh as she swam quite lazily to the opposite side of the channel, somehow managing to make dragging herself out look ladylike. Gingerly wrapping her coat about her she smirked and kicked water in his direction. At least he wasn't a complete bore now was he? Word games were fine. But flirting all night? It would get old, no ifs ands or buts. Reality was a fun world to play in. So Mr. Hastings, would you care to join us out here? -------------------------------------------------- count: 893 outfit: PRETTYYY! and Place! comments: Got a little muse

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Yvette's flippant comments amused Marius to no end. Saying that she'd been captured by James Bond, he was up on his references and that one made him smile. To think that a man so desperately trying to be suave could capture a woman like her, it was really laughable. Don't let the way he viewed Miss Audley confuse you, Marius was in no way out to capture the woman himself. Flirting was all well and good but when he went after a woman she knew it, there was no silly little games, when he wanted a woman he hunted her openly. The game between them continued until his motion to push her into the river. Perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised that her reflexes were as quick as they were, but he still found himself with a shocked look on his face when he ended up in the water. Marius stood up and shook his head like a wet puppy. His hair plastered against his forehead and he lifted his hand to try and ring some of the water out. But then he decided that he liked this river. He felt the water that she sent in his direction slosh down his chest and then leaned back and floated on the surface of the water. Dead man's float is much easier when you're actually a dead man. Her words made him grin like the devil and he shrugged. "I will most definitely remember that for next time madam." He hadn't been sure what her reaction to his actions would be, but he was pleasantly surprised by it. Marius backstroked leisurely around the river, watching as she pulled herself out. He caught a glimpse of the sheer dress under her coat, clinging to her exquisite body and smiled in recognition of it. She was a beauty there was no doubt about that. "Hmm, I'm not sure what I want to do. Keep swimming or get out. Such a tough decision on such a beautiful night as this." Marius made a show about trying to decide but ultimately he made his way over to her side and pulled himself up out of the water, muscles flexing. His shirt and jacket clung to his chest and he pulled them away from his skin a few times before he gave up on it. "Perhaps not my best spur of the moment decision." Marius climbed to his feet and reached down with his hand to assist Yvette to her feet. "Many apologies Miss Yvette, I seem to have gotten your clothing wet. I will buy you a new outfit to make up for it." He pointed towards her feet. "And a new pair of those delightful pumps. Those do wonders for your legs." A smell reached Marius's nose that he hadn't noticed before this time, intent as he had been on the hunt and then on the woman in front of him. "Oh my...hot dogs!" Marius dashed off in the direction of the hot dog stand, leaving Yvette behind. "Would you like one?" He called behind him, just so she didn't think he'd forgotten about her. ----------------------------- Count: 566 Dedicate: Yv Dress: click Comment: Mmm, hot dogs.

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=b05658] This was such an excellent way to entertain one's self. Stumble on some strange Brit and get soaking wet. At least, paddle about for a swim of sorts - that sort of wet you pervy roach. The expression of bewilderment was not lost on the immortal as she surfaced from beneath the water, eyeing him as he floundered about like a perfect fish. Nearly snorting in amusement, she felt very much like a cat when made to take a bath - disgusted, yes but not enough to make a fool of herself being upset. Having drug herself from the hold of said water, she breathed a sigh of relief - glad that she had already held a chill to her skin rather than feel the cruel onslaught of the wind against her dripping skin. Observing while he floated around, reminding her of some piece of drift wood, she smirked and moved her locks from her face. I will most definitely remember that for the next time madam. She smirked, nodding in agreement that it was a wise course of action for him to regard her wishes in the future. Though, she had a mind to keep her distance from the water in his company should the scenario every threaten to replay itself. The generally playful steel of her gaze planted itself on the vampire's countenance, watching the focus of his stare move about but without much care either way - she had done her best to be modest, his immodest perusal was not her issue. That pleased expression on his face was rather entertaining to say the very least but she did not directly comment. Why bother? The laughter on her face at him probably said enough now didn't it? She shouldn't have to spell it all out - he was being ridiculous. I'm not sure what I want to do. Keep swimming or get out. At this she frowned, as if it were a silly thing to dwell on. Really if getting out was a mistake she'd be happy to push him back in. "I can always put you back in there if you find leaving is a mistake…" It was said in a humble tone, sarcasm dripping in the words as she feigned a charitable nature. Sighing as if the offer had truly taxed her, she watched good naturally as he conceded and moved to her side, pulling himself out of the water. He was really quite impressive to watch, most beautiful men were. Nearly laughing as he popped his shirt away from his torso in an effort to appear less like one of those models that shave themselves, she averted her stare - peering over the water. Perhaps not my best spur of the moment decision. Her brows quirked and she eyed his hand before delicately taking it and rising. "Was it your most spontaneous?" She required with casual interest, listening vaguely as he apologized and promised to replace what he had indirectly ruined. Smirking, she didn't argue - it was his fault that the lovely ensemble was effectively ruined. "I've never heard a grown man say 'pumps'. Most heels do help the appearance of legs. Though it sounds like you think otherwise they'd be unappealing." She was looking amused again, that impish Yvette. At his sudden outburst, she watched while he raced down the way, folding her arms in a sort of passive rebellion. His offer only made her shake her head, fully aware he could not see her refusal. Breathing a mild "No, thank you", she tried not to imagine the ashy taste and bad texture of the fleshy condoms. Wrinkling her nose she meandered after him, ready to be entertained by the scene depicted while he ate said garbage. ----------- count it: 628 outfit: PRETTYYY! and Place! comments: Ehe. Sorry. Rayrays in a very pissy mood lol..

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Marius smiled at her question and thought about it. Had this been his most spontaneous decision? The answer was most definitively no. But the question brought up some incredible memories. He'd lived a long life as far as humans went, and that combined with no fear of death had led to some very interesting spontaneous decisions. There was one summer he'd decided to 'commit suicide' off the cliff side of a busy monument. He'd plummeted nearly 700 feet before hitting the icy cold water beneath. It had definitely been worth the week of rest and gallons of blood he'd had to indulge in to see the looks on those people's faces as he took a running leap over the edge. Then there was the time when he had stood in the center of Times Square, systematically requesting a date with every well-dressed female there. He'd met some interesting women that way, one of which had responded to his invitation with one of her own, and was in fact the way that he had met the delightful woman in front of him. It had been a dinner party, quite VIP in it's attendance, almost all the guests had been rich, quite a few had been vampires though none of the guests seemed to realize this. Marius had been struck by the hostess, introduced to him as Yvette Audley, who had had a poise and elegance to her that begged to be immortalized. He'd thought many times about going to offer her eternity, but Marius had gone his whole life without turning anyone and had plans to continue in the same fashion. There was just something unsavory about dooming someone to this existence when they could never really know what it truly entailed. Don't misunderstand, Marius loved being a vampire, it was the only way to live. But some people had trouble with it and you could just never tell which humans were going to take to eternity and which were going to self-combust. Quite often they surprised you, the ones who seemed the most likely to thrive, wilted like flowers in winter, while the fragile weaklings turned into sadistic monsters. Humans were fickle things, predicting them was like trying to predict a wildfire. He smiled and shrugged at her comment on his usage of the word 'pumps'. "Well, I may not be quite as caught up on the colloquialisms of this time as I once thought. I like the word though...pumps, it's quite invigorating, really 'pumps' you up. And do not misunderstand me Miss Audley, I'm sure your legs would look just as good barefoot. You're not like those other girls, all fur coat and no knickers." He shook his head and momentarily forgot that she might not be familiar with that British colloquialism. "Ahem, I mean to say that you have substance, you're not just a pretty outer shell. From what I can tell anyhow, I suppose I shouldn't presume to know you so well after such a short time." Marius disregarded her disapproval of his choice of snack, but he was quite enamored of the sausage like treat. He grinned toothily at the cart vendor and held up his hand with a single digit raised. The vendor quickly put together one hot dog with everything on it and handed it over to Marius, accepting the payment Marius handed over. "Thank you kind sir." Marius turned around, making room for more costumers and took a large bite of the hot dog. "Mmm, that is superb. Are you certain you wouldn't like one Miss Audley? Or you could always have a tiny bite of mine." He held the hot dog out to her and smiled invitingly. "It isn't nearly as disgusting as one might think to look at it." Marius looked around at the scenery, this really was a beautiful spot, he would have to remember it in the future. "Do you ever do spontaneous things Miss Yvette?" He asked, plopping himself down on a bench nearby. ----------------------------- Count: 685 Dedicate: Vet Dress: click! Comment: I found that "all fur and no knickers" comment and thought it was hilarious..just had to put it in. Sorry if it sucks, I'm still trying to get the hang of him.

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=b05658] He was quietly thinking, she could very well see the gears turning in the immortal's mind as he smiled to himself. It was as if he was going over a thousand different moments in time, each one as unforgettable as the next. As a fledgling she hadn't many odd things going on in her immortal life. Well other than the tirade she went on in the odd city or two. Those never ended in anything too bad, not really anyway. She had never gone to jail, never been shot…she'd been grazed but that really doesn't count - there was no need for her to dig the bullet out of her own flesh. Blinking slowly, she recalled the burning sensation with a small smirk. That hadn't ended too well. She wasn't absolutely certain whether she was on the side of right or not but the other side should have called the authorities for help. And then there were her human exploits. This creature she stood in front of her thanks to one of those. There had been so many parties she held, at her mother's expense while she was out consorting with God knows what. She couldn't recall which one it had been, or how long ago, but she was fairly good at recalling faces. Particularly the ones she had avoided for obvious reasons. He'd seemed predatory even then. Now? Much less so. This was probably because she was on his level. If he decided she was the next target she'd at least have a fighting chance. Though that seemed doubtful at this point she had no preconceptions - it was all being mapped out as they went. No matter how amiable he seemed, he wouldn't be given the chance to be a monster when her back was turned. The taunting relief that she provided was received well, as it generally was, or most acted all was well anyway. How could they not? She was too beautiful a beast not to humor. At least that's what she reasoned the logic was behind the madness. Then again perhaps there wasn't any at all. Well, I may not be quite as caught up on the colloquialisms of this time as I once thought. I like the word though…pumps, its quite invigorating, really 'pumps' you up. And do not misunderstand me Miss Audley, I'm sure your legs would look just as good barefoot. You're not like those other girls, all fur coat and no knickers. She tipped her skull, suddenly confused as to what exactly that could mean. Knickers? Wasn't that a candy bar? She was frowning in spite of herself. Ahem, I mean to say that you have substance, you're not just a pretty outer shell. From what I can tell anyhow, I suppose I shouldn't presume to know you so well after such a short time. Well he was right. He shouldn't presume. She squinted, playful as usual but prepared to chide him quite seriously. "So I suppose you think I'm a very shallow, simple minded person then?" With a feigned snort of annoyance, she shifted her weight, obviously deciding if it was worth the trouble of getting up. Finally, as it seemed he'd wandered off to woo the vendor into giving him a flesh filled condom, she secured her coat around her with a hint of her modesty that was generally well concealed by the fashionable clothing she wore. Granted, she was no angel, but there was no need for this progressive sluttiness that seemed to ooze from every pore of the race these days. Even if she couldn't catch a disease she damn well didn't want a diseased anything touching her. After following him, she observed the excited way he seemed to wait in line with some recollection of a Christmas or Birthday, as if he was waiting to be given a gift. Arching a brow at his childlike enthusiasm, she listened with only half a mind as he offered it to her once again. The look on her face was a firm 'No.' She was biting her tongue at present, for the sake of the onlookers more than for Marius himself. Though she would voice her reasoning later. "No, thank you. I've already had my dinner. And dessert." It was said amusedly - Yvette had rarely taken dessert, even as a human, she simply wasn't into the guilty pleasure that was overstuffing yourself at meals. This was probably thanks to her mother who tirelessly watched her own girlish figure, which made Yvette that much more prone to keeping tabs on her exact weight, down to the kilogram. "It was nice of you to offer," she mused lazily as she stared out at the water, seemingly peaceful for a moment as if in pause. She blinked slowly at the inquiry, her brow shifting upwards in a telltale sign of humor. "Sometimes, Mr. Marius." In all honestly she despised using titles; Mr. and Mrs. They were just filthy and mannerly. Those stupid principles that even the most lowly could apply to themselves as if it made them more human. When in reality, that didn't particularly help anything, just made them less believable. She was staring down at her shoes, clutched in her hand, eyeing the water's effect on them with disdain. In the next instant she turned on her heel and dropped them unceremoniously in the garbage. They were useless now. Soiled. Blinking slowly, she made certain that the buttons of her jacket were fashioned before seating herself beside him, moving until she was comfortably wedged against the arm rest and the back of the bench. Her nimble hands rose to twist her ebony locks in an effort to pull the water away from them. As it trickled down onto her coat and then off of her into a puddle she smirked quietly. "Most spontaneity stems from boredom though…Suppose I was bored this evening? I would probably entertain myself by stealing a car, or a new set of clothing, or get the police to chase me and then manipulate them into letting me go. Just child's play really…Nothing malicious or gluttonous." That was basically it - she was controlling her appetite. Harnessing the beast. She really needed to get into some kind of strength training. For some ungodly reason, the woman was blessed with strength that was denied by her nearly streamlined shape, that and her temper coupled was just asking for trouble. The Hulk, that's what it reminded her of. And when Yvette finally did make that shift from, slightly annoyed, to frustrated and then to angry…well you definitely know you aren't in Kansas anymore. "A warm fire sounds nice." Well what an odd thing for a vampire to say. She was very cat like in how she enjoyed lounging. "Finish that before you come." She eyed the human food disdainfully before rising and beginning to meander towards her house. It would probably take a good thirty minutes because she would be on foot - there was no way she was going to ride in the car that way. Her driver was notified by text message to take the car home. And as per usual the youth grew impatient and eventually began to alight - her fleetness of foot turned a thirty minute walk into a ten minute run. When she arrived her hair was dry, windblown but dry and her clothing was no longer sopping. The housekeeper allowed her in and Yvette murmured a comment about a gentleman coming and to have tea prepared. Tea was something that the vampire deemed less unnatural. It was only leaf water, after all. And she never took sugar or honey in it but allowed the herbal flavor speak for itself. She didn't wait for Marius to arrive but went upstairs to change out of the uncomfortable clothing. She'd ordered one of the butlers to fetch a pair of slacks and a button down shirt for the gentleman as well as whatever else was necessary. His measurements were quietly hissed. The lady had an eye for these things, simply because clothing was so important to have exactly right, especially in her mother's eye. She had been schooled to size people up, and for better or worse she used the skill. She dressed in a simple black skirt that came to just an inch or two above her knee, a pale peach blouse and no shoes. Pulling her hair into a loose bun, she took care of the windblown look easily and without a fuss - it'd happened before. Finally she began to make her way to the parlor, after cleaning her makeup off and thoughtlessly reapplying her mascara. Her barefooted steps were soundless on the marble floor and her eyes becoming that steel blue to contrast her pupil as she turned lights on downstairs. A fire had already been lit in the fireplace, a testimony to how much a habit this was and the tea was laid in a pot with two cups, napkins and the standard tea biscuits. Sitting back in a high topped but obviously cushioned chair near the flames, she stared at it before pulling the clip from her hair, the fly aways being calmed by their brief order and whilst there was no lack of body in the tresses they were behaving as much as one might presume someone whose been swimming the channel. -------------------------------------------------- count: 1,568 outfit: I'll update it and the location soon. :] comments: fweeee

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Marius was not in the least bit surprised when her rejection of his offer came. He hadn't expected her to take a bite, her disdain for the delicious treat was clear. Oh well, that was her loss and his gain, now he didn't have to share. Having grown up in a house full of women, well, he'd grown to despise sharing, but his parents had taught him right. Always attempt to share with a lady, with a gentleman however, always claim and guard what is yours. So he happily enjoyed slowly devouring his hot dog. He looked up from his task when she answered his question and nodded, she was correct, spontaneity did stem from boredom. But he was always bored, that's what happens when you have all of eternity, eventually you run out of things to do. And when you were much older than he was, surely at some point, even spontaneity wasn't so spontaneous anymore. He liked her ideas though, stealing a car or clothes. In fact, he was shocked to find that he himself had never thought of leading the police on a wild chase before. However, with his manly good looks he'd only be able to talk his way out of such a situation if the police were all women. He just wasn't that lucky. So if he ever did lead them on a chase, he'd just have to disappear entirely, not hard to do. Marius appreciated that she wasn't malicious or gluttonous in her spontaneity, far too many of their kind were. Most of his spontaneity had to do with himself and no one else, though when he did involve others it wasn't in a way that could hurt them. Though, he could have possibly scarred some young minds with the suicide trick. He shrugged at his inward thoughts, oh well they'd get over it. "I agree, though stealing a car and leading the cops on a high speed chase does sound rather brilliant." Yvette seemed lost in thought for a moment and then abruptly broke the silence between them with a rather strange comment. A fire? Well they were wet after all and even their dead flesh could feel the chill coming from their sodden clothing by now. He looked at the object of her disapproval once more and smiled, nodding his assent. She really did detest his favorite food, it was a little depressing. While Yvette walked home, Marius ate his way through two more hot dogs and then stood up, stretching like the big cat many people compared him to. His long gait ate up the sidewalk once more as he retrieved his motorcycle, lifting his head he captured Yvette's distinct scent through the dwindling crowds. His engine roared to life and foregoing his usual helmet, Marius sped off in the direction of Yvette's home. It took considerably less time for him to get there than it had taken her, even with her running with vampiric speed. Marius was a speed demon on his bike, it was suped up to illegal levels and could keep up with just about anything, and zip past everything else. The bike came to a silent and efficient stop on the cobblestones in her driveway and he looked up at the mansion in front of him as he kicked the stand down. It was an impressive building, reminded him just a little bit of his family's estate in England which was still in his possession. He smiled and walked in the door, his own hair just as efficiently air dried, however his clothes were still just as wet, they just clung even more tightly to his skin. A housekeeper met him at the door and told him that the lady of the house had been expecting him and had arranged for a change of clothes for him. Marius followed her into a small washroom, eager to see what it was Yvette had chosen for him to wear. He was a little saddened to find something so mundane as slacks and a button down, but on the other hand, he wouldn't really expect her to pull any tricks when they only barely knew each other. Marius stripped off his wet clothes happily, taking advantage of the towel placed nearby. He slid his longs legs into the slacks slowly and then bent over to wash his face, his eyes meeting the tattoo on his collarbone and shoulders with a mixture of admiration and revulsion. It was the mark his maker had commanded he be branded with shortly after he had completed his transformation into a vampire, and he both loved and hated it. Shaking his head, Marius splashed water on his face and soaped up. His entire upper body bare, his lower body clad in the slacks that had been left for him. ----------------------------- Count: 835 Dedicate: Vet Dress: clickity click Comment: Mm, bike and tattoo all in one post? I swear I'm not trying to make him look like a badass!

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=b05658] Leaving men to their own devices was generally not advised, especially when you had a goal for the evening but to be frank, Yvette was never truly trained how to treat them. Not that she cared to recall. The way that her mother had treated them was simply not an option. Though the fact that they were expendable was something that she had always taken note of. Men were humans as well, weren't they? Perhaps less intelligent than females sometimes, but no less human. She'd seated herself some time ago, assuming that Marius would arrive shortly. And he did. She listened as her help escorted him to the changing room with a small smirk, unmoving for a few minutes before again that nasty beast called impatience struck. Sighing lazily, she rose and waltzed towards the front door, taking a quick peek at what exactly he'd driven to her humble abode. Peering out the drapes, she smirked at the red motorbike. Such hot wheels. She pondered stealing it but resisted the urge. Perhaps later. Now just didn't seem the time since he had the option of destroying her house once she'd gone. Drat! And now he knew very easily where her house was. Sighing at how poor her planning had been, she assumed that perhaps it wasn't entirely her fault - who'd known he had a such a nice ride? She made a mental note to pay better attention next time. He'd probably smelled of the thing. That being said she turned on her heel and made her way to the powder room. Surely he was dressed by now. Opening the door unceremoniously, she peered in with a quizzical expression. "Were you going to grace me with your presence this evening?" It was said with a feigned British accent, that teasing light in the impish woman's eyes though naturally they were grazing the inked skin out of curiosity. Well wasn't that…interesting. Tattoos could both be beautiful and idiotic. His was the former. It was art. But the hooded look in his stare suggested to him it wasn't exactly perfect. Blinking in a seemingly unaffected way, the immortal arched a brow, offering a playful whistle before turning on her heel and leaving him to finish dressing. She hadn't apologized, and probably never would for that particular incident. Why bother? She'd seen her share of beautiful men, beautiful women too but not in the same context. In intimate terms she was somewhat modest. Or rather…very modest. She was a serial monogamist, in serious relationships only to find something gravely wrong with her partner and break up with them…for no apparent reason. It was an issue, but she never addressed it as such. Naturally it had everything to do with her mother's business dealings and her father's absence. But she'd never punished herself with men the way most who had daddy issues did. She'd been extremely vigilant in that way. With Marius still getting decent the young immortal was left to do as she pleased. And what was that? She stepped outside to examine the cycle out front. Her fingertips slid over the gleaming metal, smiling at the coolness of the glossy finish despite the crimson coloration. It was indeed a beautiful vehicle now wasn't it? And fast, she'd wager. Most vampires had a thing for speed. Insane drivers, the lot of them. With their especially fine reflexes one could expect no less. It was something they simply could not resist. Driving dangerously was like tempting death, it was like trying to conjure the devil or doing that stupid Bloody Mary thing with the mirror. Even as a child Yvette had never bought into that ridiculous notion. Then again as a child she'd never be made to believe that vampires were real either. She'd gently seated herself on the cushioned seat of the motorcycle, carefully so as not to upset its balance. She was breathing a sigh when it occurred to her that he was probably done by now and wondering where she was. Smirking, she enjoyed a little intrigue, a little game. And this definitely was. Of course vampires were always such cheaters at hide and go seek. Using their sense of smell to lead them on. And she would be very easy to find if that were the case. Or if he listened. She'd come out the front door. Sighing, she tipped her head back to stare up into the night sky. It was fairly easy to see the stars even if her house was bright at present - vampire eyes. Her lips were tugged back in a smirk. Vampire heart. What an excellent song but so very cliche. At least now it was, now that it had been overplayed. She sighed. The things humans could ruin. It was all so very impressive. Ah well. How long would it take until Mr. Hastings popped his head out that door and came to squawk about her sitting on his bike without invitation? ----------- count it: 856 outfit: Ehm. haven't polyvored it yet. comments: night time pills are kicking in *woozy*..

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Marius was astonished when Yvette barged into the wash room. His mouth was wide open, water dripping from his face onto his bare chest. She looked a little surprised but not at all affected by his glorious-ness. Just as he started to open his mouth to answer her question, she was gone again. He laughed in memory of the moment, her faked accent had sounded remarkably close to real. The whole situation just seemed completely ridiculous now. Smiling softly, Marius dried off his chest and face and then turned around to grab the shirt she'd gotten for him. It fit remarkably well and he buttoned it up carefully. He looked the mirror and debated tucking it in or not. Finally he decided, reaching down and carefully tucking the ends of the shirt into the slacks. His feet padded lightly across the floor of the washroom and he opened the door and exited. Looking left and right, he tried to decide which direction to go. He'd heard her go out the front, but he'd been distracted by his own thoughts and actions and didn't know if she'd come back in. The front door was still hanging open so he headed in that direction. Now that was surprising. Once he'd stepped out the front door, his eyes were drawn first to the stars, and second to his motorcycle. There was Yvette, her elegant hands running along the metal of his bike. Who would have thought that a lady like her would react to a motorcycle that way? It was always the quiet ones, the ones you least expected. Marius approached Yvette and stopped beside her. "I see you've found my motorcycle Yvette." He had always loved the idea of a woman who could appreciate good machinery. And watching her look at his motorcycle he could imagine that she was one of those women. Marius reached down to turn the key that was still in the ignition. "Well go on...get on." Marius himself straddled the bike towards the back and patted the space in front of him. He didn't know if she'd ever driven a bike before but from this position he would be able to help her out if there was any trouble. He kicked up the stand and held the motorcycle steady while he waited for her to join him. This was going to be an interesting experience. ----------------------------- Count: 408 Dedicate: Vet Dress: Click click clickity click Comment: Let's go for a ride.

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=b05658] Yvette was a fairly young being. At twenty five there were a wide variety of things that she had not yet experienced or even thought she had missed. But a motorcycle ride had not even crossed her mind. She was still going over the comical face that Marius had displayed in response to her somewhat unplanned run in. She hadn't really given him time to respond - if he was going to make it awkward she would rather not be there to witness it, if he was going to be a pervert then she would also rather skip that as well. His tattoo was interesting enough, she wasn't familiar with the design. But the look on his face as he'd stared at it, even during the brief second she'd glimpsed him focused, was a torn look. Blast this vampire crap. She noticed absolutely everything. Sometimes that made it difficult to remain shallow. It was a tattoo and that was the end of it. Her servants would have of course scattered for the evening seeing as she had company. Save for the butler who would faithfully remain to see to their culinary wants. Though she knew he hoped there would be no need for assistance. Smirking at the thought, the immortal's graceful fingertips haunted the cold metal a few moments more before the scent of the vampire previously mentioned assaulted her senses. I see you've found my motorcycle Yvette. She smirked quietly, responding in a murmur awfully playful; "Your powers of observation are astonishing, Marius." Her voice was of course so absolutely effeminate that it made his name seemed foreign and grand, like a maharajah or a sultan of some sort. The sound of the engine roaring to life found its way to the creature's ears. Mmm. Like a predator growling deep in his throat. It was a deeply attractive sound, masculine and entrancing. Well, go on…get on. The Brit commanded as he sat casually on the vehicle. The indication that she should mount it right in front of him seemed laughable. Squinting as if in an attempt to decide whether or not she was going to do as he bade. Her lips ticked and she turned on her heel, seemingly rejecting the idea only to surface with a pair of heels on moments later. She had no intention of going out without shoes on her feet - they were tender and unaccustomed to the gravel beneath them. Carefully easing a leg over the seat and pulling the skirt up just high enough to make this possible and comfortable all at once. Again her hand moved over the metal material, digits traveling up the handles and finally she leant on them, and turned her head. Resting her chin decidedly on her shoulder she stared at him with a brow ascendant as if to ask Well? Was he going to tell her what to do or did she have to figure this out? In the movies they always just started. There wasn't anything particularly dramatic about it. Was she supposed to move it into gear or something? "Aider, s'il vous plait." It was not often that she "accidentally" spoke her native tongue but when she did her voice sounded even more beautiful, slightly romantic and all the more…well let's just say it didn't repel. She mouthed the meaning of it apologetically as soon as she realized that while she'd said what she'd meant it hadn't been in a language he could likely decipher. He didn't seem the sort of guy who would be bilingual. Though, with an accent like his why bother learning anything else? He was set. And she was ready to get this hog going…. -------------------------------------------------- count: 616 outfit: Outfit comments: OHm'goshStill jealous? Yes I think so..OH And she said "Help, please."

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Oh she was a playful little minx. Such delightful sarcasm in her pretty voice. Her name from his lips was mesmerizing, he'd never heard it sound so very enticing. He smiled sadly when she walked away, assuming incorrectly that she had decided to reject his offer. Marius leaned back and looked up at the black sky above, the stars were glittering and twinkling like the children's song. All of a sudden, there she was again. Apparently she had decided to join him on his bike. He sat and watched with an expectant smile while she walked towards him with heels on her feet. Perhaps not the footwear that he would have chosen but somehow it seemed perfect for her. Marius looked away politely as she climbed on. He felt her weight settle in front of him and waited. He didn't want to just assume that she didn't know what she was doing. Yvette's hands moved slowly along the instruments on the front of his bike and then her face looked at him over that slender shoulder. A laugh escaped at the obvious look of 'well, do something plebe' that was plastered on her face. "Aider, s'il vous plait." Yvette was correct in assuming that Marius did not understand or speak french, however she was incorrect in assuming that he wasn't multi-lingual. In fact, Marius could speak gaelic and german. He smiled when she mouthed the meaning of the words. Though he didn't understand why she didn't just say it. Was it just that she couldn't stand to say the words in english? She just seemed like the kind of woman who liked to do things all on her own. Marius scooted forward so that he could reach the handlebars. This position however put him flush against Yvette's back. His hands settled on top of hers and he moved them into the correct position. "So, normally to start it you'd have to turn the key and on some bikes there would be a lever for you to kick start the bike with right about there," he pointed towards her left foot, "however I put in a way to bipass that system so now you just turn the key. Anyhow, this here is the speedometer, not that that matters for our kind. The rest of these, you don't really need to know about right now. I'm full up on gas and all that." He moved her fingers to the levers behind the main handlebars. "These are the brakes, try not to squeeze them too hard too fast, cause we'll end up tipping over. And now that you know how to stop and how to tell how fast we're going, you just turn this handle back towards you to go." Marius hit the gas himself just a little to get them going and bent his legs up so they wouldn't drag, his body fitting even better against hers. "Alright, you're all ready, go ahead and go as fast as you're comfortable with." They were going fast enough only to keep them stable and upright. "When we come to turns, you're going to have to lean into them if they're really tight, but not too much or we'll tip." His voice was little more than a whisper in her ear now and he took his hands off the handlebars and wrapped them around her waist instead. "I hope this is okay." ----------------------------- Count: 592 Dedicate: Vet Dress: Le click Comment: I know, I'm so jealous of her too.

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=b05658] As predicted he hadn't known what she said when she'd spoken in her native tongue, the look on his face a telltale sign of ignorance. Immediately that was forgiven as he smiled in understanding when she mouthed exactly what she wanted. Turning back towards the handles, she felt the bike shift as he moved forward and his weight settled against her back. His hands moved hers in a no nonsense sort of way that seemed to redeem the fact they were in such a position. Others probably would have received an elbow to the face but the fact that he was merely doing as she bade was enough to save him. So normally to start it you'd have to turn the key and on some bikes there would be a lever for you to kick start the bike with right about there. Glancing inquisitively where he indicated, even going so far as tilting her head to get a better view. …however I put in a way to bypass that system so now you just turn the key. Anyhow, this here is the speedometer, not that that matters for our kind. The rest of these, you don't really need to know right now. I'm full up on gas and all that. She listened with an absolutely adequate amount of tangible curiosity as she stared with some intensity at the variety of gauges on the device. She watched while he moved her fingers to the handlebars. These are the brakes, try not to squeeze them too hard too fast, cause we'll end up tipping over. And now that you know how to stop and how to tell how fast we're going, just turn this handle back towards you to go. At the mention that they could tip over her eyes widened, not in horror as one might generally think but in excitement. Things were always more interesting when there was a chance for bodily harm. With that in mind, felt the vehicle jerk into gear and begin to move, and then adjusting his legs so they wouldn't drag. It was a most suggestive position, but the fledgling was far too focused on this newfound toy to be offended by their proximity. Alright, you're all ready, go ahead and go fast as you're comfortable with. Oh! That was probably…not a particularly safe idea on his part. Then again they were immortal so he was mildly safer than if he were human. When we come to turns, you're going to have to lean into them if they're really tight, but not too much or we'll tip. Promises, promises. Tipping sounded about as much fun as riding the thing. As for the softness of his voice it would have been impossible for anything more human to hear but Yvette heard it perfectly well. "Your accent made that sound like a class." She informed him honestly, with a look of laughter crossing her face while he wrapped his hands around her waist. I hope this is okay. Arching her brows, she whispered back towards him; "If it wasn't you'd already know." With that said, she slowly but steadily powered it out of the drive and turned onto the street before she really hit the gas. Not to sound too cliche but she was a vampire wasn't she? A go fast kinda gal to the end. That was probably an Audley trait. And weaving between traffic? It was easy with a car but so much easier when you required a fraction of the space. And that's what she did. The sound of the engine rumbled in her ears as she spend through the menagerie, some so close you could feel the breeze of the metal against your leg, the others far enough away to seem only vaguely irresponsible. That's alright though - the French are rarely scary when upset. At least the men. The women can be fairly manipulative what with their furry armpits. Luckily Yvette had always seen that as a little odd and had been shaving since she was thirteen or fourteen. "Tell me if I'm going too fast." It was said with a hint of laughter over the roar they created. Diving through a particularly red car and a flamboyant white hybrid she saw the light just in time to fuel it through, the red just turning as they got under it. Ah, woman drivers. -------------------------------------------------- count: 731 outfit: Outfit comments: Weeeee. That's what I'd do on a motorcycle. Be all dangerous and annoying xD

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