BE OBSCENE, BABY, NOT HEARD -------------- GISELLE

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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=844d4d] Ruby was in Paris. It wasn't often she had the time or the funds to venture far from her home city, but this was technically a business trip. One in which she had to call off work for two weeks, however. She didn't need that long, actually, since this particular mission would only last for a mere twelve hours - but there were loose strings in Paris that needed attending to. A vampire's job was never done. Currently, she shared the arm of a particular vampire gentleman. Her task was simple, keep him company. He'd done her a favor in the past, more than thirty years ago, she was sure, and it was now that he summoned her to return the kindness. In all honesty, Ruby had forgotten what exactly she was repaying him for. Surely she'd just found herself in enough shit to have to have him save her somehow, or maybe her sire had borrowed money from him - she didn't fucking know. The point was she was in Paris being this guy's date for the night. Why he couldn't glamor a little human harpy or find his own damn date was beyond her, she was just hoping sexual favors wouldn't be in store for later in the evening. not that he was particularly terrible looking, he was a vampire after all. But he was one of those two hundred something ear olds who hadn't quite adjusted to the mainframe of today's times. More specifically women's rights. Ruby liked to talk, argue, throw in her own point of view. She was smart, and she typically wasn't used to being seen and not heard - but it took a few threats to make her snap it shut for this evening. She complied… only because she was in his debt. But she had no interest in fucking some misogynistic bastard. Not because she disagreed with his views, but because she knew she wouldn't come away satisfied in the least. She was a child of the twenties. She knew better. Finally, the little outing was coming to a close. All the other men and few womanly accessories had left, and apparently, by the jolt on her elbow - it was time for them to take their leave as well. Ruby declined her face, rolling her eyes as she smoothed out her dress while she got up before bidding farewell to the rest at the table. It had been ten or so vampires who had gathered at some extravagant restaurant to eat. At least she didn't have to pay the tab. She listened to the vampire drone on about something or another. He was rather wealthy, owned some business or a few. She didn't care. She just pretended to listen, and give a fuck. That was the only reason why she was here - and then she'd never have to see his face again. Paris never really slept, much like New York. The city was still bustling at the wee hour of the morning. The summer air was cooled by the lack of sun, it was over all very pleasant. Ruby would consider living here if she had enough money to do so, or if she could ever part with the club she worked at - or the city itself. The restaurant had served up some blood, and by the taste of it fresh, so her hunger was more than quenched. However, her escort seemed hungry for something else. Oh, joy. His thick accent said something that was supposed to be sexy, or romantic, or whatever - but it fell on deaf ears. Ruby was not in the mood - and he couldn't coax her into it. She made this more than apparent, or so she thought, when she glided her eyes up to look at him in an unamused manner, clearly unfazed by his coming onto her. He persisted though, moving onto groping this and that through the fabric of her dress. She swatted his hands away forcefully, jabbing his ribs as she continued to walk. She refused to speak, though, as to not entice whatever conquest fantasy he had in mind with vocal struggles. He was considerably larger than she was, and older, and to be quite honest she didn't want to get into a fight with him. In heels she stood at a mere five feet and three inches - the man beside her towered over at maybe five-nine. Suddenly, Ruby's back was against brick. The humans around her kept their usual pace, most likely thanks to her aggressor. He held her wrists level with her head as he tried to pry her legs apart with his middle. She was beyond livid. She quickly threw her hips around and out of his reach and didn't waste time in bringing her knee up to meet the brick beside her before kicking her leg out sharply into his gut. Heels came in handy in time like these. He was sent backward, if only for a moment while the breath was knocked out of him. Ruby panted, regaining her balance and swinging the other leg toward his face. She missed, though, as he recuperated and grabbed her ankle - throwing her down so her face met the concrete with a sickening crack. Her painful cry was muffled by his hand as he picked her back up by her neck, bringing him to the wall again - now concentrating on revenge rather than lustful dominance. Again, while he was too preoccupied in sending his fist to her face, Ruby brought her knee up to his groin. He released her, bending over to clutch himself as she caught her breath. She didn't go motionless for long though, and quickly grabbed up his collar and slammed him into her previous place. She wasted no time with fists and simply snapped his neck to the right, hearing a satisfying crunch as he writhed under her petite body that somehow managed to keep him put. Her fangs immediately went into action, sinking deep into his neck before tearing at the flesh, making deep bite wounds. She chewed her way a few inches in, spitting out flesh as she went while he screamed and pushed her away. The pain must have been too terrible, or maybe he just wasn't used to having the lower hand. She pulled herself away, thankful she had worn a leather dress she could wipe off later instead of something that was light and would stain from the blood that was caked down her chin and chest. Ruby smiled toothily at him, satisfied that he wouldn't try anything more now that he had half a neck. It'd heal.. in a few hours, maybe. She watched him stalk off, hailing a public car to take him back to wherever he came from. the count was 1187 and she's wearing this and also, I had muse for this!

[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=18161d] Giselle slid her credit card over the counter to the cashier. As the woman was finishing ringing up the mass amount of items, she tried striking up conversation with the vampress. "-and mine is too big to dress. Do you have any pictures?" Giselle rubbed at the bridge of her nose, "No," she answered flatly. The red-head huffed dramatically and drummed yellow lacquered nails on the glass. The girl, getting the memo, began hurriedly stuffing the apparel into a bag as Giselle was then menacingly glowering at her. The girl ripped the receipt from the register and slapped a pen down for Giselle to sign it. She did so, then the bag was plopped onto the counter unceremoniously and she was given a curt, "Have a good night." Giselle lifted the white plastic containing her purchases and snorted. "Relax, I'm just messing with you." She reached in her blazer's pocket and removed a couple euro's. "A tip for your troubles," she winked and with that, she made her leave from the doggy boutique. All in all, it was a very successful shopping trip. She proudly didn't spill a drop of blood, either, for the humans were less stupid tonight and didn't get on her nerves as they usually did. She was returning home with jewelry for herself, new outfits for her widdle pumpkin muffin, and a tie for Lars. After the shirt incident in L.A. Giselle had taken it upon herself to go through Lars's wardrobe and discard of anything she deemed obnoxious. It was appalling how much she found. She buried packed the atrocities away in the basement and little by little began bringing home replacement attire as to not raise suspicion - or at least, Giselle didn't think he knew what she'd done yet. Her bugatti veyron was in a parking garage a few blocks away, and it was there she was heading. However, upon rounding the corner, a vampire stumbled backwards and into her path. Giselle rolled her eyes and went to sidestep this blundering idiot when she noticed another vampire, presumably his victim, with her back against the wall before she face-planted the concrete. Oh the undead. Never a dull moment. She wasn't interested in getting involved in this - not in an over-1,000-dollar outfit. Besides, the female seemed to be able to hold her own despite the brute's size next to her tinniness. Men didn't give bitches enough credit. The look of astonishment on their faces when a chick beat their asses was priceless, and it was this look that Giselle wanted to see. This is why she made herself comfortable against the brick, leaning nonchalantly, with arms and ankles crossed, enjoying her front row seat to the clashing immortals. The little harpy was a feisty one, Giselle was impressed. She knew that when the vampire's dick got bashed in, it was the beginning of the end. Now here, Giselle would have prolonged the suffering. Snapping the neck was a good move, personally she'd go for the spine first if she could get him on his stomach, then she'd talk some trash and whip out her knife. She'd never cut out a vampire's heart before, but she was willing to try new things, and it seemed as though this son of a bitch deserved it. The little vampire chomped his neck, then it was over. Giselle wouldn't have let him walk away -- she'd have lit his ass up like a Christmas tree and watch him burn. Maybe take a few pictures too and post it on her friend's Facebook. Giselle cleared her throat to signal her presence first, then in her thick, French accent, praised the vampress, "Bravo, Mademoiselle. A little unorthodox for my taste, but good on you." Giselle stood to her full height and took a couple steps toward the vampire. She took a handkerchief from her bag and handed it over to her to wipe off the blood with. "My guess is creep boyfriend?" the count was 644 and she's wearing this and also, hahahah i'm glad!.

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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=844d4d] Ruby exhaled heavily once he was out of sight. She momentarily pondered on whether she should have let him go or not, but honestly, she wasn't sure she was capable of actually offing him. Maybe she could have severed his head with her pearly whites, or chewed through far enough to pry it off somehow, leaving his fate up to her. Whatever, he would most likely stay in Paris and not bother her, anyway. He didn't scare her anymore now than he did in the beginning of the evening. Her eyes flicked to her side to see another vampire standing before her. Ruby's red lips, now smudged but unnoticeable through the caking blood around her mouth, were turned down in a pout. The emotion carried across her face, her eyebrows knitted downward completing the overall displeased face. No change registered from the French woman's compliments besides a scoff and raise of one brow. B took the cloth, though, muttering her 'thank you' before proceeding to attend to her garments first before working her way up to her face. Ruby had some amount of pride in her that didn't like accepting others help or kindness. It was strange, and she knew it was stupid, but she had survived on her own for so long that receiving aid was either an insult or reason to be suspicious. She accepted the kind gesture, regardless, seeing as this incident didn't seem to be either case. More words from the red head were spoken but barely heard as Ruby stopped wiping at her chest suddenly. Her eyes scanned the concrete in panicked speed. "Shit," she hissed between her teeth before pacing the grounds in which the scuffle took place. Finally she found the long silver chain, crumpled on the ground. With more ease to her, Ruby replied somewhat distantly, "Not really.. but something like that. It was a one time fiasco that I got myself roped into somehow. It's over now.. obviously." Ruby smiled a little bit, happier now that she was clean. She bent at her knees, balancing on the heels of her shoes as she scooped up the chain and dog tag attached that read her own name, however didn't belong to her. Her eyes moved over the ground again, getting on her knees to crawl over to the second tag before standing again. This one was her own and had his name engraved on it, with some other text on the opposite side that had been worn down from how much she mindlessly fondled at it. It faintly read, 'I'm asking you on a date for the rest of your life.' The other that clanked against it as Ruby repositioned them under her dress read, 'Ever since that night we've been together. Lovers at first sight in love forever.' She barely payed mind to the trinkets now, they were a commonplace on her body. Unless she had to attend a very formal occasion or shower they never left from around her neck. She treasured them. It saddened her that he'd left his behind, but it was selfish of her to think he should hold onto any sort of attachment to her after what she'd done to him. So Ruby held onto both. Why she wasn't sure. She currently had more pressing matters. "Well," she said finally, having cleaned herself off well enough to attempt in hailing a cab.. or whatever they called them here, "I have to get back to my hotel. Thanks, and it was nice meeting you… Mademoiselle..?" Ruby angled her head in question as she stepped backwards lightly toward the street. She preferred company, but figured with all the bags that the vampire carried she had her own things to tend to. the count was 644 and she's wearing this and also, offer to drive her but make a pitstop at the mansion?

[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=18161d] Obviously, the girl was distracted. What, with her crawling around on the floor. Giselle rolled her eyes and resumed her position against the wall. The mangy looking dog tags were glinting within her sight. Giselle presumed it was those she was looking for. Once again, she didn't offer any help, just watched, for the vampress didn't seem the affable type next to Giselle's natural socialite demeanor. Giselle cleaned her nails aloofly to keep herself occupied while she waited, taking in the reply the female gave her, nodding to herself. She chose not to respond. What more was there to say about the mess? Giselle's guess was that this vampire was going to go about her way. Normally, Giselle found herself bored around this time of night and would suggest to a new acquaintance that they better acquaint themselves some more over a drink. But she had to be on her way as well, Lars was waiting for her and she'd texted him while she was at the boutique that she'd be home soon. Finally, the vampire was back on her feet and, as Giselle guessed it, was bidding her farewell. "Giselle Audley-Trell," she finished. Giselle cocked her head and scrutinized her -- something felt so familiar about her, it was unnerving she couldn't put her finger on it. Giselle began her own departure as well, taking a few steps toward her destination. Yet luminescent gray eyes continued to animatedly flick about her features, as if they didn't want to let her out of sight just yet. Her legs moved on their own accord as well, taking her one step farther from the vampire as if to say, Let's get a move on, Giselle, time's a-wasting! Let's goooooo! God this is infuriating. Am I really going to let her go without finding out why she's so familiar? But damn her curiosity to hell! She'd done this before and she very well knew the ending. The last time a vampire [Lars] piqued her interest, there was a huge debacle all because Giselle had this unhealthy impulse to always get what she wanted. Maybe she should just walk away… Her gut was telling her that nothing good would come of this, and yet Giselle so desperately wanted to know. And besides, she kind of liked this crazy chick. She reminded her of Lars a lot. Same kind of solitude… But this girl could kick ass while Lars was the more humane type when she met him. You'd think a person would learn their lesson the first time around. Nope. Not Giselle. She'd offer her a ride. If she said no, Giselle wouldn't object. She'd let her be and go about her way. "Do you want a lift?" Giselle made the inquiry but felt so wrong about it. She shouldn't be doing this. This wasn't going to end well at all. the count was 467 and she's wearing this and also, Oh the dramatic irony! It's killing me! xDDDD.

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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=844d4d] Ruby's ears perked once Giselle gave her name. Her backward steps hesitated and she stared her in the eye momentarily. It sounded way too much like Trell her last name, or at elate.. part of it. But obviously it was just some odd French surname.. B was sure. She made her mind believe it, whether it was only half convinced or not. She put herself at ease further by deciding this woman could never be associated with anyone of that surname. No way. For one thing, she was sure no Trells hailed from France, and no Trell she was ever introduced to or heard of would give their last name to someone like Giselle. Not knocking on her, though, she was just.. not the type. She'd never believe Lars to ever give someone with that much yellow and that cardigan a second glance. He had a mohawk when she met him, his mother still bleached her hair and wore leather last time they saw her, and his father has more tattoos than Lars does - well, as of five years ago… Giselle and Trells could not be associated with each other unless she was one of their lawyers or whatever. Ruby was fairly certain this Giselle would feel the same way if confronted with the situation. Ruby relaxed at this realization and smiled at the other vampire. "Ruby Monroe," she spoke fluidly, extending her hand, "And a ride would be ace, if it's not out of your way…" She accepted, rattling off the address to her hotel. It was a nicer one, nothing too fancy but definitely for those who enjoyed vacationing in comfort. Ruby figured she'd shop in Paris for a while and tie up some old loose ends, visit some people before she took off back to New York so she might as well book something a little more lavish to fit her needs. Giselle was interesting, to say the least. Ruby wasn't sure what to think of her quite yet. So far she had seemed pleasant enough, for a vampire. Generous to boot - or maybe that's just because Ruby had impressed her by holding her own. Makes sense. Ruby refused to be on edge about the whole situation, a private ride back to her hotel was better than some driver taking the long route on the unsuspecting to rank up the charge. "So," B started up again with a contented smile, "I'm visiting here from New York City… have you lived in Paris your whole life or did you live in another part of France?" Easy talk. It was an easy task for Ruby. She worked in a club, it demanded her to be a people-person, not that she cared, since she was particularly good at it, and enjoyed it depending on her company. She was a social creature, to the point where it was almost a necessity to be in contact with someone else most of the time. Ruby was more comfortable around others, be them strangers or close friends than by herself. It hadn't always been that way. She was more than content by herself when she was a human, lost in her own mind. Now it was a place she almost feared to delve too deep into. So she kept herself busy communicating with other people as much as she possibly could. the count was 580 and she's wearing this and also, meeee toooo.

[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=18161d] Ruby… Wasn't that Lars's sire's name? Giselle's brows knitted together as she recalled what little information her husband gave her. She'd gotten the abridged version of the affair. Since it was a touchy subject, Giselle never pried much further. After the mess she made the very first night she met Lars, she could never bring herself to force anything out of him again. He was the only person she would ever let alone, safe from her insistent nosiness. But this couldn't be the Ruby. Preposterous! And besides… she would have certainly recognized Giselle's last name, maybe enough to say, I knew a Trell. Best not to badger the girl about matters of the past anyway. God knows that always ended in bloodshed. Funny how much she reminded Giselle of Lars. Funny she should share the name of his sire. And that was just it -- a funny coincidence, nothing more. There was nothing to fear from this Ruby. Yet her gut still implored her to walk away right now. Giselle accepted Ruby's hand after staring much creepily at her for the time she was mulling over the name. Slightly to Giselle's dismay, she accepted the ride offered. "Not out of the way at all, chérie. But do you mind if we make a quick stop at my mansion?" Giselle gestured to one of her many bags. This one contained top notch dog food. "My dog may die of starvation if I don't get this food to her," when it came to Ziggy's health, Giselle didn't fuck around. The poor thing was indeed, probably starving -- so long as Lars wasn't giving her crap to eat while she was gone. Her little princess was getting chubby. She began walking as Ruby stroke up conversion. Giselle gave a sideways glance at the mention of New York. Her stomach knotted up momentarily and she needed to remind herself it was just another coincidence. When Giselle was questioned about her own hometown, the corner of her lips twitched. She damned her family, but she enjoyed the gloating privileges very much. "The Audley's have lived in Paris since the 18th century," Giselle really wanted to elaborate on the family history, but since Yvette showed up she wasn't completely certain of her accuracy -- what else did her adoptive parents, or rather her aunt and uncle, hide from her? Giselle continued the small talk until they arrived at their destination; parking garage third floor. She quickly scanned her newest beauty for any damage before unlocking it and inviting Ruby to get in. In a few minutes, they were on the road. Giselle chose not to put the radio on, for she still wanted to chat with Ruby. "If you don't mind me asking, exactly how old are you?" the count was 486 and she's wearing this and also, =D.

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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=844d4d] Ruby was happy that she wouldn't have to exert too much extra effort and was in turn making a new vampire acquaintance. She nodded understandingly at Giselle's need to stop at her home before hand. At the mention of a dog B's lips turned up further, how cute. She liked dogs, but never had owned one. She wasn't certain why, though, given her desire for constant companionship. Dogs just seemed too much of a responsibility, so dependent on her. She couldn't trust herself with a dog. She gave a, "How cute," to the fact, though, for safe measure, anyway. Maybe she'd get to meet the thing while Giselle fed her. She nodded, paying attention to where she was walking as Giselle confirmed her suspicions. Ruby guessed that something similar was the case, Giselle looked like old money, anyway. She'd been around long enough to pick little things about people such as that… maybe stereotypical, but the vast majority of the time her judgments were correct. Which leads on to Giselle's own inquiry. Ruby didn't have much towboats about in the matter of her age, though, unlike other vampires. Once the couple reached the parking garage, and finally to the bugatti, Ruby's eyes widened. Yeah, old money. She'd see her fair share of sports cars here and there, but never one with so much muscle. It was strange to imagine someone such as Giselle driving the burly car. Ruby could never see herself in it, or any car for that matter. Not as if she had ever learned how to drive, so it didn't matter much. "Oh, I don't know," she sighed contently, "I think maybe eighty-five or so, not too ancient. I still have some novelty records and players, though," Ruby went off topic, testing any sort of waters that might peak Giselle's interest. "And you, have you yourself lived in Paris since the 18th century?" B teased, watching the lights of the city flash by outside the darkly tinted windows. the count was 345 and she's wearing this and also, IIIII sort of forgot about this, hectic weekend leaving me tired n' shit. so this is kinda lame.. soz.

[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=18161d] Giselle had no idea that she was in the presence of quite the old lady! It came as a shock to her, but found this so fascinating. She met older vampires before. She hated them. Crusty old, stuck up bunch -- thought they knew so much more than everyone else. They were infuriating and cryptic and thought they were oh so wise. Little Ruby here was extremely refreshing. She restored Giselle's hope for the old and crotchety bunch. For one, her attire wasn't something that looked like it actually came from her century. She had style and was clearly capable of adapting to the times. Giselle laughed at Ruby's question. As if she was that old. "God, no! I'm only 34, but have still been through more than those your age have. I tell you, it's a miracle I'm still alive," and it truly was. But enough about herself, Giselle was truly intrigued with Ruby. "You don't act your age at all, it's remarkable." And better yet, she seemed like a humble creature. For this she would surely get the respect a vampire her age deserved. The old farts who tried too hard at being all sagely only succeeded in coming off as prissy asses. Ruby demonstrated that rolling with the changes and modesty could get you places. She was awesome. "I respect you, Mademoiselle Monroe," she conceded. Now this wasn't that big a deal for Giselle to say. She was a very conceited vampire, but when she found someone to be admirable, she let them know and allied herself with them. It was a smart move, at any rate. With countless adversaries wanting the death of her, respectable and trustworthy allies were a must have. Giselle didn't have nearly as many reliable sources as enemies. Trust was a timeless problem for her, and she experienced her fair share of double-crossers to make her highly skeptical when a "new friend" came along. Hell, there was a time when she thought Lars was plotting to kill her (she never told him this, however, fearful of going too far). But skepticism saved her life more times than it got her into trouble -- though it did get her into trouble frequently. And her skepticism got a whole lot worse after Jack, who she sired and married and trusted undeniably for a very long time. But Lars was well acquainted with her tough love rule. He was the only one she wasn't concerned about. Ruby had her respect and alliance for now. But if she threatened Giselle in the slightest way, she'd be instantly blacklisted. Giselle pulled into one of the several drive-ways on the east side of the mansion and drove the car into the harshly lit garage. She parked it alongside one of her Audi's "Welcome to Chateau de Audley." Giselle gathered her bags and got out of the car. She waited for Ruby to join her side before moving toward the glass door that slid open to a flight of stairs which would take them up to one of the east corridor's and finally an elevator to the third floor where the second, smaller kitchen resided. Giselle led the way. When they reached their destination, Giselle invited Ruby to sit at the island counter while she got to work opening up a bag of dry dog food, a can of wet food, and bustling about the kitchen, going through drawers and cabinets until she gathered Ziggy's bowl along with several bottles of vitamins, minerals, and supplements. Giselle began the tedious process of measuring out everything into the bowl. It was quite the production. When she was satisfied with the concoction, she put two fingers in her mouth and whistled for Ziggy. After a few seconds and the scampers of her paws could not be heard, she called for Lars instead. "She must be with my husband. He must have heard me by now… LARS! ZIGGY NEEDS TO EAT!" she belted, assuming he was within range by now to have heard that. the count was 667 and she's wearing this and also, O.M.G..

[Ellie]

Lars was jogging up and down the main stairs, Ziggy close behind him, barking her head off. A huge grin was on his face, and he breathed a little harder than usual, having made rounds around the first and second floors of the apartment with his dog. While Giselle went out to shop, apparently in her words for the pooch, Lars kept the thing occupied with a game of chase. He kept his pace slow, obviously, so the little French bulldog could keep up with him somewhat. He was just dressed in socks, a black undershirt and a pair of comfortable jeans for the night of lazy man-dog bonding time.

Ziggy had become quite accustomed to being dressed up by her mother, and even hammed it up to humor Giselle by wagging her tail around and pawing up on her lap as if she wanted to be dressed. Obviously the little bitch had become attention hungry, but it was cute. She had her own little dresser of doggie dresses and weird costumes.

Lars didn't dress her though, he was more the one that treated her for the dog she was. Sure he loved Ziggy, but she was a dog, and hardier than Giselle might have figured. For example, he was probably overworking her babying chased and chasing her around the house, but Ziggy was thoroughly enjoying it. She braked up after him as she bounded up the stairs, playfully growling between each yip. Lars grinned once he reached the top and turned on his heel before jumping over her and onto lower steps. Ziggy turned herself quickly after him, but it was only a matter of time before around the fifth step from the floor Lars's heel slipped. He landed on is square on his back, only yo have Ziggy pounce after his face.

His once toothy grin closed as quickly as possible while Ziggy attacked his face with her tongue, her breath wreaking of fish. Her pudgy little body squared itself so both her front paws were on his chest, her hind legs pushing her weight into his gut. She dug at his shirt, waiting for some sort of wrestling retaliation, but received none before Giselle's voice reverberated throughout the mansion. The dog's bat shaped ears were peaked in the direction up the stairs, but Lars quickly clamped his tattooed hands around her body to cradle her under one arm as he got up.

"You'z gonna get real doggie, food, Ziggy, huh?"

[/color] he chirped to the dog in a high pitched baby voice while he walked his way up the stairs and down the hall. Lars felt he shouldn't mention the fact that he'd fed her cat food already, since there was some in the cupboard of the staff's kitchen. The mansion grounds were pretty extensive, housing a barn and such, so feral cat's usually called the place home. They kept the rat population down, obviously, and birthed cute kittens that could be seen scurrying around from time to time, so they were fed some wet cat food someplace away from the house. Lars fed his dog that mixed with loops cereal… and he was sure Giselle probably wouldn't be happy with him tampering with her 'balanced diet'. Fuck it, Ziggy enjoyed the cat food concoction, so whatever.

Lars reached the kitchen finally, but stopped abruptly as Ziggy leaped form his arms and started barking at the stranger perched on a stool at the kitchen's island counter. Hazel eyes grew wide, a once contented and happy face dropped to darkness, and Lars stared. He didn't even acknowledge Giselle, but just stared back at the petite, blue eyed woman he hadn't seen in almost six years.

The idea that Ruby would ever make another appearance in his life had most certainly crossed his mind. He'd sat and thought it over so many times in his head, going through different scenarios and how he would handle them. But this.. in his own house? Waiting for him? Lars looked to Giselle, his brows furrowed, his mouth in a thin line before he spoke to her through clenched teeth, "Why did you bring her here?" Of course, Giselle wasn't all to blame, having not known, but Lars didn't know this.

Without waiting for an answer Lars turned back to Ruby, his eyes cold and emotionless, the only identification to his reaction in his body language. Inside he was neither happy nor sad, or angry. He was taken by surprise, and didn't know what to think, only to know he wasn't ready to confront her again, but that he'd have to, now.

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Ziggy continued to bark at Ruby who simply stared down at the dog. Yes. It was certainly cute. She'd previously been staring in disbelief at Giselle once she called out for Lars. Ruby knew then her worst fears were assured. She didn't have time to even think before her long lost lover made his appearance. Ruby hadn't even known he'd left New York.. and then she finds him here, living in this extensive mansion.. [/i]married[/i]. She didn't know whether to be happy for him, or jealous and angry that he'd found himself a better life than her already… without her company.

She'd imagined, in her own mind, that when she found Lars again he would accept her apologies, and understand her point of view. She knew it wouldn't be totally easy, but she had convinced herself that it had to happen. She had convinced herself that when she finally found him, she'd have the guts to confront him, make amends and then they'd go along again, together for eternity as she intended. But now it was different. He'd moved on whereas she hadn't. She still dreamed of him and yearned for him while he sought comfort in his wife. Once again she was faced with the conflicting feelings of being happy for him or angry with him. She was his maker! He had a duty to be faithful to her didn't he!? He was naturally supposed to be with her. She'd stayed with her maker until his death, she'd been loyal. Ruby knew though, that these were all selfish thoughts, that he didn't owe her a fucking thing after she'd walked out on him. But in the midst of her current heartbreak, she could barely see past her jealousy, and so Ruby grew livid in the company she was in, her emotions boiling beneath her platonic demeanor.

Lars simply stared at her, and she stared back. The dog, Ziggy, kept barking until Lars's voice yelled at it, angrily. He ordered it to shut up, and it did. Ruby closed her eyes, feeling herself come apart while her growing anger turned to regret.

She flashed them open again when Lars stepped toward her. She stood frozen, in awe with him, how he'd changed, both physically and otherwise. He was totally different. Ruby felt as though she was staring in the eyes of a stranger. He didn't seem like he was going to speak, so Ruby sucked herself up, her eyes moving over his body, the one she remembered to be warm and comfortable, not icy like it was now. She opened her mouth to speak, letting anything out, so long as it was something, "You have gotten more tattoos." She breathed it out in almost a whisper before mentally stabbing herself. Really?

He looked less than pleased with this, though, and turned away from her before spinning himself around again. Lars made his way to Ruby in a rushed walk, his finger pointed at her, "And you've got less fuckin' sense, Ruby, how fuckin' dare you walk back into my fuckin' life. After what you did? After what you let me do!?"[/color]

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Lars couldn't look at Ruby without seeing her face as it looked the last time he saw her. Tear filled, walking out on him. While he was dying. After those three days, still no return of miss Monroe. Lars was left t kill his best friend, Quincey. Oh, Quincey. He was so much more than just a roommate. Lars had known Quincey since sixth grade. Quincey had always been the more responsible of the two, the sweeter, the kinder, the smarter - academically at least. Quincey was everything Lars could never be. Quincey was the one that would find himself some sort of job, and some girl he'd marry and end up with a few kids with pretty blue eyes just like he had, not to mention that fucking smile he always carried. Quincey could have all of that, just because he was a good person. Lars, on the other hand, was the guy you'd look at and know they'd either work pumping gas in ten years or just be lying dead in a ditch or in a drug warehouse, weighing one hundred and fifteen pounds, smoking crack while a whore sucked his dick. That's the future Lars had. Ruby had changed that all for him, in exchange for Quincey's future to be anything.

Lars hated her for this and fro this the most. He wanted to slap her down to the floor and cut her up to stuff her in the oven so she could burn. Instead, though, he turned for the doorway again, slamming his fist into the wall before stalking off to somewhere in the house, shouting, mostly to himself, "WHY DOES THIS FUCKIN' BULLSHIT ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?"



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