ALL BECAUSE OF YOU(OPEN)

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Ms. Decumbry! Ms. Decumbry, can we get a word?! the blond super model stood, her chin held highly, her mussed blond hair falling and shaping her long and famous face. Everyone wanted a word with the British vampire, everyone wanted to know who she was wearing, what she thought. It was like any other club opening; everyone wanted Rose Decumbry to be there. She was that famous. At one time, Alianne; her niece; made a comment that Rose carried more fame than the President. She did. Nobody wanted to sit around and blabber on like drones about politics; they wanted an extremely hot model in front of them, smiling, showing flesh and taking pretty pictures. She sauntered up to one in particular; Glamour it looked like. Rose, can we ask who you’re wearing? she smiled the trademark smile that showed off her ‘overly sharp canines’ and perfect set of teeth. She was an idol to everyone; little children and such. I’m wearing Richard Nicoll top and skirt, Stella McCartney bag. she winked into the camera that was in her face, just as the flash popped. You look amazing as usual, how does it feel to be a style icon for everyone? How does it feel to have so many people look up to you? the question was one she heard quite often. She nodded, her burgundy colored lips pulling back to reveal seriousness. first off, thanks for the compliment. Being a style icon for everyone, it’s surreal. I mean, for people to want to dress like me, it’s really an honor. I mean, when I meet a fan who says they look up to me, I’m honestly, ecstatic. Mainly because, you know, out of all the people in the world, they choose me. she laughed a little, smiling as another camera flashed in her face. Just to hear people saying how they love you, and they admire you, it really is amazing. she smiled, before turning with a wave and courteous smile. It wasn’t that she didn’t dislike or fans, or appreciate everything that they’ve said, done and how they admired her, but she wasn’t exactly one to be admired for. With her vampire self, and a bloody past; things weren’t exactly admirable in her past. Her body posed in various ways; hands on hips and other various accentuating poses. The reason she was even here, was a club opening and an urgent request for her presence. She’d lied the first time and said she was doing a catwalk in Milan for fashion week; but when they kept persisting, she finally caved and had her name put on the VIP list. Her lips were back, revealing her beautiful and charming smile. She walked down the strip that most were on, posing and such, finally reaching the entrance of the club. Rose Decumbry, VIP. her smile was curt, her nod short. The bouncer pulled the door back, Rose teasingly patting his darkened cheek with a wink. The British supermodel walked by with such confidence, she might as well have owned the place. ----------------------------------------------- with a count 517, while she’s wearing this lovely attire

[Jakob sinclair]

A new city for some, meant a new adventure, new people to meet, and of course new things to see. Adventures were rare for this twenty-two year whom couldn’t help but look at his watch. It was an odd amazement as to why of all places he had chosen to visit- it had to be New Orleans? Of course, it was supposedly a hub for the ‘weird and supernatural’ or whatever-yet he wasn’t feeling it. Nope, no ghosts, no vampires or werewolves, not even a damned haunting. It was a little sad to say the least- but he guessed they went into hiding after Stephanie Meyer-Great, just swell. Glancing back at his watch- his eyes narrowed slightly as the watch hands seemed to tick slower or even more slower. With a light grunt, he gave waiting for his friend- the man was most likely out at the club already. Opening the door, he exited the hotel and out into the fresh warmth of the night. God, he had missed the humidity, the feel of it against your skin- it felt like paradise. Weather back in New York was quite odd to say the least- and this place despite it quirks was somewhat stable- which was well…Good all in all.

Jakob was his name, and to most he was just Jak. Silently, his head looked up at the night sky as he made his way toward the club he was supposed to meet Quinn at. Releasing a light sigh, he couldn’t help but feel just a little nervous. He’d never been to club…Ever, and here he was going to a brand new club to meet a friend whom most likely wasn’t there. Running a hand through his hair, he silently reminded himself to stay calm. For if he indeed did start freaking out- he was most likely going to wake up in a jail cell the next morning. Now, in all his worrying- he had forgotten the name of the club…Perfect, it seemed this night was just getting better and better it seemed. To top off his odd feeling- he was dressed in clothing his friend had picked out and bought for him. With a couple snaps of his finger, he managed to remember the name, and pushing himself past a few people- made it to the line. Of course, he as some blond twig made some poses for the cameras- some rich heiress most likely.

With a silent roll of his eyes, he slowly moved as the line moved forward watching as some got refused and others were let in. After what felt like ten good minutes- he had his turn. ”Jakob Sinclair V.I.P, I…um…guess” he said in a slightly nervous tone. Of course the bouncer seemingly nodded and motioned for him to go on inside. ”Thank you Mr.Clean- I mean sir” he said with a slight blush of embarrassment and quickly moved toward the door as the man made a sort of a growling sound. Once inside, he almost felt his jaw drop a little. Neon lights of various hues, wood floors beneath his feet, and what it not be complete without the heavy bass music. So, this was what heaven must’ve been like right? With a light shake of his head, he closed his mouth, and formulated a plan of attack. First, he needed some liquid courage-namely a shot of whiskey. Secondly, he would have to find someone to dance with- without his wingman. That, of course, would make matters a hell of a lot harder- but hell, he loved a challenge.

Carefully, he made his way toward the V.I.P area- almost curious to if it would be better then what the rest of the club looked like. It was worth a shot, and there was no use in not living life up for one night right? He had his health, he was still good looking, and plus he was on vacation-so he was all set to enjoy it. Though, he couldn’t help but think that maybe Emily would’ve enjoyed this. No, he couldn’t think that-she was out there somewhere, plus that sort of thinking could very well ruin his evening. Once he reached the V.I.P area, he politely ordered a shot of whiskey from the server, and sat silently in a chair out facing out from the area. He felt like a king for some reason, looking down at the people- yet they couldn’t see him. As the server came with the shot of whiskey, as ordered- Jakob silently took and without a second’s thought downed it. Closing his eyes as the burn hit his throat he closed for a few seconds before putting it on the servers platter.

So would begin a good start to first night he ever stepped foot inside a nightclub or club. Of course, he wasn’t here to get himself completely messed up before the morning. Now he had to find either Quinn or someone to dance. Though he preferred that someone be one of the female persuasion. Goodbye yesterday and hello tomorrow, was his special quote of the day for the day.

(sorry if it kinda sucks >.<)

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Famous people, she had all seen their face before. Heather Marks, Paris Hilton, Lindsey Lohan (not much surprise there though). She kissed their cheeks dutifully and watched them traipse off to other VIPers, drinks in hand. The poor mortal race. Her adoptive son Byron included. They were condemned to disease, addictions, and death. It was almost painful; but they needed to go. Their life was a natural life. A waitress with a pulsing heart that pumped visibly on the nape of her neck came to take her order. The woman met Rose’s eyes; dark chocolate to ice hues. Her eyes came to rest on a newcomer; some type of person she had never seen before. He was a human. An upcoming celebrity, perhaps? Rose’s left eyebrow arched as she turned to look back up. A Knock Me Down and Fuck me….extra dirty. One for him too, she finished her sentence slowly, eyes trailing on the specimen. For some reason, the male intrigued her. His skin, the flesh that trailed over his bare skin and face. With a squint of her eyes, she banished thoughts from her head of draining his pretty little neck. The considered man was yet still a boy. A rueful smile touched Rose’s lips as the waitress settled a drink to him, finding her way to Rose. She stood without a breath, her heels adding her extra height as the waitress handed her the drink with ease. thanks, here… she easily hefted out two hundred dollar bills. Get yourself out of this scene, you’ll end up getting killed. the young woman protested, but all the vampire did was shake her head. With a short nod, she walked off. Rose stood there momentarily, her desirable frame flashing many colors against the lights that bombarded off the club walls. It was silly; this was silly. Little did they know they were wasting their lives slowly away; probably their liver too. A giddy smile traced her darkened lips as the tip of the glass was raised to flow down her throat. Everything tasted the same after awhile. When you were her age; everything always did. All except blood. Blood had the sweet taste of iron, some had drugs laced in it; others virgin. It was always changing, never two persons the same. That was one thing to admire about humans. They were so alike, but ridiculously different. Her eyes moved over the human male, sitting in a chair. Her eyes flashed with pleasure, as lips pulled back to reveal her full smile. Rose wasn’t looking for a meal; oh no. She was looking for a little fun. He was facing the crowd, without any supernatural abilities he wouldn’t sense her coming either. Oh humans, so fun to toy with. Slowly, her strides began to meet him. Her hand swept over his shoulder carelessly, her blond head leaning in to press slightly over his cheek. It was a well known greeting, for the famous people in the world. Rose met his eyes for a brief second; no emotion in those blank, wide eyes. They moved out over the crowd, eyeing each and every one of them. The men who thought they were to cool to dance and just stood on the edges, sipping drinks and eyeing women. I haven’t seen your face in any tabloid, her thick British accent coated over the sounds and rhythm so that she was heard clearly to his ears. Who are you? ----------------------------------------------- with a count 581, while she’s wearing This lovely Attire

[Jakob sinclair]

Jakob knew there were others in this little V.I.P area- it was selfish to think this was all his. Though as he sat there- he felt for once that despite everything, that the world was his. A childish notion, but yet for him- you needed those sort of notions to get you through the day sometimes. He wasn’t ‘too cool’ or ‘rich’, nor would he claim to be- he was simply here because one of his best friends had a rich uncle. Luck had smiled upon him it seemed, though he would disagree to that. A small smile painted over his face- one he knew deep down was almost as fake as the silicone and botox which were in some of the people here. Despite those people down there- dancing in almost some perverted way- he watched the d.j. Conflict entangled his mind, the fight whether or not to just go down there and dance or stay here in this chair like some bump on a log. As the waitress came back and set a drink near his hand- he looked with a curious expression toward the woman- whom disappeared before he could ask whom bought it. From the appearance of it- most likely either a woman bought it for him, or well a guy.

Fact was, if he was caught drinking this- he might have to kill someone to get his manhood back. Joking aside, he still wondered as to whom had ordered it for him. Although, slightly creepy it was an oddly kind gesture within the creepiness. Well, it beat the hell out of whiskey right? Plus, he had never had one of…Whatever it was called, but was that fruit on the rim of the glass? Obviously someone wanted to butter him up, and then curiosity replaced itself with the heavy sense of paranoia. Knowing his luck, Quinn wanted to screw with him-so he’d buy Jakob a few fufu drinks. Now, he was waiting for Quinn to come out of hiding and laugh at him. Pushing the paranoia aside, he reached for the glass just the same, and grabbing it, marveled at how chilly it felt against his skin. Pulling the glass to his lips, he took a quick sniff of it- a mixture of smells hit his nose. Maybe, using some logic from some sort of movie- he could see if his mystery buyer had drugged the glass. That sort of thing wasn’t too uncommon in nightclubs right?

Returning his attention to the people below- he sipped the drink and blinked a few times. It had a slight burn, yes- but it wasn’t all that bad, rather it was kind of tasty. However, the blinking turned into a full blown widening as he felt a woman press her face against his. Namely, he was slightly surprised- then almost as quick as it happened he calmed down. His eyes met hers- the woman from earlier it seemed- my did she had stunning blue eyes. As her eyes looked away at something else, he followed her glance, the guys down below just standing there- and yet was he just like that? Her voice was not from around her that was for sure- especially when she said she hadn’t seen him in any tabloids. There went his secret- out the window, he was normal, and now a soft smirk formed. Part of him wanted to tease this girl, but that would be rude wouldn’t it?

” Nope, I‘m just a normal guy” he said softly a touch of a southern accent peeking through his words. ”I’m Jakob, it’s a pleasure to meet you miss?” he said politely. Manner’s would never cease to fail him-even though he was a little creeped out by how almost emotionless her eyes appeared. Well, it could be he was just talking with the devil, behind a mask of pale skin and ice blue eyes. Curiosity struck itself heavily upon his mind- as he glanced at the woman and then took another sip of his drink. Piecing two and two together he looked at her and rose his glass a little ” Thanks for the drink” he said once more in a polite tone before out at the dance floor once more. Really who was the woman? He had never heard of her before or seen her in any movie or such- an heiress most likely. Great, just what he needed to spend his night with so far…

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] The starlet was used to being in these situations. Approached first by a pig trying to seduce her and persuade her to leave with him. A smile danced over her lips, she was somehow putting this human in the exact same situation as well. When he took the sip of the drink, she all but burst out laughing. It was too good; a male drinking a feminine drink. Rose almost wanted to comment that one shouldn’t take drinks from strangers; the outcome could be quite disastrous. She would know. The natural blond had to act how being taken over by whatever drug had been laced through her drink many times before. Of course….she had to kill whoever tried to get her like that and she would go off with a full stomach and all well. Her eyes moved from the arrogant men, back to the stranger. He may have been a native here, or maybe around the area; his southern accent light and airy. How cute. A normal man, human, no ties. Even better. Normal, you say? her lips pursed teasingly. I don’t know about normal men…they seem…bland. her eyes found his again, a lighter and livelier look in them. Rose’s lower lip tugged out slowly, the plumpness forming a soft pout. The fact that this human didn’t know who she was; shocked her slightly. A VIP in a room full of celebrities, he didn’t know her. Jakob didn’t seem like the type of person to be all over fashion or fame, but regardless still. Her name was whispered often. Rose played it cool, an alluring smile crossing her features. Rose Decumbry. Heiress and super model extraordinaire…don’t tell anyone, she leaned into him, a mischievous look in her gleaming eyes. A vampire on the side. a coy grin took over her eyes; replacing the coldness as her drink tipped to her lips. This human had probably never even seen an actual vampire with knowledge of it. He would possibly think her mad; ask for her to be evaluated in a psyche ward. Rose’s lips twitched at the corners of the thought. She had been off her rocker enough times to be considered into one. Six accounted times she had ‘lost her marbles’. She had a record for going after her Great Niece’s love interests too; not in the incest way either. Rose would try to kill them, especially the one Ali was married to now. Ex-Werewolf gone vampire, an interesting man that she was still not on the best terms with. A mutual respect for the one they cared about most in life. Ali was all she had left, of an actual bloodline. But when they really did find out that she burned to a crisp at the touch of sunlight, oh how that would be bad. The secret of supernatural creatures would be out like a scurry of rats. All because of her too. What would they do with Byron, Ali? Her only somewhat family left? Byron wasn’t even her son, though the resemblance was strikingly good. Her thoughts snapped from themselves back into the reality. You’re welcome Jakob. his name rolled off her tongue with a purr attached to the end. An interesting name indeed; not being spelled the traditional way of Jacob and the pronunciation was lovely as well. Rose’s body moved slightly to the hypnotic and sensual beat; her slightly curved body rocking back and forth. She may have not had a body like Beyonce, but she also didn’t have a frame at all like the infamous Paris Hilton in the background. Her body was toned with muscle, possibly the curviest size zero ever perceived in life. Rose kept her eyes trained on a spotted werewolf, something she normally would have tried to dispose of. But no, she would be on her best behavior tonight; especially with all the paparazzi out there currently. Her blond hair tipped over her shoulder, revealing the flesh of her neck as she turned to peer at Jakob once more. So what’s a spoiled brat like me have to do to get a normal guy like you to dance? Because of her morals though; her new rule of letting them come to you instead of forcing a meal into your arms with promises of sex and such. Rose’s blue eyes danced onto his once again, a crooked but seemingly attractive grin taking hold of her features as she patiently awaited a reply. ----------------------------------------------- with a count 747, while she’s wearing This lovely Attire

[Jakob sinclair]

Jakob couldn’t help but chuckle at little at himself- despite his current company. Of course he had broken the one rule he had been taught as a child:Never take candy from strangers- but it wasn’t like he was in any real danger was he? Yet, it was rude to refuse a gift when someone so willingly gave it to you. So in a very strange way, he was at moral impasse-one at which he couldn’t simply pick which road to take. He wasn’t so afraid of being poisoned or dying from it as a result. Everyone dies, there was no denying that simple fact- and for Jakob, he knew the world would still spin on. Maybe it was a depressing belief- but you had to realize the deal you made when you were born. His head tilted a little as he heard her tease him. ” Yep I’m as a bland a blob of grey clay “ he said jokingly. To him wealth wasn’t judged by the money one made, or the car one drove, but the people that person put themselves. He was wealthy in the fact he had an amazing family- and friends that he’d fight tooth and nail for. When her eyes met his- he still couldn’t help but be transfixed upon the ice blue hue of her eyes.

A grin spread across his lips as he saw her pout- even though he had no true inkling of why she was pouting or what she was. He didn’t pay attention to the trends or the tabloids that littered the ground-for he couldn’t waste his time on it. School, Rena, and the instruments he played deemed themselves more important then lusting after wealth. These stars weren’t special- they were just like him underneath their fame. Skin, flesh, and blood- no divine talents. The woman’s new smile snapped him out of his own thoughts- and made him wonder about her. As she spoke, he nodded and listened to her introduce herself, her name sounded somewhat familiar but he couldn’t put a finger on where he had heard about her before. When she leaned into him, he felt the hotness of a blush lightly mar his cheeks. ” It’s a pleasure to meet you Rose” he said softly, thinking about the now awkwardness at how she had the same name as his sister. He could tell she was up to something, as something in her eyes was giving that much away.

Now, he knew he had horrible luck- he had gained favoritism with a crazy rich woman. Oh right, rich people weren’t crazy- they were eccentric, and now he was talking with a loon. Not that he couldn’t blame people- that Twilight crap could be addictive to some people he assumed. Though, he wondered why in the hell she would go around tell strange everyday guys she was a vampire? Of course, he wouldn’t call her nuttier then a fruitcake- because he did have manners despite most people his age. She was most likely one of those people whom had those fake custom made fangs, and bit people. Great, he almost felt like telling the poor woman he wasn’t into the whole neck biting scene- but one more he was going to be polite. However, he made a mental note that after tonight he was going to try and forget as much as possible about this woman. He would of course, plan to lie about his last name or give her a fake phone number. Maybe all this mental planning wasn’t exactly polite- in most cases as moments passed- they were quite foul.

She had been pretty kind to him for the last few minutes- and she didn’t deserve to just be given the cold shoulder to right? Plus, he knew with her being rich- there was no real point in running. Vampires and werewolves only existed in Hollywood right? They weren’t real, only real in the nightmares of children and in the silver screens of a movie theater. He was certain there was no truth in her words about being a vampire- and it wasn’t Halloween. Once more, she snapped him out of his thoughts and doubts as she spoke his name with a slight purr. Her voice was like honeysuckle- sickly sweet and so easy to calm and enrapture one in. A voice could be like a Venus fly-trap of sorts, lure you in, lower your guard, and then the person would strike. Part of him knew, to watch his step around Rose- it was almost a predatory hunch like when a deer knew it was surrounded by wolves. Everyone lies it seemed, and he doubted Rose would be whole heartedly honest with him. Call it paranoia- but for him it was something that he believed is what kept people alive.

Being one of his gender, meant that in most cases you were attracted to the flesh of the opposite sex. He was no different, as he glanced at Rose- noticing how her body lightly swayed to the crushing bass of the music of the club. She was beautiful in a way, but he knew it was the type of beauty that ran skin deep. Jakob couldn’t help but compare her to porcelain doll one would see in Paris. As she revealed her neck- he really didn’t take much notice of it- then she looked at him once more. Hearing her request, he gave a slight chuckle ”Well this street rat might embarrass you with his two left feet” he said in a joking tone. Taking a last sip of his drink, he stood up from his chair, and offered her his hand. ”But if it helps I’m willing to try my best” he said smiling a little. Well, it was worth a shot- nothing ventured nothing gained right?

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] It was almost impossible for one to be bland and gray as clay, as Jakob said it. One always had something interesting and alluring about them. She wanted to find out what made him intriguing and alluring. What made the poor mortal tick, what got him hot and bothered? She wanted to know it all. Rose laughed softly; running a soft hand ‘accidentally’ and it did look like an honest accident. Her hands moved delicately over his arm. With a tilt of her blond head, she smiled coyly. I hardly doubt anyone attractive as you is as ‘bland as a blob of grey clay.’ her laugh was one of the chiming bells; light airy and highly pitched. Like water dropping on such sweet brass. I’m sure there is someone as vibrant as the lights here deep down inside. I want to discover it, spoken with true honesty and yet a hint of sensual meaning. Rose herself; was a secretive person. Her eyes held her secrets, the many upon many. They were also the very key into her soul. People always commented on how she could twist her eyes to reveal a secret without saying a single world. A talent. She could be speaking the secret of how she killed half of London’s population, or speak the secret of her true identity. The luring vampire that hid behind a human mask. It was difficult to tell a vampire from a human, or werewolf. Thanks to the media of today; it made it simply easy to get away with it. Real vampires did not glitter, nor did they have golden eyes when they were full of animal blood. The thought of it made her gag mentally. Who drank such foul and disastrous blood these days anyway? Certainly not her. But to the media, it was easier to get away with things. She would no longer have to worry about it. Children and the rest of society had been lead to believe that real vampires sparkled in the sunlight, and that they didn’t have to worry about their bodies being drained dry while they slept peacefully in bed. A cynical and hidden smirk crossed her features. Right. They didn’t have to worry about such things happening while Rose was away. With the past Rose had, no mortal was safe from her uncanny hunger. Her once more eerie eyes flashed over the crowd. How many more vampires loomed over the club, her nose too clustered with other scents to decipher which was which. Turning her attention back to Jakob she saw a schoolboy blush on his cheeks. Also the looming of doubt. A frown crossed her lips, unease settling on her. She would make him regret doubting her truth. Her hand laced over the thigh of his pants, nestling where the fabric parted. Her lean was pleasurable with traces of pain as she leaned into him; a tight smile on her lips. Her eyes bore into his, sweet and kind with that evil touch of an ancient vampire. If you don’t believe me…believe me, I can prove it. her face loomed even closer to his; her lips dancing over his. Rose’s cheek brushed against his own; her cold eyes never leaving his. But I warn you…most wish they never even doubted me to begin with. her words were whispered straight to his lips, a little victorious smirk on her lips. Poor Jakob. He really did have no idea what he was getting himself into. Her tongue ran over the inner of her lips, leaning back off him with a slow pat to where her hand had just been placed. The last of her drink cascaded down her throat as she peered at him through the glass. The poor boy didn’t look like he went out often. After this, he’d try to find one to duplicate what she would. Too bad there would be none. Plenty of bodies close to hers; none like it to pin and needle. People closer to how her touch felt; none down to the prints on her fingers. Her hues flashed back to him as he stuttered out his greeting to her. How cute and silly! A smile danced on her lips for a second as she turned back to face the crowd. Her mind was racing; though not one of a fast pace but rather slow. The feeling of eyes ran through her body as it moved slowly, causing a satisfied grin to take hold of her features. As Jakob stood, she realized how much taller he really was than here; even in the heels she wore. It was no matter, her movements made up for less stature. Embarrass? Oh Jakob there went her purr again, rolling through barely parted lips. Rose’s lips went to brush under his cheekbone in reassurance. Trust me. her small and cold hand slipped into his, with a side glance as her face turned forward. The VIP section was to scarce for dancing, pictures sure to be taken and published all over the magazines on stands. Rose Decumbry with new man! Turn to page 24 to see proof! a slight and hidden roll of her eye proved such matter. It may have been almost a year since she had been in a decent relationship. The past wasn’t good enough to be dwelled upon; nor would she. Rose raised their connected hands over her head as she led them both down to the main floor. People would recognize her, but they wouldn’t act upon their whim to do anything. The bass had changed; now drastically dirty. The regular women in the cloud parted their legs and stuck their rear out further, bending over lowly. It was comical to see them try and seduce their dance partner. Rose smiled; she wouldn’t have to retreat to whorish dancing to have this Jakob begging for her. They were positioned so that they were near everyone else but not. And no, they weren’t the weird couple that danced strangely on the outskirts either. Rose did have a reputation to maintain. Turning to face him, she smiled up at him. Hope dancing is something you can handle. with a victorious smirk she turned opposite of him. Her rear started to slowly grind against him, despite the tempo of the song being hot and fast. It was probably a dance style the poor thing had never experienced or partaken in. the rest of her body slowly leaned back onto him, her head coming to rest underneath his neck. Oh, let the torture begin were her thoughts as her hips ground slower and yet slower with piercing accuracy. ----------------------------------------------- with a count 1,114, while she’s wearing This lovely Attire

[Jakob sinclair]

Jakob knew his new friend was going to try her hardest to well…Get to know him more, or ‘under his skin’ or whatever. As she moved her hand along his arm, he felt the hairs on his back stick up- it was like an ice cube being dragged across his skin. This poor woman really didn’t know that he did in fact have boundaries- but oh well. The tilt of her head made him know full well that she was planning something. Great, messing with the one woman whose sanity was questionable. Questions poured through his head- most of them regarding as to why the hell his friend hadn’t saved him. Though, he wished Quinn wouldn’t for well- Rose was pretty different…In a good way though, and it was comforting to be around someone whom wasn’t a fake or putting on a mask. He wondered if she truly was a vampire- but they didn’t exist. Nah, he would have to well you know precede this whole situation differently. Immediately he knew if she was indeed a vampire- then well he was pedigree vampire chow for sure.

Some said that flattery was best form of…Well something that Jakob couldn’t rightly remember at this moment in time. At Rose’s comment he merely gave a slow smile- either she meant that or she was playing him. Though, he wouldn’t put it past her if she was, in fact playing him. Rose’s laughter seemingly had some affect on him, pulling his attraction to her. Like the moth to the flame- and he was the moth in this situation. When she said her next line- merely believed now that she was just trying to butter him up. Though, if she wanted to know so much about him- he wouldn’t simply give up everything. Not the secret that he hated his mother for what she’d done- or the fact he still held hope that his fiancée would someday come home. For him, Rose could try and pry the secrets from him- but he wouldn’t tell her. He was stubborn in his belief that maybe some things were best to stay unknown. Then as he saw Rose frown, he felt his stomach turn a little nervously and the residual thought of ‘uh-oh’ played in his mind. He was either going to die, or she was going to cry-either option was sort of well…not really good.

Then almost as the thirteenth ‘uh-oh’ thought hit his mind, he felt her grab his pants. Now, that was playing dirty- and he felt a little fear- but didn’t show it rather he felt almost throwing out the ‘gentlemen’ mindset altogether. This woman seemed crazy enough to actually indeed make him a unic if she deemed it necessary. When she leaned in, he almost felt like glaring- but no he was going to wait to see what she said. As her eyes met his- he merely saw some hint of kindness- but his gut told him not to trust it. She was a model right? Which meant she was used to getting what she wanted- and no way in hell he was going to let some rich spoiled girl get the best of him on this night. He’d have to play it cool- rely on what he learned from those spy movies Quinn and him used to watch at the end of each term. What would James Bond do? Right keep the poker face up. “Oh I believe you” he said truthfully with a slight nod- he had been quite skilled at acting. Then when she moved her face closer to his, he didn’t blush at all as her lips grazed his. He didn’t happen to show any real reaction to her as she touched his face- but the cold of her skin was slightly soothing on its own.


”Where’s the fun in that? ” he said as she spoke on about how most regretted doubting her to begin with. As she finished up her assault, he saw the victorious smirk upon her lips. She think she won this- well, she had another coming indeed. After tonight, he wouldn’t find someone as crazy as her. Nope, he would stay the hell away from her and anyone as crazy as her.

As she took her glance away from him for a moment, he took a silent breath of air into his lungs. Rose’s words and the additional purr that followed it up with once more touching her lips to his flesh- what was up with this woman? Trust her, oh yeah trust the freaking crazy nut of a woman? Giving in, he decided to just her win this round as she took his hand and led him. It was a little odd someone as short as her leading a giant like him to the dance floor. As Rose stopped and looked up at him, he managed to look down at her. ”Sure I’ll see what I can do” he replied softly and then he felt like an idiot as her behind touched him and she began to grind. What was he going to do? He warned her he didn’t know had to dance. Deciding to mimic how the other guys were dancing, and then she leaned the rest of her body against him.

This night was seemingly becoming more and more strange and yet…Good in an odd way. As she slowed her grinding, he felt a little uncomfortable; however he stayed and endured this torture.

(sorry if it sucks)

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] One being doubted; was something one would seemingly not like. Rose was one of those people. Now would be the mental segment; just ask so and so. But the people who doubted her abilities were the ones who wound up with a nice and new grave. Her blue colored hues squinted towards him with a narrow. She wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t good with his little façade. Either he was faking or Rose just wasn’t getting the job done. The color of her eyes dropped a little; most men would be eating out of her hand by now. This one; would be the first who has ever denied her. Wouldn’t Ali just love to hear about that? Somehow the way his voice and body moved convinced her otherwise of his belief in her truth. Turning her face so that hair covered her profile; she smiled facing down. This poor and unfortunate little thing didn’t believe in supernatural beings? Well, only two really existed. Vampires and werewolves. And yet what more proof could he need? Hadn’t he heard about victims found being drained of their entire oxygenized blood? Rose’s eyes closed and opened slowly as she looked back to him. No words were said on her part; just an utter look of confusion. Would she kill him? Would she feed from him to prove her point in being that Vampires did actually exist? Instead of her usually guarded facial features, this was entirely dropped and open to viewing pleasures. But as quickly as usual; her guard snapped back up, heavily guarded with cold and fearful eyes. Rose didn’t know him; not even why he was here. Maybe he was playing stupid. Maybe this was the new toy Sevanni had set on her for her stunt with Hyde. Her pupils expanded beyond the perception of the darkness that surrounded them. A human to take out a vampire? Was Sevanni stupid or was he trying to send a message about something? That Rose was a weakling. A low and primal growl not audible vibrated through the back of her throat; an exhalation of worthless breath through her nose. She was facing opposite now, her features beyond a glower. She would possibly continue up her coy and seductive façade of her own. Sooner or later though, she would seek out. Follow his scent on an abandoned evening and see if it led back to the man Rose had despised more than her own maker. The man who had her maker and ex lover hired to kill her. Oh, the nerve. Sevanni was played a fool though; much too easily. Hyde was never completely over her; despite the fact he left her alone the night of her turning. Sevanni had fucked up. Big time. All the time while her thoughts were amuck and roaming with absolute craze, her hips were still rotating around in a seductive notion. It was all good and fun; but a tad boring. It needed some spicing up. Or maybe it needed toning down. She had never been denied anything in her entire life. She had gotten everything she ever wanted. Call her a spoiled brat or a priss; but she always did. Being ignored and blown off; was this rejection? No, it couldn’t be. She was not being rejected by some lower class sniveling kid! Her eyes widened as a realization came through to her mind. She was being rejected or blatantly ignored! This was something new; this was something that would not settle well with her. With a swift cut out from her hip, she turned to face Jakob. Human boys never knew what they wanted till it was right in front of them. Her eyes inspected him, her body enticingly close to his still. She could smell the oils that protruded from his skin the most; sweat and other bodily substances. The hearing of his heart beat so sweetly beneath his skin and bones. If her next trick up her sleeve didn’t work; she would leave him with questions unanswered. Probably thinking she was a crazy hag as well. Her blue hues ran over his with a quick dance of brief amusement. If I’m boring you quite already, then just tell me to leave. her voice carried delicately over the sound of the club. Rose’s hand moved to snake around his neck; barely even touching the sensitive skin back there. Her body carried its way up so that her face was near his earlobe. Truth in the matter was, every man Rose had ever acquainted herself with or been with; adored their earlobe being teased. Her lips moved to suckle on the lobe softly; her non fanged teeth biting into it with tenderness. Too much assertiveness could mean pain. Pain could result in even something worse than being rejected without words. Being rejected with words. It was hard for Rose; her exact dating lifestyle hadn’t been the same ever since she lost her werewolf lover Anthony to mortal bullet wounds. Just thinking about it caused frigidness in her body; unable to continued further. The blond vampire knew Anthony would want her to be happy. She had to keep reminding herself over and over again that it was what she needed to want for herself. Her lips parted from his earlobe, lips tensed together. Pain crossed over her features; washed away just as before though. I’m sorry, her eyes were cast down from his. ….. her head was bobbing about; confused between a nod or a shake of the head. With a slight tilt of her features and knit of the lines that remained invisible on her face; her body reacted on its own and turned to leave. ----------------------------------------------- with a count 953, while she’s wearing This lovely Attire

[Jakob sinclair]

Jakob knew Rose wasn’t all that pleased, and with her squint he managed to only catch a quick glimpse of- summed it up rather well. He felt slightly guilty about it- which only seemed to add up as each moment passed. It wasn’t that Rose was ugly or anything- quite the opposite, but he knew he was just being played. That annoyed him, but then again- maybe he was being slightly naïve about where he was. A place it seemed- where reservations and thinking went by some wayside. He needed to trust her- needed to know that she wouldn’t do what most everyone else did in his life. Pack up and disappear when the right time came, and he knew in some respects- Rose would do the same. In some ways, he felt like a small child hiding in some darkened closet. Part of him, it seemed wanted to so easily to drop all his guards and just trust her. Let her in, forget his nagging fears and believe she was a vampire. Glancing down at her, he saw the confusion mark her face- and he wondered as to why she was confused. Maybe she knew he wasn’t worth all the trouble?

Surprisingly, as quick as that look came- the faster it disappeared and was replaced with coldness. He was no one’s play toy- except it seemed for hers, and personally he felt one was enough. Of course he also had no real idea of who Sevanni was, or that he was in any way playing stupid. At that moment, he only wished she’d say something- or rather anything to end this seemingly awkward silence. Great, now he felt like an idiot and an ass for pissing her off. She didn’t deserve to be treated how he was treating her- she deserved a hell of a lot better then that. He wanted to know the real her, behind this façade she played- if of course, it was really a façade at all. As she turned away, his face seemed to show a tinge of both sadness and guilt. Of course, he couldn’t help but feel slightly well…Aroused a tiny bit as she grinded against him. Thank-you dad, it seemed for teaching him to hide his emotions well- and being unpredictable to others. Closing his eyes, he let his thoughts slip away as his body reveled in the grinding Rose was doing.

Most of his life, Jakob had never been one to ask for too much- and when he did- he worked hard to earn it. For most things in his life- it had required some form of work to achieve. On some weird and cosmic way- he was in a slight way rejecting her. He wasn’t ignoring her, in truth he didn’t how to well dance and was trying to learn by watching the other guys. Slow breathing took over as he gave into Rose, a decision he believed for once to be a good one…At least so far, for the moment- until he felt Rose jerk herself away and with that his eyes jerked open to look down at her.

He didn’t truly know what he wanted at this moment in time- but he knew that Rose was apart of that. Not that he’d say that, and quite possibly cause her to laugh and walk away. Embarrassment was so not on his list for things to achieve this evening. Thinking back on it for once- he was realizing now he truly didn’t think she was crazy- and yet he was confused. What if this was some trick- in which he’d end like those tourists in that Hostel movie? Though, he didn’t want her to leave, great and now he felt somewhat attached to the woman. Looking into her eyes, the blue was so beautiful, so striking- compared to his boring brown. When she spoke, he felt words dance upon his tongue, yet he knew those words would push her away and freak her out.

Hands made their way snake around his neck, and on instinct he put his hands on her hips. So, up she want like a snake- slow and steady as if he thought she was on a hunt. Blinking his eyes softly as he felt her tease his earlobe- this was a first for him. It felt good, and yet weird in some strange way. Nope, he wasn’t going to reject her- she had him now till she got tired of him. Then she stopped, which surprised him, and he hungered for her to continue. As she pulled herself away and looked at the ground- a pained expression on her face- something was certainly up. He tilted his head as he heard her say sorry- and he shook his head on instinct. When she turned and was getting ready to leave- he felt like a larger ass. She had done nothing wrong, and he felt guilty for even letting her believe that.

Grabbing her hand quickly, he turned her to face him and he quickly leaned down, and pressed his lips against hers in a kiss. Screw this reserved crap, hello impulse and spontaneous, and he slowly pulled away and moved his lips to her ear.

”You have nothing to be sorry about, I’m sorry for being an ass, I wasn’t ignoring you, I just don’t know how to dance, This is my first time in a nightclub…” he whispered taking a breath and continued, ” I want you to stay Rose…For me at least, I want to get to know you- the real you if possible…Plus I might not be able to grind but I can do this” he whispered softly as he pulled his head away and spun her against his chest. Yet, he didn’t know club dancing, but he did know some ball room. This was her decision next, and looking down at her, he gave her a playful grin. Who said he wasn’t full of surprises?

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] the poor woman had been through enough heartache in her life. Whether it be from being taken by her sire, losing her first actual love she had opened her heart to afterwards; or any short relationship that had got caught in between. Love was not her forte. Somehow in every relationship the woman had ever been in, she always ended up getting left. Ended up getting left or watching someone she loved die. Only once had Rose told her actual specie to anyone. And that was Jakob. Everyone else she had been with could smell death brushing over her shoulder with obvious illusion. It was almost a cliché; one that lured a werewolf or vampire, possibly even a human in. The smell of death, or what humans smelled was sweet from what she was aware of, and roses. Some thought vampires stank like a putrid skunk; but that was beside the point, or even relevant to her thought process. She never did the dumping. She was always dumped. Perhaps it was the fact that she came off to clingy. Clingy after who she had lost though. Clingy after the person she could have seen her life being spent from wretched from the palm of her hands. Painful, gut wrenching, emotions tugged on her innards. Despite how they danced over her; she kept her face calm and blank. Could you blame the woman though? She was one hundred and twenty years old, there came a time for settling down and she had long passed that. You had to give her that much; she was trying. But there was only so much that one person could possibly do. It was why she had turned from Jakob in the first place. Perhaps there was something there; something between them. For anyone else it would be worth experimenting with. Rose wasn’t one to play childish games. Her eyes moved slowly just as her body did in unison; only to have a hand clasp onto hers. Her first thought was to react with physical combat; but Rose restrained. There wasn’t a threat in his grabble for her hand; just urgency. For her; the movement was somehow slow as her body rotated to face him again. The looming of his complex over hers was the first she noticed; the distinct closeness of it. She knew what could possibly be coming next. Rose also knew she shouldn’t be about to do it either. Something inside of her told her to shut up and just do it. And then they were connected in peace. It felt beautiful, blissful and serene. Her first thoughts weren’t What will the cameras catch of this? it was instead; don’t let it end too soon. She let her hands swivel up his shirt, to find around his neck once again. And then it was over; much too soon for even her pleasure. When he had pulled from her entirely, her eyes searched his. She wanted to ask him where that had come from, why the sudden spark of interest. No words passed her lips though; she was afraid her tongue would knot itself and she wouldn’t get any words out. Her lips parted slowly as he began to speak. This was new. Her lashes batted, her expression knitting trying to form thoughts on what he was saying. The mortal side of her was screaming to love him, do whatever he so desired. The part of her that was also taught how to wait on a man hand and feet before her own. The part of her that had been alive for more than a few decades and survived on human flesh and blood; told her to watch her step with caution. The vampire was torn between whether or not she should tell him her entire past. Or perhaps just the part that made her seem human. But that wasn’t exactly fair to either of them. Rose placed a silent and cold finger over his warm lips, staring over his shoulder. This would make or break whether she got shipped off to the looney bin or not. The ballroom was just an added plus. Since she was about to drop more than a bombshell on the poor thing, she resorted to just the sentimental rocking back and forth. Rose could hear the beating of his heart as if a drum had sounded out. I’ll stay…Jakob. her lips sounded out the word slowly. By now her head came to rest on his chest, ducked nicely underneath his chin; ear pressed delicately to the nape of his neck. The sound of blood rushing through his body and the slight palpitation of his heart; it was what made him human. A sudden guilt passed through her being. Did she really want to usher him into the knowledge of his deepest nightmares? Jakob…I don’t think you want to get to know me better. I don’t even think you want to know the real me. her voice spoke with subtle seriousness. It was not too late to rewind and chew her words back up; they were already out on the table. There were so many awful and dreadful things in her past that she didn’t want to pass on anyone else. She didn’t want him to feel responsible for her pain and long lasting suffering. Thing is…you already know part of the real me. there was an ultimate war raging in her voice. Evidently, the seriousness had won out. A low hum beneath the bass escaped her lips as her eyes fell closed. She would wait for the moment Jakob realized she wasn’t mentally insane about her being a vampire an actual truth. Rose was also waiting for the questioning and the pleading. The stereotypical sayings of media before her. It was for the best, somehow, in some sense. ----------------------------------------------- with a count 994, while she’s wearing This lovely Attire

[Jakob sinclair]

Jakob in most cases was never the person to dump others- he couldn’t do it. From most experiences, he in fact did believe he was somewhat cursed. After Emily’s disappearance, the preverbal relationship well pretty much dried up. It was hard, to even let new people in. The people in his life seemed to use, and then cast him away almost like a stone. Now as he stood with Rose pressed against him- he felt oddly calm. Blinking his eyes softly, he slowly began to doubt his earlier thoughts about Rose being crazy. So, she was a vampire, most likely complete with the Dracula package. Was she allergic to garlic or holy water? Of course that most likely meant- he was on the menu of the evening. Yet, it seemed despite the normal fears that one was supposed to face- he wasn’t. Oddly, he wasn’t afraid, nor did he seemingly want to run away. So Rose was unique, and as he looked down at her, a small smile formed on his lips. Now he wondered if this night would probably be the first and last he’d see Rose. There was probably some form of protocol when it came to meeting humans- like no eating until the second date.

It seemed that looking back on the kiss- maybe he should’ve held it slightly longer. Great, now she probably thought he was some desperate sort of freak right? As seconds lingered into moments- he wondered what she was thinking. Hopefully not one of those thoughts people got when choosing a lobster from a tank. Or was she considering him like some form of wine or fine alcohol. It was a little scary to say the least, but not so much that he’d be shaking or running away. His heart it seemed thumped nervously in his chest- he knew because he could hear every beat his heart made. As she said she’d stay, he could’ve sworn his heart almost fluttered. So he wasn’t some freak or weirdo- and maybe she did in fact like him. Well, that was good it seemed as he realized at that moment- just how cold she felt against him. Leaning his head down, he merely gave a light kiss upon the top of her head. Did he really consider packing up and leaving her only moments earlier? Yet as more moments passed- he couldn’t help but feel attached to Rose- damn it.

As she spoke about how he most likely didn’t want to know her any better or the real her, he merely blinked in response. Was she thinking that he’d be afraid? Or that he’d run away once she told him? Truth be told, he wouldn’t- for he’d already made his decision when he grabbed her hand. There was no going back now, nor would he ask her to spare him if she indeed did want to eat him. Of course he only took a few moments to gather his thoughts ”I’m not afraid really- well a little mind blown, but not you know terrified” he said softly to her, with a nod. ”I have an idea, if your willing you ask me a question and I’ll answer truthfully, and if you permit me to ask you some questions as well” he spoke in a soft tone with a large smile upon his face. ”Or I could just shut up if you’d like” he said in a joking tone. As she spoke again- he heard her words and let them sink in. Nobody was perfect- hell you were an idiot to believe anyone was truly perfect. Everyone had their flaws; it was what made people special and unique.

“You know I hate monkeys and watermelon so well…” he said and putting his thumb under her chin lifted her face to kiss her again. This time holding it longer, and after a few moments pulled away and looked at her. ”You’re not getting rid of me that easy, I mean not everyone’s perfect- and from the parts of you I know of- I like” he said with a slight nod. Kissing her on the cheek softly ”I trust you completely Rose…I’m not going to run away and leave you I promise” he whispered into her ear softly. ”Do you have a cool cape or turn into a bat?” he whispered in a joking tone. Realizing it was probably not the best or mature joke to make he looked at her with an apologetic smile “I’m sorry” /b he said softly and wrapped his arms around her once more.

Maybe he was a little stubborn in his decision to still go through with this. No way in hell would he simply leave her all alone in this club- he would stay here. Despite whatever fear he held in his mind, he would stay. As he heard her hum with her head pressed against his chest- he couldn’t help but think at how normal this felt with her in his arms. Glancing down, he smiled sweetly as she closed her eyes- she looked beautiful to him. He wouldn’t plead for his safety, nor would he seemingly ask her annoying questions of what she was. Though, he did have some questions- they weren’t about her vampirism, more so about what she liked and disliked. He knew she’d have some awesome stories to tell- while he on the other hand, was mostly likely going to bore her to death. This would be the forth state he’d been to, and she most likely had traveled the world. His fingertips merely rubbed against the fabric of her top as he awaited her to speak.

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] It was true enough to say Rose had been around the block a few times; of course speaking of age. The oldest of what she knew; besides Sevanni and Hyde. They were the only who she knew older. And wouldn’t they find it amusing that she had found another love that ran with the mortal race. As his heart palpitated in her ears, she realized she didn’t care. Her arms gave a slight squeeze and let herself sink into him. The fact that she had just met Jakob didn’t matter either. The fact that his heart was a drum in her ear, the fact she was almost sixty years his senior didn’t either. Nothing mattered except the fact that his warm flesh stayed wrapped around her, his voice in her ear. It was rhythmical and soothing. The two key components she needed on a daily basis. It was a type of security she called upon to keep her sanity; a sanity that those close to her had probably questioned many times. It wasn’t the fact that she was crazy. She really wasn’t. She just had hard trips to the ground and hadn’t been able to quite recover completely. It was sad, really. Rose hadn’t done anything in her human life and a large part of her immortal. There were only one or two slip ups; her turning night and Moscow. Everyone she had killed was human; just like Jakob. Her eyes furrowed as she pulled her head back to peer up at him. Had he really just said he wasn’t scared? Rose’s eyes closed silently, holding very still. Then, slowly, she pulled his hand from around her. I’m cold, like ice. she murmured, his hand pressed against her cheek and hand holding it softly. Her hand moved them down over her throat; where her pulse would have been second strongest. I have no pulse… then to hover around her mouth. I don’t breathe and I sometimes get a thirst for human blood that I can’t help and go a little…crazy and kill. her eyebrows furrowed again, a purse of her lips. You should be petrified of me. Why aren’t you? it was her question to him; in which he would ask her a question in return. A small and complacent danced over her lips as he listed two of his dislikes. It was cute; admittedly. Almost like a school boy thing they had going on. Rose was the teacher though, not the pupil. Her lips were tangled in yet another kiss; one that when he pulled from her left her eyebrows slightly raised. His words after that were ones that would have melted her heart and buckled her knees. He was too sweet for his own good; sweeter than anyone she had ever met. It was tempting not to stop his lips from moving with a swift kiss of her own. Rose though, refrained. How had he spoken with such confidence in his words been beyond her reasoning? Some days she couldn’t even trust herself. And yet here he was, putting his undoubting trust in someone he had just met. Whether it was stupid or romantic, she couldn’t decipher either. Rose even chortled softly at his joke, running a finger over his lips and shaking her head. No need to be sorry, she said in a low breath. Her head tilted up to allow her lips to cruise over his; her eyes flickering in his. I don’t have either. Just a big old mansion, fangs, the blond smiled to reveal those canine teeth that were oddly sharper and a tad longer than what was normal. superhuman abilities and such. her lips lingered over his continuously, a smile capturing her lips. Their bodies were pressed inseparably close and she liked it. Rose could listen to his heartbeat; hear the pitter patter that she so longed to hear in her own ears once again. Another question…how would feel about me kissing you again…? her eyes danced over his, lips lingering closer and closer with each passing pause that hit her. Slowly, she let her lips press against his; the lushness of his lips tasting beneath hers. Rose’s hand snaked up to cup his face slightly, drawing him into her more. The vampire may have been dead, but she sure as hell wasn’t a fry short of a happy meal as some quoted. She stayed locked on him; refusing to let go out of want for more. The model kept her lips trained to his; hearing a distinct sound of a camera flash in the distance. That could have been her being in front of the camera, or it couldn’t have been. She didn’t care. Finally, after several moments of closed eyes and entangled lips, she pulled back, letting her arms slacken to fall around his waist again. She let her eyes open; doped expressions leaving her face slowly. I hope you didn’t, she mused out, smiling with a small grin. It was then that she realized how loud the music was. Jakob wouldn’t hear her if she decided to speak quietly anytime soon. It needed to be quieter; somewhere where she wouldn’t have to speak in what she considered a loud voice. Rose leaned up, to speak softly in his ear. Do you want to go? Speak somewhere quieter? either way, she would get to be in his presence. Her blue covered hues sparked over his, mischief but a wanting as well. Rose wanted Jakob all to herself as of now; but didn’t want to rush things like she seemed to have an issue with. With Anthony, it had just been sex, sex and more sex. And then he was dead. There was little communication, possibly why she missed him so much. She didn’t know him in the time they had been together. There really was no other explanation to why she wanted to take things ‘slow and steady’ with Jakob. It may have come off weird that she was zoning while she was staring at him, but it happened when she thought. ----------------------------------------------- with a count 1,022, while she’s wearing This lovely Attire

[Jakob sinclair]

Jakob didn’t really mind that Rose was a vampire- or that she was oddly cold. As she gave a slight squeeze- he jokingly widened his eyes. In some ways, this was dangerous- for if something went wrong, he could die. Yet surprisingly, he did not care about that, nor did he show any signs of worry upon his face. Parts of him, wondered though as to how old she indeed was- but it was rude to ask a woman her age wasn’t it? Glancing down at her, he smiled to himself at to how comfortable she was. So was he a sofa? Well, it beat dinner or dessert at least. Something about her, calmed everything in his head, he felt at ease. The blaring noise of the music dulled within his ears, the only sounds he could really hear was the noise of his heart beating. So much for keeping himself away from others- it seemed Rose would have someone wrapped around her finger. It mattered little, every vampire was supposed to have a Renfield right? Though, admittedly he thought the idea of eating insects was well…Rather disgusting. Slowly, the mental image of Rose dressed up as Dracula, and he being hunched over and following her around.

Of course, when she looked up at him, he slowly looked back down at her. Now, he realized he probably said something wrong. Oh dear, he was in for now wasn’t he? As she returned her head back to his chest and closed her eyes- he felt slightly scared. When she grabbed his hand- he let it relax in her grip. Her words, only made him smile a little- he loved the cold. Noticing that she held his hand, which it seemed for him was the only thing that mattered. With that she moved his hand to her throat- of course there was no pulse. So, she really was trying to scare him away- make him fear her, and of course it wasn’t working. The fact remained, that he had already made up his mind about her, and there was no turning back. Letting her continue, he let her words sink in- and yet he still wasn’t afraid. As she asked her question to him, he gave a faint smile “Because, well I really don’t mind it truthfully” he said with a slight nod. So she was a vampire- of course that meant that this would be the very first vampire he’d possibly ever date.

Hearing that sigh leave Rose’s lips, almost made him marvel at how cute she was. Lucky him, to think an undead and possibly deadly woman was cute. Though as he held her in his arms- he felt oddly normal, all things considered. So, this would most likely be good material for a tourism video for this city. However, it seemed he doubted he actually wanted to reveal her secret. Not out of fear, but rather because she cared enough to trust him with such a heavy secret. Once more, he allowed himself to close his eyes peacefully. Most likely, he had some idea that come tomorrow he would indeed be in some tabloid. Though, it seemed to matter little, for he wasn’t hunting for fame- and he only wished that when tomorrow came-Rose would be there. Hope it seemed, became a fire which burned in his chest- hope that he would see her again- and maybe it wouldn’t be days or years away. Truth was he spoke with confidence, because for him being a man meant sticking to your words- and being honest to someone.

Trust, was something most had to gain or had to prove to earn for Jakob. Though, surprisingly Rose was someone he knew he could trust. It was a foolish action most could assume, to simply and blindly trust someone without knowing them for long. However, Jakob believed that there was some good in everyone. Rose, could be trusted- which meant he would willingly give his life to protect her. She was a friend, and that meant hell couldn’t stop him from protecting her. As she felt her cool finger graze against the flesh of his lips- he slowly nodded and smiled sweetly. His eyes met hers again, and he saw her ice blue hues- and he could’ve sworn he saw a spark within them. When she said she only had a mansion and fangs- he felt a smirk touch his lips. Of course, as his eyes glanced toward her fangs- he felt like little red riding hood in a way. Still, he showed no fear, but rather a growing curiosity. Her smile brought him back to reality and he looked at her, a smile formed again to match hers.

Realization, at how close their bodies were pressed together struck upon his mind like thunder. He liked the coolness against him, it felt soothing- and he didn’t want it to be replaced. A light chuckle exited his lips, as he heard her question ” Well, I don’t know mam’ ” he said playfully. Each of her movements, caused him to match it, slowly he moved his head closer toward hers. Then he felt it, the kiss- to which he eagerly returned, closing his eyes briefly. Soft, yet cold skin touched his face, cupping it- and instead of resisting he gave in. Rose wasn’t crazy, no; he was crazy for thinking in anyway that she was. As each second passed, he felt her hunger and something in his gut hungered for more. He was unaware of the click of a camera, rather even if he was aware- he wouldn’t care. Lungs began to burn slightly, nagging his mind that he needed air, but yet he pushed the burn aside.

When the kiss ended, and she pulled away, he took a light breath of air to cope with the light headedness which came. As her arms returned to his waist, he slowly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. His heart beat slowly returned to its normal beat, and he felt the light headedness ease away. Awareness that she did indeed want to speak to him, it would be impossible considering. Maybe, a change of scenery was needed- he didn’t care unless he was with Rose. As she stood up on her toes to whisper in his ear- he merely nodded at her words. Once more, she looked into his eyes, and there was a glint of mischief in them. If she wanted him all to herself; then he was hers and only hers now. He was willing to take things slow with her, and get to know her better, before he wanted to make any life altering decisions. Said decision, for him- involved becoming part of the undead. Noticing her zoning off, he chuckled lightly and leaned down and gave a kick kiss on her forehead. ”Lead the way” he said with a beaming smile.

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Rose possibly couldn’t keep reprimanding herself for staying so long with Jakob. It was odd; a human and a vampire pairing once again in her life. She had once been so set against the pairing of immortal and mortal specie. But yet she could account that she had been in two. Anthony, as well as possibly Jakob. As the thoughts tossed around in the depth of her blond head, she tried to reach possibly similarities between them. Caring, passionate, but nothing really physical. It was good, to know that she wasn’t still chasing after a deceased person. Doing so would get her nowhere. Her blue hues traipsed over the flesh and cloth above her as he spoke, a slow close over her eyes with a depict able hum. He wasn’t afraid of the fact that if her tempered pushed an ounce past its boiling point, he would die. It was handsome and chivalrous, something she admired in any specie. Rose’s head pulled back to look at Jakob, eyes searching his. Was he telling the truth? Or was it some type of scheme to justify his right and way into her pants. As her search for a fault in his eyes; she gladly found none. It was an odd sense to even think that she had been this lucky and found someone so quickly; and let him know a secret she rarely ever revealed to anyone, let alone one of a vampire list as well. The thing was, Rose being who she was and her wealth, she was used to getting what she wanted and when she wanted it. The vampire had also been more than half positive she would be moving back to her hotel room alone. Here she was though; being held in the arms of a man who had been the one to closely reject her. I’m glad you’re not put off by it. Perhaps turned on? her question was spoke in a teasing voice, a coy example hidden in her eyes. But he was simply human. A human who could hopefully one day, fathom what world he really was surrounded by. Rose had never turned a human into a vampire; not by choice at least. She probably had one or two fledglings floating around who loathed her rotted and decomposed intestines to the core. But what choice did she have? At the time, she was young, scared and frightened. The thought of being an accused murderer by draining one of their bloods petrified her and she acted upon impulse. Rose’s eyes flickered up and down Jakob, taking him in. would he be able to handle when she had to pour her blood into his system? He would see her most vulnerable moments, see her most sacred secrets. Those who had; thought of it but nothing but just a dream. Her head tilted, eyes blinking innocently and widely at him. It then hit her, a realization she should have kept in the back of her head all along. He needed oxygen, needed to breathe through his nose and mouth. Her eyes widened in shock and fear. Had she hurt him? Caused him short of breath? Sorry, I forgot you need….air. her tongue ran over the pronunciation of the last word, a somewhat guilt expression on her face. An honest mistake. Rose kept her face clear of emotion as she took a small trip back to the past. Another parallel repetition. The breathing she had forgotten was needed for basic survival of those with a pulse. If the ability of blushing was within her reach, Rose would have been doing so right now. Her mind tensed back to the present, eyes trailing on Jakob. Handsome, gentlemanly, in a sense the perfect match; but would those three structures and a few others hold such a relationship up? She knew others would swat her hand with a ruler; Hyde, Sevanni and Aubrey being prime subjects. Hyde, because, well, he was her semi stalker. And abuser. Who knew what else the thing had up his sleeve? Rose peered at Jakob through a tuft of neatly placed hair, wondering how he would handle an encounter with the assassin. Would the two set aside a difference for one similarity? Rose let out a mental shudder as she thought how badly and opposite everything could go if Hyde decided to make a meal out of Jakob. Her grip around his waist tightened instinctively; signaling she was just as protective over him, if not more, as he would possibly be her. It was in her nature as well as specie. Protective and impulsive over someone that threatened a ‘possession’ of theirs. Her eyelashes batted slightly at the cynical thoughts of what she would possibly have to do to protect this new found ‘boyfriend’ of hers. That terminology. Was it official? Were they official? She had overheard others joking about making a relationship “Facebook Official”. Would they need to do that to get the word out? A smile and arched eyebrow let herself know that was not needed. Just the cameras kept flashing and flickering with flash every second. At least one of those pictures would be of her and Jakob. Instead of resenting her acting and emotions, she embraced them. Perhaps, it was time for her to fall in love again. Or get back in the saddle. Two long years had passed since a good relationship blossomed in her face. This was needed. So, Jakob. she paused slightly over his name, smiling to him. Do I have the right to call you my…boyfriend? her tone was whimsical, to functionally match her serious eyes and teasing expression. The term Boyfriend and Girlfriend seemed thrown around too often; over used and worn out like a good and loyal farm dog. With a brief nod and toss of her head, Rose reassuringly squeezed his hand as her eyes scanned where they could escape unnoticed by many. Their best luck was out the back door. Rose led them through the grinding crowd, her vampire agility allowing just her to move so fluently. It was yet another reminder; Jakob was still human. Despite her notion of rarely ever using what she had nicknamed ‘human speed’ she slowed her strides to match his equally. Pushing the handle down and applying her weight; she opened the door and stepped into the night air the chill warming her skin. The door fell shut behind her, and Rose looked cautiously down the end of the alleyway that succumbed to the inner of the club. No paparazzi. Of course not. Who would hang around for a couple of club rats and their drunken stupor? Turning to face him, she spoke in her normal voice. A voice that would be just above a whisper and below a normal vocal cord expectation to human ears. I am so hot for you right now, partly true. It was more of a reassurance to her, and a game. She wasn’t done seducing the poor thing, or playing with his emotions and his ability to hold off. Winking, Rose turned heel and started her stride out of the alleyway, looking down to see the cameras that hid faces at the interest. Perfect, perfect getaway. ----------------------------------------------- with a count 1,208, while she’s wearing This lovely Attire