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Post by byron on Aug 22, 2010 15:10:46 GMT -5
Byron I just want to make sure you’re doing fine. I mean you barely even know your away around the estate let alone a hole other continent. it was his mother, Rose on the other end of his phone, chattering away into it. She’d brought him everything he could possibly imagine; hell, which was why he was in New York. Rose had bought him a flat. he hadn’t even been further than out of his orphanage. “Rose, I’ll be fine. I mean…I’m seventeen, I’ll be fine.” He chuckled softly, meeting the eyes of several people striding down the street opposite of him. “You know that, ma.” Oh Byron, I know that…but you’re human, and you know what’s out there. his tweed jacket pulled closer around his muscular frame, Byron’s hand ran through his hair, a crooked smile tracing his lips. “Ma, come on. I got vocals like a freight train and long limbs to carry me far. If you keep worrying about your boy, you’re going to get worry lines.” He could hear her sigh on the other side, distant murmuring in the background. Very funny Byron. Look, I need to go do this walk and need to….catch a meal later. Call me when you’re done worrying your mother sick. he laughed again, tossing his head carelessly back. “Yes ma’m.” And waited for her to hit the end dial.
Byron really didn’t know what the point of him going out was. He didn’t know anyone, let alone have any friends to meet up with. His stride lengthened carelessly, eyes cast carelessly down to avoid looking anyone in the eyes. The attractive male needed a release as he strode carelessly into a bar with a glance at the waitress who looked up at his arrival. He found his place at the bar, ordering a glass of soda, with a fatty burger and fries. No patron came to speak of drunken words to him, the low hum of music dancing over his ears. Byron worried about his mother in ways people couldn’t really fathom. His mother was a vampire, yet entirely famous. How she did it, he wished he knew. In fact, within only several weeks of living with the famous Rose Decumbry; he’d had his picture snapped more times than he could wish.
How a ‘twenty one’ year old had adopted a seventeen year old. The male snorted as he took a sip of his drink. Twenty one year old his ass. His adoptive mother was more than twenty one; add on another one hundred years and everything would be perfect. Byron said nothing, his blue eyes gleaming in the reflection of a mirror. Most had only dreamt that vampires and werewolves existed in their nightmares. His guardian was a vampire. Unbelievable. And she had strictly set rules around the household he lived in most of his time. 1) Don’t invite anyone home, especially someone you just met. 2) If an overly attractive woman, who thinks she’s a seduction magnet asks to leave with her, don’t. 3) Don’t tell anyone about her being a vampire. There were many other rules, rules he followed down to a pin. He had been in one house before, and they rid of him within two months. He wanted Rose to keep him around. It wasn’t just because she gave him nice things, spoiled him rotten and such. She had that motherly air, and treated him like a son. Most teenagers found being babied by their ‘mother’ annoying; he relished in it. Byron had also asked her to change him into a vampire as well.
The look in her eyes though; sent pain through his heart. Rose so calmly explained to him why she wouldn’t. The Decumbry line. It needed to be continued, apparently. Byron hadn’t been educated in his ‘personal’ history but he shortly found out that the Decumbry line was long and respected, full of wealth. Keeping the line alive would mean reproducing. Something he couldn’t even think about yet. Hey doll, looks like something’s bothering you. the waitress with gray hues who had looked him at the door, leaned over the side of the bar. “Not at all, why would you ask?” his eyes glittered mischievously as he took in the low cut of her alluring tank top. You seem a little mopey, maybe you could use a little cheering up, her tongue running over her lower lip. The crooked grin of his took hold of his lips and pulled back to reveal white teeth. “What do you have in mind?” her head threw to the side, revealing her neck.
Was this how his mother worked? She talked to attractive men and worked up sex appeal? He wouldn’t deny that his mother was beautiful; she was flawless and perfect. But the thought of her doing exactly what the woman, not much over twenty was doing as of right now. Byron smiled politely, but swallowed bile. Oh, I don’t know. Maybe a little playtime, then we can get down to the real business. now, Byron wasn’t one to turn down a good old round of sex; let alone with such a beautiful woman in front of him. But the thought of his mother just jumping into his mind and doing this precise thing; ruined his mood. “Sorry ma’m. I’m not in town for long and I uh, like a nice call every once in awhile.” He winked playfully. “Better luck next time.” The woman pouted slightly, but skulked off. Byron smiled, downing the last of his drink; signaling for a refill and went on chewing his death sentence meal.
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