EXCEPTIONS (Jakob)

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] She was still occupied in Louisiana, finding that she’d be staying there for almost a week. It was fine with her, mainly because she had nothing better to do. Rose hadn’t heard from anyone, not even Ali. All she did from was her son Byron, and even then those were through phone calls. The vampire had just returned home from a formal event, a dinner, to which she had to give a speech about the fashion world. Sliding her hotel key into the slot, she pushed her way through to the welcoming smell of freshly cleaned sheets and vacuumed carpet. Rose stopped to stare around, noting everything in its little way. She was taking precaution. Who knew who was out to behead her pretty little blond head this week? But whoever was and if out to get her, wouldn’t be that stupid. Relaxing slightly, she made her way over to the bed, lightly picking up the remote and flipping through the channels of the television. This was what her road trips consisted of. No, not entirely. If she was with several of her closer human friends, she’d go out and have a good time. Her blue colored hues stopped in a channel of her that evening. An eyebrow arched delightfully, as the anchor woman only said pleasing things to her ear. Rose wondered if Jakob had seen it, or if he was too busy with other importance’s to watch the Hollywood news channel. Her hand wisped over the golden necklace she still wore and had just seen on the television. Jakob. Her boyfriend. Ironically, she wasn’t even looking for one when she came down here. Just on important business. She had called Ali the minute she had gotten back to this very hotel and left a voicemail, still no reply from her. To busy being a married couple. Her mind filled with giddiness at the thought of Jakob. The way he held her like she was breakable, the way he kissed her and looked down upon her with adoration. He, in all trueness was what she had been looking for all along. The whole he being human and she being a vampire didn’t bother her at all. In fact, it made things much more interesting. She would be the one having to worry about breaking him . A small smile crossed her lips as her fingertips soothed them. After all, he was so endearingly handsome she almost couldn’t stand it sometimes. The deep pools of his eyes and how they could hold her stare on free will. All in all, it sent a chill through her spine. To think both of them wouldn’t be together would play them both for fools. When she would see her partner next, she’d have to call him. Hear his soothing tone. Her name, Rose Decumbry is in fact dating a normal human being, his name unknown. her eyes flickered from the wall she had her thoughts focused on, to the television. They had gotten a photo of them sharing a kiss. She blinked, before feeling an inevitable blush creep into her cheeks. There she was, kissing Jakob. Not even anger that she had gotten caught in the act could overcome the joy that flooded her. She would be stupid to say she wasn’t struck with a case of puppy love. But the poor lad would be bombarded with stalkers with cameras of his own surely soon. Her phone picked into her hand as she thought about warning him. Rose decided on it, knowing how badly a shock of having a rush of people trying to get your picture was. Rose left a quick message, explaining the situation. With deliberately slow movements, she moved to the bathroom, sighing not out of any dour mood. She slipped out of the long and clenching purplish blue dress she had been wearing and hung it up in the closet only to slip into a pair of ratty sweatpants and a tank top. It was a necessity, seeing as how she wasn’t one to sleep in the nude unless circumstances permitted. The makeup came off along with the jewelry and she paced somewhat out of boredom, before climbing into bed, once again flipping through television channels, hoping something exciting would happen. ----------------------------------------------- with a count 713, while she’s wearing sweats and was wearing This lovely Attire

[Jakob sinclair]

Jakob himself had been in the city for almost a week, and well despite Rose it had become quite boring. Silently, he opened the coke bottle on his hotel room table- and took a few sips. Glancing over at the cell phone on the table, he wondered if anyone was going to call. Of course, he had annoyingly answered his phone an hour ago- only to be annoyed by his best friend. Apparently, becoming a model’s boyfriend made you a lady-killer or some crap like that. Yet, as he looked at the cell and wished the one person he wanted to call him would. Though, he knew she was probably busy and most likely didn’t want to be pestering her with useless crap. Silently, he stood up from his seat at the small table and quietly plopped himself on the bed and turned on the t.v. Quietly, he began flipping through the channels and yawned as he did so- until he stopped at one channel. Blinking softly, he merely gave a light chuckle as redness marred his cheeks. Coughing a little nervously, he gave a quick glance over toward his cell phone-nope no calls. Getting up off the bed, he silently paced his room, now he was nervous and slightly bored.

He hadn’t been looking for someone when he had came here, but then again funny how some things turned out. It was also somewhat of a shock, when he released he was indeed dating a vampire. Though the shock went away after an hour- and then he called his sister to explain. Of course, he had left out certain parts (Rose being a vampire) for one, but he at least had her support. Releasing a low sigh, he hated to admit it- but he missed Rose terribly. The way she laughed, the coldness of her skin, and the way her blue eyes sparkled when the light hit it just right. Call him selfish, but all he wanted at this moment was to hold the woman in his arms. Looking at his watch, he debated showering, getting dressed in cleaner clothes-and going to visit her. Would this be considered creepy if he did so? Great, that was all he needed- to be considered a freak to his very own girlfriend. Even though, the woman could with no hesitation snap him like a twig if she so desired. Gulping loudly, he made the quick mental note- never forget their anniversary or any other important holidays to Rose.

Glancing back toward the t.v, he grinned as the news woman only seemed to mention him as ‘Name Unknown’. Well, at least he was nameless right? Yet, surprisingly as he watched the image- he felt happy as he saw the smile on Rose’s face. For him, that was that truly mattered- was that smile on her face. Giving yet another glance down at the watch on his wrist- he gave a huge grin as he ran toward the bathroom. It seemed just as he was getting ready to get undressed for the shower- he heard his phone ring. Shaking his head a little, he managed to get undressed and proceeded to take a cold shower. Closing his eyes as the cold water stung at his skin, he wondered if this was what Emily would’ve wanted for him. His smile fell, and he seemingly stood there silently as the water poured against him.

After about ten minutes of cleaning himself, he got out- dried and proceeded to get dressed. A simple outfit of: a pair of boxers, old faded jeans, a simple grey t-shirt with one of his favorite bands printed on it, a pair of socks, and pair of slip-on skate shoes. Putting on some deodorant and some cologne, he grabbed his room key, his wallet and quietly shoved both into the pockets of his jeans before heading out of his room.

The walk to Rose’s hotel wasn’t in reality all that far- or it could’ve just been him thinking too much. What would happen after this week? He’d have to return to school, and she’d have modeling to do. She would be busy, and in some cases so would he. Though, he knew despite that fact- he still wanted a relationship with Rose. As he neared the front entrance- he merely stood in some form of shock. It was nice- though nice was an understatement. Gaudy? Yes. Pretentious? Probably. Pushing his sarcasm aside, he walked to the hotel flower shop nearby, bought a rose, and snuck past the man at the main desk. Now, he had to remember exactly what room number Rose was staying in. He realized with some luck, that it was one level above him- in the suites most likely.

Venturing into the elevator, he pushed the number which was one number above the current one and waited. Taking a deep breath as the door closed, he managed to tap his shoe against the fine floored elevator and was a little surprised when the elevator beeped and the door opened. Getting out, he stealthily made his way toward Rose’s room. As he knew he was only a few feet from the door. Dialing Rose’s cell, he waited for her voice-mail to pick up.

”Hey Rose, It’s me Jakob, you…um might want to get the door babe” he whispered making sure he was far enough away so that she wouldn’t hear him without focusing. Hanging up, he silently crept to the door and knocked on the door softly. Standing up straight, he held the rose out in front of him- hoping that this was the correct room.

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Rose wasn’t much of an objector to anything. A shower sounded too nice, too leisurely for even her at the moment. This particular hotel, treated celebrities like the owners; they got the highest amount of spoiling. Instead of the cute and portable little shampoo and conditioner bottles, it looked like they had given her regular bottles instead. Subconsciously she had even moved into the bathroom. Realizing this, she raised her eyebrows mockingly at herself, and headed back. She could still imagine herself on the television. Try to make me out as a narcissist,” she muttered, lying back in bed. Had Jakob seen? And if he had, what would be running through his head? How he looked on the TV? Would he become one of those obsessive people who pin pointed everything wrong about them on the television, and did everything in their power to change their appearance so that they seemed godly? She chuckled to herself as she tried to imagine the man going under the needle to fix any problems on himself. Of course, Rose didn’t see anything wrong with him for the few seconds their picture was up on the screen. The tall stature he carried so well, the sweep of his hair and the sweetness and sincerity behind his smile. It was what she imagined every time his name had popped into her head. His lips drawing her in so softly. He was a drug to her, she wouldn’t let go. She pulled the covers up to her chin, cradling into the bed. No, she could in fact not let go of Jakob. She had only known him for a couple of days, and she felt connected to him. Through something she couldn’t place her finger on. He was no vampire. He was not famous. He hadn’t had any implication that a supernatural world existed until she had come along. Maybe she wouldn’t discuss it with him, perhaps he would feel as if she was rushing into this, and leave her. That would be a first. Getting dumped by someone for rushing in. most of the men liked when she ran into a relationship because it enhanced their chances of getting in a famous models pants. Her eyebrows knit together as her mind put two and two together. Rose was being silly though. If Jakob had simply wanted in her pants and nothing else to do with her, he could have done so on the first night they had met. And the fact that he wasn’t entirely familiar with who she was, told her much too. Would Jakob be her next Anthony? Her eyes clenched themselves tightly shut. No. Jakob would indeed, not be the next Anthony; simply because she would keep him alive. Jakob was human too, she wouldn’t need to worry about him having a past of vampire ordeals, or changing into a werewolf every full moon. A soft sigh exhaled through her lips as she reached over to turn off the lamp. That was, when an elevator dinged in the distance. She had caught it mainly because of the high sound it made. It was true that vampires didn’t sleep, but she liked to convince herself that she could. She’d waft off slowly, but not fully fall into a sleep. Rose wrote the sound off as someone else, a regular tourist going to their room. Since she was slowly drifting into a sleeping façade, the soft scent of roses tickled her nose. Roses. Her, in a sense. She smiled softly, as she snuggled deeper into clean linens. Her phone went off. She programmed it instantly to voicemail, since ‘normal’ people would have been sleeping by now. Her eyebrows furrowed, as she rolled over to unlock her phone and listen to the voicemail. It was from Jakob. Her senses instantly picked up, as she jumped from the bed. Her lightning speed and impeccable sight helped as she undid the latch with ease in total darkness. Just before she pulled the door back; she thought about how she would appeal to him. Dressed in old and ratty sweats, a tank top with multiple holes in it and no makeup. Her mind raced, she’d just have to make up for lack of appearance. She knew just the solution. Turning the knob so that she could see him, she felt her breath catch. This was what she loved about seeing him after not seeing him. This though, was one of the first times too. Her one eyebrow arched as well as a soft smirk traced her lips as she took him in. he smelled obviously fresh, probably having showered before he came over. Slowly and in as much of a sultry tone she could muster without sounding overdone and forced, she said Hi there. her eyes found his, a cocky but delighting smile now on her face. Rose pulled him in by the collar playfully, shutting the door behind him. As soon as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, which was almost immediate, her lips found his hungrily. Hands locked on either side of his face, her body fastening to his; but not enough to damage the rose she had noted mentally. A reluctant and quiet moan passed her lips as she pulled away, falling back onto her toes so that she stood straight. How she had missed that. Taking the rose softly from his hand, Rose raised it to her nose delicately. Smelling something up close instead of several yards away did nothing but amplify the intensity of whatever one smelled. The rose smelled beautiful, as always. This is beautiful, thank you. she said, smiling to him as the rose was still held to her nose. Rose moved swiftly to kiss his cheek softly. If I had earlier notice I would have made myself more presentable, she teased, poking a few fingers through the largest hole in her tank top, holding it from her skin to show. ----------------------------------------------- with a count 994, while she’s wearing sweats