Play Time

[Rose Decumbry]

Bright crystal blue eyes flashed in the light of darkness. The petite little vampire’s dark curls hung in her hair, hiding a small and satisfied little smirk. A lit and burning cigarette hung from the very tips of her plump lips as she sat. Of course this vampire was an object of most men’s affection; or at least their drunken one. Her blue eyes caught the hazel colored slits of a male who had been eyeing her ever since she had walked into the high end English pub. Perhaps she had been quite the interesting specimen, to most men here tonight. Her slick red Christian Louboutins, and a button down t shirt dress that revealed in a classical way black lingerie. It was suitable, compared to what other women were wearing. Short shorts that exposed their rears in a poor manner. The shirts that exposed a belly loose with skin. For some unknown reason, they thought it made them look desirable. If one wanted to see desirable, they need just look in her direction. Rose took a long drag on her cigarette, blowing through her nostrils. The little vampire let her eyes scan over the crowd, catching one of an emerald green. Rose had known he had been watching her ever since her slick and tight body had walked into the high end English pub. She stood; her heels adding at least three inches to her four foot nine height. She was feeling a great hunger. The supermodel was also feeling a great desire for sex. Rose hadn’t had sex in over two years. How could one do such a thing? Ignore the natural human desire for lust and the craving of another’s body? Simple, she wasn’t human. She didn’t carry along human emotions; the subliminal need for sex. It’d be nice if she could have a little fun, a little play time. Rose watched the man who had been watching her.

He would just not do. He didn’t carry the strength and endurance that a vampire like her could possess while having intercourse. Rose let the death stick fall into her hands, so that she could run her tongue over her fangs. Yes, he would need to be able to keep up after she took some of his blood; fulfilled her own desire first. After all, ladies always came first. Rose smirked, but placed the long and burning stick back in her mouth, taking a slow drag. Maybe she’d drive home in her 2011 BMW, the sixth series by herself. Her hunger had grown to a minimal lately, whether she had been blocking it out, or the need for human blood had subsided. That was a silly thing to think though, blood was a part of her life. Her mind slipped to when she had packets of blood stored in her downstairs refrigerator; just in case. Hell, the little heiress had blood stored throughout her entire mansion. A hand flipped and tousled some hair over. A low hum escaped her throat. The night was still young, barely after midnight. Maybe, perhaps, hopefully Rose could get some fun and actually get her playtime. Rose sat back down on her stool, not wanting to draw any attraction to herself. The darkness had shadowed her fame, but now Rose felt the overwhelming desire to step out of the shadows and into the fun.

[Jakob sinclair]

Jakob in reality didn’t really like London all that well. A yawn escaped his lips as he exited the condo his ‘loving’ stepfather had bought him. Outside, the moon seemed almost welcoming to the young man- then again he was probably going insane. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat, he felt almost hollow- almost like a part of him was missing. Then again, it could be the result of what had transpired over the past few months anyway. Losing his father, closing the shop, and then falling off the face of the earth for a good while had been a good plan. Of course, for him it was time to grow up, and so he was now working under his stepfather. He walked silently, as cars whizzed past, on the wrong side of the road he believed- though that was something for another debate altogether. He needed a drink, a strong one- for the simple fact it might in some strange way help him sleep. It was an odd theory, but then again he wasn’t a normal person in any confines of that word. Stopping for a brief second, he gave brief scowl at the moon before returning on his walk.

A smile crept on his face as he saw a higher end pub, and immediately the man knew what he was going to order. The line wasn’t that bad, as it seemed his step father had at one time been great friends with the owner. Walking inside, he frowned at how the place seemed to look- too fancy for his tastes but still a bar was a bar right? His head jerked upward a little as he caught the glances of a table of rather angry looking soccer hooligans; he looked away quickly as the men proceeded to call him a ‘yank’. Unbuttoning his coat, he pulled it off as he took a stool at the bar, and threw the coat onto his lap. ”Whiskey, no ice please” he said as the bartender came near- and the man merely gave a quick nod of his head as he poured Jakob a glass. Turning around in the stool, he gave a glance around- nothing real exciting in truth- it seemed he had missed any of the crowds. Yet, as he heard the clink of the old fashioned glass- he didn’t turn around. It was most likely a hallucination brought on by his stress, and possible lack of sleep.

Quickly, he turned himself back around, and with a nod of thanks to the bartender, he took his glass in his hand. With a brief inhale of the drink into his hand, he rose the glass to his lip and took a sip. The burn was almost instant, yet it felt good to the man as he took another, and set the glass down. Lightly, he drummed the tips of his fingers against the wood of the bar. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice him, even though it was impossible- her being a vampire and all. Guessing that her sense of smell was probably high end- she most likely smelt his blood already. Yet, he wasn’t scared because she was a vampire- rather he was scared because he had forgotten her. In truth, he believed he had left and disappeared mainly for her- she was famous and he was well…just some middle class Joe. He was afraid to hurt the poor woman’s rep- or rather in some immature way- he felt she would be the one to ditch him. Knowing her, she was probably going to make an attempt to kill him-of dear lord.

With that thought in mind, he picked the glass up again and took another sip of his whiskey. If he was going to get killed, maimed, or whatever sort of torture Rose was cooking up- he would accept it drunk stupid on whiskey. Better to go out happy and drunk, then sad and in some sense of pain right? This night or morning, was going to be a long one he assumed. His grip upon the glass tightened as he heard the same man from earlier making a yank joke. Self control was the issue here, and with that he took a long sip- and immediately felt the alcohol spread warmth through his body. A soft smile spread across his lips, she wouldn’t notice right? He was invisible and that’s all that truly mattered. Now, he waited for the ‘black widow’ to make her move.

[Rose Decumbry]

Perhaps it was a good thing Rose had kept her legs tightly closed after all. A chastity belt of her own making. The cigarette burned to the end and Rose kindly stubbed it out. Almost instantly again, a freshly burnt stick was in her fingertips, twiddling back and forth. She had been propped up in the shadows of the dark, ill lighting hiding her face. Sure, vampires or werewolves could smell her if they so desired; they’d have to have known her scent and face for quite some time if they wanted to put a name to her. A fresh scent; a scent she hadn’t smelt since a hotel meeting and what had been possibly the ending of a relationship. Rose hadn’t heard from him in quite some time; and took it as a low blow to her confidence. Of course she had shook it off to the paparazzi, the tabloids and explained it was a harmless relationship. They wouldn’t see the underlying pain she had suppressed. Not even Ali; whom she had oddly dropped contact with for some time hadn’t known about her relationship with Jakob. And it had randomly ended. He had left her. Rose had known disclosing her true nature had scared him. Run him out like the Coyote Runner. Slowly, Rose leaned out of the shadows; her ice blue hues the first thing noticed him next to her nose. I’ll be damned, she muttered softly, her voice to inaudible for anyone to hear. Rose couldn’t find the fight to be angry with him, just the hurt he had left her with. Her jaw clenched.

Her ears caught the supposed insult of some soccer fans that seemed to be directed at her beloved Jakob. Rose slowly slid from her stool, exposing her entire frame into the light. Almost instantly she felt all eyes fall on her; some even whispering her name. Rose kept her face eerily blank, as she approached the group of drunken bastards. They were one of the people who had noticed her, some frozen with their half empty beer glasses raised to their salty lips. They thought she was interesting; how cute. Upon reaching them, Rose grasped the forearm of the one who had been making the most amounts of jokes. Boyfriend or not, Rose was still irritable when others mentioned the ones she cared about in a negative connotation. What was that? she said between pursed lips that hid her fangs. Fangs that Jakob had known; had felt. The man peered down at her, his beady eyes scrutinizing. He knew who she was. He didn’t know what she was. “You heard me.” Rose narrowed her eyes at the evident disrespect. In fact, she had been so secretly outraged by their derogatory comments at Jakob she removed the cigarette that wisped smoke from its burning end and dug it into his forearm. The man didn’t scream like she had hoped, but his pain was on his face. She flicked the cigarette at him, and peered down at the burn on his skin. I thought so. she patted his cheek in a taunting and loving way before continuing her walk. To Jakob.

Rose couldn’t even look straight at the back of his head. It would evoke too much emotion. She would play coy, but knowing him he would see right through her façade. Rose finally reached him and took in his scent; the scent he had lost for quite some time. The scent that had left her feeling empty as he walked away from her. She propped herself on the counter, letting her legs dangle near his body seductively. He had never been one to resist her body. And in her current outfit; the dress shirt that hung mid thigh when she was standing, was now pulling up around her lower rear, revealing how short it truly was. But Rose had the body of a supermodel, the beautiful body people lusted after and lusted for. That much she remembered his lust for her body. Her blond hair had fallen back behind her, and Rose nervously licked her lips. She fought for words, words she needed to desperately find. Do you even miss me at all? she whispered lowly so that only her side of the conversation would be the one unheard.

[Jakob sinclair]

Rose’s voice seemingly caused a shiver down Jakob’s spine, and the glass in his hand shook a little. So it wasn’t an illusion and he wasn’t going insane after all. With a turn of his head, he felt a little glad and yet annoyed at the predicament which was unfolding. He could fight his own battles, but in sense he was just happy that she wasn’t wringing his neck at the moment. It was a cowardly thought, but then again he knew what Rose was like when she was angry. Oh crap, maybe she was just stalling-waiting to kill him until the moment was right. Checking the watch, it would be sometime before dawn. Yet, part of him knew he deserved it- he had been a coward. Hell, in some respects he still was- but that wasn’t to say he didn’t still care about her. All in all, he knew his death would be a slow one- which in a way was a little heartwarming on its own. Yet as more thoughts poured into his skull, the more he just wanted to hold the vampire in his arms. She wasn’t some monster, some horrid thing she had described herself as- she was his Rose.

Of course, what he hadn’t been ready for, was her sudden emergence on the bar space next to his. With a shocked expression, he felt his heart leap into his throat- and he felt some of his drink spill onto his shirt. Blinking his eyes, slowly he glanced at her up and down- she looked beautiful still to him. Though, he knew the game she was playing at. As much bravery as he had, still no words hit his tongue. This would mean he’d have to be wise when picking his words out while she sat yet so close to his proximity. Despite that, he couldn’t help but smile at her before quickly jerking his head down in his own stupidity. Anger flowed through him especially as she asked her question. He had put her through hell, hadn’t he? She deserved better than him, a lot better- regardless of what she believed or thought. Oh great, now he was in the whole ‘destroy himself’ mental phase. Rose would be laughing her ass off if she could hear his thoughts right now. Still he couldn’t find any words to say to answer her question, but in his head it was something like: Of course I missed you airhead! Even though it was frowned upon for his safety to call Rose an airhead.

”I-….I umm- wait a sec” he said softly, and immediately he knew that wasn’t in any way smooth. Now, he needed to follow through and explain himself- or he would get a lovely tombstone picked out by Rose herself. Sticking the index finger of his free hand up, he motioned for one more moment. Raising the glass to his lips, he downed the drink and closed his eyes tightly to the burn. Instant courage here he comes right? Giving a nervous cough, he looked at her- his eyes meeting hers. Finding the words came rather quickly- and now he wondered what her reaction to it would be. Play it the stoic cool guy? Or the sensitive I love everything type? Crap! ”Well of course I did, but I didn’t want to worry you” he said and quickly he felt stupid for saying it. Of course he worried her! He knew that, hell the guilt had been eating at his gut more than the loss of his father or the store. It wasn’t like she would miss him, she was a freaking supermodel! Any guy she wants could come crawling into her palm like a moth to fire- and yet she was asking if he missed her?!

The nerve of that girl, or vampire, or whatever she was! Like she wouldn’t have kicked his butt to the curb once she got tired of him- or she wanted someone better. He knew she was only talking in that voice to save her own skin. But, he digressed- he would let her maim and or slay him if it made her feel better- that’s the least he could do right?

[Rose Decumbry]

Rose was known for beauty, and desired for it. She even beat out Megan Fox on the top ten most attractive women of 2010. But then again, Megan Fox wasn’t the slightest bit attractive. She did however; beat out some French model with eyes the size of saucers that paled in comparison. If that wasn’t saying something about how many wanted her flesh against hers, she didn’t know what would. Rose was just as picky with her men just about as picky as she was with her food. Though, most men became her food. Jakob never would have been one of them. Pain she had rarely let anyone see, cross her features and held it there while he stared. He had hurt her. She’d been hurt in the past, and thought he would have been quite different. Rose must have been wrong. She bit back on her tongue slightly to keep from saying those biting words to him. Her eyebrows furrowed deeply. He hadn’t wanted to worry her? Her eyes closed, with a little smirk as she rolled her head to the top and peered at the ceiling. Worry, Jakob? I worried about everything I did wrong, must have at least. it was the first words she had ever spoken to him with true sadness. Jakob had known to an extent of the past pain she had suffered.

He didn’t know all of it. The fact that whenever a lover of hers had wandered off, she assumed them dead. Rose didn’t think Jakob had ever been dead. He’d been perfectly healthy and at the time she bore no enemies who would want to hurt her through him. So in a sense it had to have been her doing something wrong. Rose burned through another cigarette, her leg suddenly thumping with a sense of nerves. Something she had never bothered with. She lit up again, pursing her lips. What was it? I mean, Rose paused letting her British sounding voice well up with hurt. My secret? Did I scare you? he had said she hadn’t, but sometimes the way his eyes would widen with fear, she never missed those glimpses. It hurt her, even though she wouldn’t say anything. Deep down Jakob needed to feel some sort of fear. It wasn’t right for him not to. No human mortal would be willing to head into the life of a vampire without reluctance, without fear. It seemed though, that Jakob had. And he left. Was there somebody else? Was I…not good enough? she furrowed her eyebrows once again focusing in on him.

Rose didn’t want to have a one sided reconciliation. She still had feelings for Jakob, still longed for his arms to hold her, to caress her and for his beautifully shaped lips to press down against hers. To rock slowly to classical music that she had heard for hundreds of years. Rose suddenly felt a pit grow in her stomach. She felt stupid. Clingy. Like a child. She hoped down elegantly, swaying slightly from being so close to him after him being away for so long. I should be going. You’re probably meeting somebody. she kissed his temple softly; letting her lips linger on his skin for a few extra seconds before squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. Rose forced herself to turn from him, and move to the entrance. Part of her wanted him to run after her, pin her against a wall and beg for her forgiveness. The other part hoped that she could walk away. But she wasn’t stupid. Rose knew she would more than likely end up running back to him, because in truth she had missed him that much.

Rose pursed her lips as a jacket she had brought along with her found its way back into her arms. She slid it over her arms and tied it around her waist slowly. Rose could still feel pairs of eyes on her. Would one of them be Jakob? Her arms fell at her side; she needed to remain composed. Her lower lip trembled. This was why she couldn’t have left Jakob to begin with. She was never good at walking away as her heels clicked on the floor toward the exit. She prayed silently- something she never did, religion was not her forte- that he would come after her.

[Jakob sinclair]

To Jakob, there had never been anyone else but her since he had disappeared. Despite what she was most likely thinking- he had stayed ever faithful in some odd way. Of course, he knew full well she was only playing with him until she decided she was hungry. As her face marred with pain- he knew he was the one which had caused it. In some way, he was crueler then she could ever be- and it was a crappy thing to feel. When her eyebrows furrowed, he stayed patient as he listened to her words. No, she hadn’t done anything wrong- and now he felt an anger burn within his stomach. Once more, it was an anger not geared at anyone in particular but himself. Part of him merely wanted to hold her and tell her how sorry he was- but he knew it would be nothing more than a joke to her. Words were still not forming- it was useless to even attempt to speak to her at this moment. He was an idiot, yet he couldn’t admit that he had been in a sense in some sort of denial. How could he possibly explain that he wasn’t ready to be like her?

He had kept safe, more so as his gift to her- to not cause her any more pain. Though, it had been foolish to think what he had done had caused her any less pain. Watching her smoke through that cigarette, he merely wanted to take her hands in his. Paying no attention to how her legs moved, as she lit another and spoke once more- he found enough courage to speak. Hearing her accent perk up, he fought a smile back as he merely wanted to say how cute she sounded. ”No, you didn’t scare me” he said lowly as he looked at her hands. What she said next caused his eyes to narrow a little ”Only you” he quickly responded- she had been the only one, and plus when your ex was a vampire- it kind of scared you off from dating for a while.

As she said she was leaving, he felt his stomach twist and stretch- he didn’t want her to go. Then what she did next caused him to close his eyes softly. He missed her, yet why couldn’t he simply say that? Was she truly worth everything? He kept his hands closed, as he wondered what to do. There was no time to go back if he decided to watch her leave. He knew she would be gone forever, or at least until he died some lame ass death from old age. Of course, he had no idea of what troubles he would face if he told her he wanted to be turned. Maybe, she would see his decision as his way of saying he wanted to be with her. Would she take him back if he just stood up now and ran to her? Yeah, run up to her like in those old black and white movies and plead his case. Maybe it was a sign he was truly going crazy, but whatever he really didn’t want to bother debating his sanity.

The decision had been made, as he got off from his spot and walked toward her, his mind became hush. Each step he took, felt heavier somehow- and yet he kept on walking. No turning back, he didn’t want anyone else, for nothing could compare. Fear could come in the morning or a lifetime from now-he cared little. Would a life with her, be all that bad? Though, he knew they would have to arrange living areas and all that crap, but it mattered little now. She was his monster and no one else’s- with that he grabbed her hand quickly, and turned her to face him.

Pulling her close, he cupped her face in his hands, and without a moment’s hesitation- he kissed her forehead. ”Before you say anything, don’t, shut-up” he said lightly with a stupid smile on his face. Kissing her on the tip of her nose, he removed his hands and wrapped them around her waist. Her cheeks were next on his little barrage- before he kissed her on the lips. Closing his eyes, he didn’t care what anyone else thought- except her. Pulling away once his lungs were burning heavily, he grinned as caught his breath. ”I’m an idiot, scared, not of you- but being like my damned parents, I know I’m…Well not really all that to rave about but I….I wanna be your idiot, no one else’s got it? I don’t care if that means I’m Miss Decumbry’s play thing or flavor of the week,” he paused as he took a large inhale of air. ”Consider this my begging and my pleading, but I missed you Rose, and every day I felt like a rather large ass” he said and he tightened his grip around her. ”I lo-like you, and if that means a new life to be with you- then fine so be it” he said as he winced a little. Had he really almost said the L word? Crap! Now he scared her, and she was probably going to break his wrists.

[Rose Decumbry]

She’d only really been wrapped about one person for her entire life. His name was Anthony. And he was dead. Had been for a few years actually. Sometimes, when she was by herself, in a wallowing pit of despair she thought about him. Thought what reason would he hold in her life? Then she realized it. It was for him to stop her from doing anything stupid. In a way, Anthony sort of guided her to Jakob. Was she crazy for thinking that? Thinking that her whole time of being so hung up, so depressed over his death, was that when Jakob finally traipsed into her life she would be waiting. She loved him. She loved Jakob. Rose suddenly even realized how much she wanted him in her life. When he had left her, she felt just like she had one Anthony had died. Empty. Like something had been ripped from her body. Her soul had been removed once again. She loved him. Rose loved Jakob. Whether it was mutual or one sided feeling, she loved him. And then he had left her, just like Anthony had. Feeling broken and worthless. Her hand rested on the doorknob.

Was she seriously about to walking away from him? From Jakob? Walk out of his life for what would possibly be forever? Or at least her forever? Her eyes closed. Maybe she wouldn’t have to leave him entirely. Watch over him, like Hyde had done for her. No, that was silly. She would need him in her life, completely and wholly. Nothing other than that. Rose felt him coming, and felt her body twinge in anticipation. Here, this was the big moment. Rose was facing him in less than a split second and felt her insides drop at their closeness. She was ridiculously in love with him. Her lips were pressed against his seconds later and she felt her knees weaken. Kissing Jakob was like kissing the sun, or the freshly bloomed flowers. It was beautiful and tasted oh so sweet. Her arms swept around his broad shoulders and neck and pulled him down to her; a height difference that one could visibly notice even in her heels. Rose could have stayed in this exact position, in this exact moment for what could be eternity. He pulled back, looking and sounding like he was desperate for air. Rose would end up being the death of Jakob.

How ironically she thought though. Rose held his face with her hands, letting her thumbs sweep repetitively over his cheek bones. The words he spoke, they stung her slightly. How could he think that he was just another meal to her? Rose loved him. She caught the beginning of the word love on his tongue before it switched to like. Her disappointment stayed off her face, but like was well enough. It was just the fact that he wanted to be with her. Vampire Rose. A carnivore. If they were going to be together, she would need to change him. Into what she was. To protect him. Could she though? A reason she loved him was because of all his mortal traits. Would he lose them once she changed him? I want you to know right this instant, that you never were, or will be a play toy to me. I’m not attracted to you because of your blood. I’m attracted to you because I love you.

There it was. Those three delicate words that could make or break a relationship. Rose didn’t lean into kiss him passionately like in the movies. Instead, she stood several feet below him, peering up into his beautiful face, waiting for a reaction. Any reaction at all.

[Jakob sinclair]

The seconds felt like hours, and the minutes like lifetimes, and so on and so forth. Life was no longer going to the simplistic one he had started. As he felt her cold hands upon his cheeks, he knew she was either going to let him down or say something to make him smile. Her words caused him to grin a little, and he nodded as he tried to find words to say to reply to that. So now he felt guilty for saying something stupid and pointless like he just did. Was it true then? He couldn’t tell by looking at her face that she was lying- so it must’ve been true. Yet, there was humor in the fact she had sounded like a mother scolding her child when she told him he wasn’t some play toy or was liked for his blood. Hoping she wasn’t thinking of him as an ass, he kissed her softly on the lips once more. ”I…Um Love you too Rose” he said nervously as he pulled her into a hug. This was what he had missed more than anything, the feeling that he belonged, that he was needed, and would never be alone.

Not being able to hold a joke in, ”Does it mean I get a cape if I become like you?” he whispered jokingly. Though, he wanted her to know he was willing to be changed if it meant she wasn’t going to run. ”I promise you, I’ll try to stay as I am now, just with fangs” he whispered softly once more. Resting his chin on the top of her head, his eyes looked at the ceiling. Now, he wondered where he would live since he pretty much just signed his life to Rose. Kissing the top of her head ”I love you Rose” he uttered kindly. More so, he said it as a way to kill her disappointment, yet he knew he could have been a little braver earlier when he was admitting things. At least he had admitted it though right? Embarrassment came, as he realized he had called himself an idiot, well at least he hadn’t called himself any worse right?

Slowly, he let go of her and wondered exactly when she would turn him. Would she fake his death or something? That idea scared him a little, but of course he knew he would get over it. Removing his head, he looked into her eyes for a brief moment. Maybe in some small way he was looking for some comfort or solace in his decision. Resting his forehead lightly against hers he knew he wanted to make her a promise. ”Promise me that if we go through with this; neither of us disappears without the other, alright? he whispered into her ear. It was childish to ask that of someone, but he simply needed to hear her say that she wouldn’t just disappear and leave some lonely vampire.

”So now what Love?” he asked sweetly with a playful grin, hoping it wouldn’t result in an answer like ‘Drinking your blood’- because he still needed a guide or explanation on vampirism 101.

[Rose Decumbry]

Quite possible the vampire’s dreams were coming true. She was certainly going to get that happy ending. She listened to Jakob utter his reply, that he indeed loved her too. It was almost as if the memories of her first wedding. The wedding that occurred in the year 0r 1904, the same year she was turned into a vampire. How excited she had been during the preparations! Her dress was a modest long strapless white with a coat of a lace floral design running over the length of her arms, the dress and covering up her neck. Diamonds dangled from her ears, her hair pinned neatly in a bun behind her head. The rock she had been given by Anthony, oh how big it had been. Rose suddenly wondered if she still had it; somewhere locked in her jewelry box. She should have it pawned; it’d make her a fortune.

There was no avoiding it now. Rose would have to make Jakob a vampire. A vampire to protect him. And a vampire for her to share eternity with. While Jakob was off joking about capes and fangs, Rose found herself falling into a deep contemplation. Could she actually change Jakob into a vampire? She’d only changed one other person into a vampire and they had fallen off her radar, dead. But that vampire had also been a part of a meal, and she hadn’t exactly felt the need t keep extremely close tabs on her. Jakob was different though. She loved him. Rose had learned control, but did it mean she could stop when she was drinking his blood? Rose let her eyes flutter to his neck, eyes glued to where his pulse was. Would she? Could she? It didn’t matter though, she had no choice. She listened to Jakob as he uttered those simple three words thrown in with her name. Just imagine the headlines we’ll be making, it was her jab at a joke. The cameras must have been awkward for Jakob, and he would be the one adjusting the biggest to a new life.

In love with a vampire. Who also happened to be one of the most beautiful supermodels and one of the richest women in the world? Who also happened to run one of the most strict, high societal and most powerful vampire covens? One could have trouble adjusting. Rose really was a poison to the boy, wasn’t she? But love was weird in many ways and worked even more mysteriously.

Rose made a snap decision. Jakob, she purred his name out. I will change you….if we get married. her face registered no emotion. The marriage word, something that either scared men away or ushered both people into something they both weren’t ready for. Rose was ready though. She had been ready since 1904. But would Jakob? Rose watched him closely, discreetly, waiting to see his reaction.

[Jakob sinclair]

Jakob laughed a little as he heard her joke, it was a little funny and it was a little strange to hear her make a joke. It was sweet in a way, to see her let down her guard and just be normal for a slight bit. Though, he wondered exactly how he would go about setting up a meeting between Rose and his sister. Awkward, was the only word he seemed to think of when the image of his girlfriend meeting his big sister. Giving it more thought, he felt slightly weird to the whole ‘being famous’ aspect of their relationship. Knowledge that Rose would be there, surprisingly made the whole issue seem small compared to the others with were now buzzing around his head. Would Rose be disappointed if he didn’t seem to match her idea of the ‘perfect’ match? Although, he had heard Rose loved him- parts of him still were in denial of her admission. Telling she was slightly worried, he rubbed her shoulders gently; trying to reassure her it would be fine. Could he really be a vampire? Would taking someone’s life come easily? Guilt racked his mind, and he felt an urge to ask her so many questions he knew would sound childish.

At her next statement, he froze, and his eyes blinked a few times as his mind tried to process it. Marry her? He was still young, though he knew that reason in itself was a pointless one. The last person he had tried to marry had gone off the face of the Earth. Could he do that again? Pain hit his mind next, as he imagined Rose disappearing just like his ex-fiancée had. He was being stupid, but as he felt no real answer form in his mind. If she thought she was just going to do this without him proposing- she had another thing coming. Strangely, he felt a courage muster up in his head, and he smirked softly now. ”I agree, but dear allow me to propose- and it will be a surprise when I do so I promise you that” he said as he felt panic rise up in him. He had so much to plan and yet part of him felt some odd sense of excitement. Did she have family he would get to meet? How would those family members react to Jakob? Great, now he felt nervous and was beginning to doubt how long everything would last- that thought was fleeting.

”So, um does this I have to move? Not that London is bad- I’m just curious is all” he asked in a light hearted tone. Meanwhile, he was mentally debating about how to pop the question to a two hundred or more year old vampire. It seemed more and more impossible as he stood there- what if she was expecting some really huge freaking ring? He knew he wasn’t that wealthy to buy anything really flashy. Maybe she wouldn’t care, or if she did break up with him it would be an easy one. Noticing that her face held no emotion, he kissed her on the forehead.

”Now if you take my last name just bear in mind my sister’s name is also Rose- hmm Jakob Decumbry,” he said stopping to let it sink in. ”That sounds posh, my dear lady” he joked in a fake British accent.

[Rose Decumbry]

Rose remembered the first complete day after she had been changed. She had been dressed in a silk robe, covered from head to toe in blood. From the blood of her father, of her sister and her family. Rose had yet to go on that rampage that had devastated half of London’s population. She had been confused, alone. Her sire had left her after he had bitten her. Anthony had left her with so many unanswered questions. What had happened? Why had he done this to her? Why was she craving blood so badly? Why was the sun burning her eyes and making her skin feel like fire? Rose peered into Jakob’s eyes. She couldn’t do the same to him. He deserved to be brought into the vampire world much better than she had. History would not be repeating itself. She pressed her lips softly against his. Rose would need to be his caretaker for as long as he needed time to adjust. If he did adjust. Rose had never personally seen it, but had heard stories that some newborn vampires went crazy. They stepped out into the sunlight, desperate for it. She’d need to watch him with a hawk’s eye. Rose couldn’t risk losing Jakob.

It was somewhat unfair to push Rose into agreeing into a marriage. She was old though. Jakob, I don’t mean to pester the whole marriage, but I am one hundred and twenty two years old. she whispered her age especially low. Though she didn’t even look old enough to be twenty, her age was still slightly outrageous. If you’re not ready, I can wait. the kid was still young. He had all the time in the world. The only thing that could possibly change would be his appearance. She kissed his hands. The appearance was a material thing anyways. Rose looked at him. At Jakob. She could already see his hair slicked back standing at the front of the aisle. She could see the look that would spark his eyes once she appeared.

I’ve been living in the same house myself for over a century, she caressed his face. A little company would be lovely. Rose didn’t mention that her home was the perhaps the size of his whole street block he had grown up on. Or that she had indeed owned several other houses on top of her other home. Several in fact, that was equivalent to her own home. The thought of Jakob lying in bed next to her was so enticing. Rose let a small smile slip on her lips.

Rose Sinclair. If Rose had a beating heart it would be on fire at this moment. Rose Marie Decumbry Sinclair. She closed her eyes and fell into a slight euphoria. She’d have a ring on her hand to prove it as well. Rose let herself lean up and nuzzle underneath his chin with her hands wrapped around his shoulders. I like the sound of Rose Sinclair better. rose looked up to him. it sounds natural. so Jakob had a sister? Rose had a niece. A niece that would interrogate Jakob to no end. Well I have a vampire cousin, and I’m sure she’s dying to meet you. Rose smirked. No pun intended.