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Post by rachael on Dec 26, 2010 14:26:17 GMT -5
 
"So what ink do I use for a cyan color? " she asked, looking over towards Jaime who manned the cashier desk. His pierced brow arched. Turning around, his elbows leaning on the desk, he nodded his head towards the rack of ink bottles. ’The cyan one, you dork,’ he replied. He swung his dyed hair back towards the front of the store, and Rachel furrowed her brows at the ink rack.
"Cyan. . . cyan. . ." she thought to herself, raising her fingers to the plastic containers that had the ink in them. She brushed her fingers over the first row of colors. She had looked over this rack before and had seen nothing. What did he mean that there was cyan here?
She brushed her fingers over the second row, still repeating ‘cyan’ in her mind. There was ruby, gold, mahogany, sapphire, forest green, violent, magenta. . . all these exotic names. All she wanted was a stupid cyan bottle. And she would just mix blue and green if she could, because she could – but Jaime would get angry. Last time she did that, she made two bottles of bright orange instead of one. Because she used both bottles, instead of using a new clean one to mix colors in.
She huffed. "Jaime, I'm not seeing a cyan, " she mumbled.On her little stool, with a practice dummy in front of her and a needle and bottle in hand, she was just trying to get her practice done. She really didn’t need a practice. She could start inking people right now. And Jaime knew that. Half the time, she just wondered if he liked staring at her while she worked.
But she heard the bell ring at the front of the shop. Ears perking, she lifted her head, looking towards the door.
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Post by tomi on Dec 27, 2010 0:02:16 GMT -5
In 1921, a young, very human Wilhelm Trumper Schwartz was pacing back and forth, his fingers fussing with his crisp brown trousers and wringing his hand, pressing them down his vest as her words were repeated in his mind. She wanted to marry? So soon? He wasn't ready! He didn't want to live like he was, he just wanted to live, not start a family. But in that lifetime, he didn't have a choice, did he? He had already turned down enough woman for his parents to believe that something had been amiss. He fingers ran though his long black hair, blinking away his frustration. He couldn't do this, he loved her, he really did, but never enough for him to ever what to settle down with her. He glanced at the door as someone knocked on it, the shadow of their feet can be seen under the door. He tilted his head as he heard name being called through the wood of the door, a nervous frown etching his face. He stopped moving for a second and adjusted the metal chains on his neck, fixing the leather jacket what he was wearing, then ruffled his slightly teased hair before loudly slamming his gloved hand against the door in acknowledgment. Turning around, he closed his deathly cold and pale hand against the door knob before opening it and taking a step forward a hundred years into the modern world of 2010.
With a scowl, he turned to his vampire friend, Ava before shaking his head slightly as he strode right past her, kicking his bedroom door closed. Kyri was... somewhere in the house, where? He didn't care. He had bigger problems, around a hundred years ago, when he was eighteen, his face would just blanch at the thought of marriage, he would probably balk at the mere thought of it. But maybe there should be a change, if he really loved someone, he shouldn't let them go- it was a mistake he had made with her once, and he feared doing it for a second time.
Which leads him to where he was now, a picnic basket on the seat next to him, the ring in his pocket, and him sitting in the car, just... thinking. With a sigh, he finally got up and mustered up some energy to approach the doors that lead to the tattoo parlor. He held back a snort at the memory- tattoos and piercings were always his things, if he wasn't a vampire he would gladly stop by for something new. But he wasn't. Oh god, he hated the thought of her working here now.
Still, he bit his lips and took off his glasses before pulling the door open and enter, a small smile gracing his lips as he spotted her right away, sitting next to a test dummy to work with. His eyes glanced over at the guy who owned the place, his stare impassive as his lips curled into an annoy snarl, watching the man back off quickly. The menacing expression turned into an amused dry smile as he walked over to Rachel, tucking his hands in his pocket. "So, how's work?" he asked, noting that the man had walked off somewhere, out of view and out of earshot. He looked at her wrong- and Bill really didn't want to do something unpleasant. He turned back to her with a edged smile.
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Post by rachael on Dec 27, 2010 0:24:25 GMT -5
A smile exploded on her face, as her eyes fell upon her love. With a black leather jacket and pants to match, she could only contain her joy as the butterflies – that were still there after so many, many months –scurried around in her stomach. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she took him in, his voice reaching her ears a second later. So casual. So handsome.
Jaime walked away for some reason – some reason she didn’t know about – but she wasn’t very concerned. She put down her ink and needle without even looking and got up from the stool.
" Hey, love," she said in a different tone of voice, walking over towards him with a smile on her face. She still had her inking apron on, and so some items clinked around in her pockets, but she only moved some around so they wouldn’t stick out and poke him. Her eyes remained on him as she came up and gave him a hug, getting on her toes so that she’d reach her arms around his neck and pull him in. She breathed in fresh leather, and the synapses in her brain just about lost it.
" Work is much better now," she giggled, holding on to him, her arms tightly bound around him. She squeezed him one last time. "I’ve been stuck doing practice dummies all day. You think having a sidejob would be more productive. "
She pulled away for a moment to look at him. "I thought you were having a day off for yourself? " she questioned, her brown eyes looking into his. She ran her fingers through the hair at the base of his neck, and just softly played with it. How she loved seeing him.
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Post by tomi on Dec 27, 2010 0:45:57 GMT -5
Quick to react, Bill moved his hands to her hips, pulling her closer to his body as he hugged her back lightly. With a teasing smile, he leaned forward and brushed his plush lips against hers slowly for a moment, smelling her scent as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled them to the side with a small chuckle. Ah- it's been too long, today, for him had been a little unusual, since his decision he felt that it was the time to reminisce, see what had gone wrong those years ago that he ended up here, besides the fact that a woman he trusted and confided him bit him and let him live. And like those years ago, she was the only one he had never laid his eyes on and saw a different world, but unlike then, Bill couldn't imagine being around another woman, even as a friend- then, he did, he saw himself with many people, friends, potential wife and more. It seemed Rachel was the one for him.
His lips quirked slightly and he laughed softly. 'Productive? Practice makes perfect I guess,' he mused, it was like she really liked her job, and he couldn't tell her what she could and couldn't do. Though Rachel seemed like a natural artist, who always knew what she was doing, it was unlikely that she would mess up- but since it was one of her first day on the job type of thing, he could see why she was working with dummies, since the conversation with finding the cyan ink proved that she didn't know much about the profession. 'Don't worry, I bet next time, you won't have to- or I can always convince your boss to let you loose and work on the next customer who drops by,' he said with an smug smile. Bill always had things his way, he got what he wanted- most of the time.
Feeling her pull away, he took a slow breath and smiled. 'Yes my free day... well to be honest I want to spend my free day releasing the binds that hold me down...' he said slowly, sounding a little more cryptic then he intended it to be. 'And I request that you spend today with me- there's something important I have to tell you,' he said, turning his gaze pointedly to her. He, naturally, wasn't going to take no for an answer- if her boss had a problem with it, then Bill could always change his mind- one way or the other.
Licking his lips, he looked outside into the boring weather. 'It's late, there's going to be lunar eclipse tonight... and I thought it would be nice to go get something to eat, then drive a little ways out of town, I have some champagne, wine, and grapes in the car- and we can watch the two hours together,' he offered, hoping she would take the bait. He had talked to Ava earlier about this, god know what he would do if she turned him down- probably cry- if he was capable. Of course all his 300 year old friend had to say was slap him on the back and wish him luck that he didn't make a fool of himself by falling flat on his face. He leaned forward and gently let their foreheads touched as he waited for an answer.
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Post by rachael on Dec 30, 2010 17:35:23 GMT -5
Her senses heightened. She knew him to speak in a different way – he was from Germany, after all – but his cryptic words set her brain working. She loved puzzles. Especially the ones he usually gave. Her conscious continued listening, but her subconscious was hard at work. Binds. .? Holding him down? Her eyes sharpened.
"Champagne?" she repeated back to him, at he leaned his forehead down to grace her own. She fluttered her eyes closed for a moment, taking in a small breath of him before she fluttered them back open, her eyes falling upon his lips. "To what do I owe the honor? That’s certainly romantic."
She laughed, however. She was just teasing him. She had never known him to pull such stunts, but it wasn’t past him either. He was very old fashioned, and she loved him that way. Giving him a quick kiss on his cheek, she looked around for Jaime. "I don’t think Jaime’ll mind. I’ve been working since five, and I haven’t been useful much," she gleefully said.
Squeezing the back of his neck for the quickest of moments, she broke free from him and looked around for Jaime. She assumed he’d be in his chair, and when she found him there, she told him she’d be leaving with Billa. Jaime huffed. This is coming out of your paycheck, he grumbled, and she gave him a hard look. "What paycheck, you cheapskate? " she replied. Jaime snickered. Fine. Bright and early tomorrow morning then? And Rachel nodded. With that, she skipped back to Billa.
She wrapped her warm hand around his cold fingers. And the sensations sent red flags to her mind. That dark chill crept over her heart, and the doubt spilled into her mind. She held his hand tightly. The signs are there. . . a voice whispered into her mind, sending a sensation down her spine. But her heart was far too warm to want to heed. Leaning down to grab her purse, she stood up and threw her hood on.
"Shall we, sir? Where're you taking me? " she cheerfully said, ignoring the presence of the darkness.
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Post by tomi on Jan 12, 2011 17:29:32 GMT -5
Billa looked at her quietly, his lips brushing against her skin. Every unneeded breath he took, the air would fill his lungs before they came rushing back out, and for a moment, he felt like he was he was living- or really taking in the time he was living in and seeing things from another point of view. It was different, but not really disappointing in a sense, just new and hard to get used to.
Sliding his fingers up and down her hips, the metal of his rings that decorated his fingers caught against the fabric as he looked at her for a moment. It's been a long time since he had really felt his nerves come to bite him. Actually, ever since he had changed into a vampire, he was mostly apathetic to everything around him, he refused to acknowledge anyone interesting; opting to stay close to a few of his 'friends' and his sire before trying his luck alone. But as a human, he was a highly emotional teenager- always dreaming about love, always feeling the weight of being rejected, and always feeling that guilt that weighed him down because he didn't want to do the one thing that would make his family proud. Since then, he mostly wanted to distance himself from that feeling, and had only resurfaced after he had met Rachel.
His contacts bored into hers, a flicker of unidentified emotion passing before disappearing. His eyes smoothed out and his features changed as he smiled almost impishly at her. "Why must there be a reason? Can't it simply be that I love you?" he inquired, his face crumpling into a slightly mocking pout.
Turning to stare impassively at 'Jaime' before lacing their fingers together. He really didn't like him. At all for that matter. It wasn't often that Billa could be jealous, simply because he didn't care- but he had to admit, he once brought a bright green leather jacket once. He's won't toot his own horn, he damn.. he really does wear green well.
With a smile at her he turned, wrapping an arm around her before making their way out of the shop. "Like I said, maybe something to eat for you? What do you feel like having?" he asked with an arched brow, heading down the steps that lead to his beautiful black Audi.
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Post by rachael on Jan 14, 2011 11:07:59 GMT -5
She let the cold air hit her as she left the store. Good thing she brought her jacket.
As they approached the ever-loved Audi, Rachel threw a smirk at Billa. "I’m being paaampered, " she teased, her voice playfully elongating her words, as they made their way closer to his car and towards the passenger side door. "It must be my birthday. Did I forget it was my birthday? "
She snuck a kiss on his cheek for good measure. "I’m honestly feeling for some sushi right now. With the spicy stuff on top. You know? And maybe some wasabi," she cheered, eager to get her craving satisfied. She had been thinking about sushi since a while back, but she didn’t know that Billa would come to get her tonight to take her for dinner or anything. Or – knowing him, he probably would make the sushi. Far be it from Billa to do anything impressive. He seemed to have all the time in the world on his hands. "Or, if not sushi, maybe just some raw fish with soy sauce. Or teriyaki. Or—well, just anything Japanese. I don’t know."
She giggled. Oh, she and food were one. She loved food. Her mother used to cook the most gorgeous food and the family would eat it all. She herself could down a few burgers. She’d have to go running a mile or two afterwards, but she was completely capable. And her brother already had this gigantic appetite because of his. . .well. . . his ‘condition’.
She dampened a little at the thought of her brother. She hadn’t seen him in a couple of days. Usually, he wouldn’t really show up anyways besides sleep and food. But even then, he ate at Emily’s house. He hardly ever came home, really, from days at a time. She worried constantly. But she knew it was because he was out ‘patrolling’ or something. For what? She hadn’t the slightest clue.
"Anything to curve the appetite, really -- " she backtracked, hoping she didn’t sound like a ravenous woman to him. "I’m hungry for just about anything. "
As they approached the car, she slid into the passenger seat, making sure she took off her jacket first before she got the moist chill of the cold all over his comfy seats. She hung it over her knees, getting herself comfortable. This was certainly a surprise. She had honestly expected to stay indoors all day. But she guessed Billa was taking her somewhere. When he was in earshot again, she giggled once more. "If it’s not my birthday, then it must be yours. This whole ‘come-at-rachel-when-she-least-expects-it thing is really exciting, " she mused.
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Post by tomi on Jan 14, 2011 16:55:38 GMT -5
Chuckling quietly, Billa led her to the passenger side as they casually talked, no care in the word- just worries from him on how tonight would eventually turn out. His lips curved and he shook his head slowly, his black locks of hair moving slightly (held only together by the immense hairspray he had used) as he peered at her through dark lashes. 'As far as I know, it's just another normal day- if that's not the case, feel free to scold me of my lack of knowledge,' he murmured quietly, as he opened the door, leaning forward and pressing his lips against her temple as one hand steadied her as he got her into the car- the interior leather newly cleaned and perfect (just as he liked it).
Walking around the car, he fished out his keys from his back pocket, tossing the key and catching it once more as he clamored into the small sports car, as he quickly pushed it into the ignition. His mind quickly mapped out Port Angeles, trying to remember if there was any place that had Japanese or Korean style food to go to. However, he didn't want to take her to a nice place, five star with quality; not some small place in a small town. But there was one that might-
Pursing his lips, he turned to her as he started the car and pulled out of his parallel parking. 'It seems to me that I fail at being a boyfriend,' he remarked lightly, looking at her with an arched brow. 'It's like this is the first time I have ever taken you out- as if our relationship has been somewhat... flat,' he said pensively, taking his own words in consideration- though he spent a lot of time with her, they did trivial things, that is if he's not tending to his own business of a runaway, idiotic little newborn.
'Love should be new, spontaneous, different- maybe there will be a change in the winds by the end of the night,he uttered, looking at her with a secretive smile. According to Beatrice, the relationship of love is almost like a Scottish jig- he actually hoped that's not the case.
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Post by rachael on Jan 27, 2011 17:47:48 GMT -5
She threw him a smile. A genuine smile, that bloomed from her heart – which, of course, was beating excitedly again. She pulled her crossed leg closer over her lap, resting her hand against her slim ankle. She really had to admit – his car felt like a king sized bed, with what the comfort and excellent heating.
"Is it just me, or have you been reading Shakespeare again?" she joked, leaning over towards him as the car started to drive. She had always liked trying to distract him while he roamed the street in his sleek animal-of-a-car, but she had failed to really cause any accidents. Not that she was some sort of masochist. She was just more of a. . .Bill-chist.
With a softer voice, she continued as his words melted into her skin. "Flat. . . that seems like an unholy word," she murmured close to his ear, as her elbow rested on the divider between his seat and hers. "It’s just. . . it’s more like. . .you have a big personal life. And. . . I’m alright with taking it at small steps at a time."
She tried looking at his eyes, which assumedly were looking towards the road – but with his eyes, you could never tell. "You always have been a personal guy," she went on, "and I have always been a patient girl."
She gave him an illegal kiss on his ear, soft and not too pushy. "And besides, you always spend time with me. Like this. Just popping into my work and bringing me to a mysterious place with wine and God-knows-what. So I’m not unhappy. Or flat," she whimsically said. She softly giggled.
"As long as you still love me, I’m okay," she mused.
She paused. Her head was turned towards his CD player, subconsciously wondering what music was in it, what type of CD, when she remembered the night that she admitted she loved him. She remembered the tears, the emotion, the release. His words, his touch. His words. With a new thought in her head, she let her eyes fall against his skin.
"Billa?" she said, her voice breaking the momentary pause, the nightlights of the evening flashing his car in and out of the spotlight.
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Post by tomi on Jul 19, 2011 18:37:31 GMT -5
Bill chuckled, his eyes lowering his fingers that rested on the steering wheel as they drove. It was true, he often quoted Shakespeare, but it wasn't because he always read it- it was mostly because there were things that were inside of his head that he could never get it- whimsical thoughts here and there that he pulled from he depths of his mind- as a vampire, he had to live with all of his memories, forever- a punishment for no longer being human- sometimes he felt like he didn't belong here; with Rachel, in the land of the living. 'You caught me,' he mused to her. 'I may or may not have been reading some of his works,' he gave her a sideways glance before turning back ahead, pretending to pay attention to where he was going.
Tightening his grip on the steering wheel absently he listened to her, his thoughts turning around her words, gripping them tightly as he shook his head lightly. He knew, that once she belonged to him, once she say the one word he had wanted to her, he will no longer have any secrets for her, nothing to side, no shadows- he knew that once she said that three letter word- he was a bare book, anything she wanted to know he'd tell her. But there was a price for that information- if she really wanted to know him, she would have to give up something important, something that would make brother-dearest a very unhappy little mutt. But everything, as always was for her- her choice, in her control. 'Ah, if you are really curious, there will be a time that will come- anything you wish to know, I will reveal them to you- my fears, secrets, my family.. my past,' he paused and turned to look at her during a red light, his eyes meeting her gaze as he paused before speaking once more. '.. but nothing comes without a price.' He reached over with a free hand and took hers, kissing the back of it lightly.
He chuckled as he gunned the engine forward, leaning back in the black leather seat as he spoke. He tilted his head to the side, running his thumb along her smooth skin. 'I'll always love you, Rachel,' he purred softly, looking at her once more before shooting her a smile. He lapsed into a silence once more as they drove in silence, turning into a quaint little Japanese restaurant for her- always the best, the most expensive- he didn't try to impress her with money, but growing up when it meant everything about a family, he couldn't help himself. Some things don't change.
'Yes?' he uttered, turning to look at her as she spoke, pulling into the parking space. He opened the door, slid out, closed it and walked over her side and opened it for her in what seemed to be a smooth, fluid movement. Stepping back, he reached his hand on to help her out as she spoke. 'Milady,' he mocked lightly with a light bow.
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Post by rachael on Jul 20, 2011 0:16:03 GMT -5
In the car, her head tilted with a small swing of her jaw. Price, she heard him say. Through all that fluid talk she had grown so used to hearing, she heard him say ‘price.’ So cryptic – that was the way that Billa worked. So mysterious, with enough information to keep you satisfied within the present moment. Leaning comfortably in her chair, she reached a hand across the divider, hoping to find his.
“Well, I certainly hope so,” she replied – it was the best that she could give. Being promised un-censored permission into Billa’s mind and past? To his fears and failures? To his pride and joys? What better thing to ask for? Really, it was as if that was the prize itself, was to be promised that she’d know. With most men, this would have simply been absurd. To what, she would have said, could be so tragic as to not tell me in this leg of the relationship? She would have thought of trust issues, of abandonment, of insanity at the lack of historical communication. But it was different with Billa. There wasn’t any. . .sadness in not knowing. There was acceptance. There was looking past it. There was patience. And if anything, she had gained patience from him. Sure, she felt frustrated. But it was the little things that made it worth it.
At the words of his love, her heart warmed, like a child nearing towards an open flame. She leaned towards his arm, resting her head upon his shoulder while he drove. Just, if anything, a little touch. “Always,” was her reply, nudging a kiss into his bicep. “Always, Billa. Past forever.”
The silence filled the car, a quiet welcome of happiness. She welcomed with a mental embrace. It filled the car with, not awkwardness, but bliss. At least, for herself. Content being so close to his skin, and feeling it beneath her skin, swimming beneath her, she felt content. Just being near him – she could last months away, if she at least got a day to be near him.
When he pulled the car to a stop, however, he came around and helped her out. She felt not nearly as dressed for the restaurant they were arriving at. She knew the platters cost at least 10.00$, if not 13.00$ a plate. She swallowed as she saw the sign, taking his hand as he helped her out. She gave a look towards him.
“Am I in trouble?” she joked, eyeing him curiously. She knew he had wine in the back. Did she want to ruin her appetite for whatever he was about to let her eat? “How much should I eat?” she continued, thinking about the menu already.
Then, an overwhelming feeling of being spoiled overcame her. Playfully, she turned to him and slapped his shoulder. “This is no fair, babe!” she whined with a grin, but did that mean she wasn’t about to walk inside for some sushi?
Oh hell no.
She walked towards the door, bringing the love of her life at her arm. She wondered if he made reservations, since he was telepathic like that, but then decided. . . no.
That would almost be like he was supernatural.
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Post by tomi on Jul 20, 2011 7:40:48 GMT -5
Taking her hand and easing her out, Billa smiled charmingly as he let out a small, short laugh. He locked the car before placing his keys into his front pocket, turning his attention to her. 'Darling, why would you ask something like so?' he inquired curiously as he held her right hand in his (also right) hand, his left arm going around her waist as he led her forward, his jacket thick just enough that he didn't seem excessively cold to her. He eyes scanned the building thoughtfully before turning to her with a pensive expression on his features. 'Hmm, light so you won't be too full to have some wine and a few fruits, but enough that you will be comfortable and not so hungry,' he replied, leaning over and pressing his lips against her forehead lightly.
He chuckled lightly, the grin still lingering on his features as he shrugged absently. 'What is? Is it such a crime that I take my girlfriend out for an important date?' he asked her. In truth, he had put on a mask of ease, but deep down, his nerves were bunching together- had he been human he would have been sweating, panting, and looking around, completely uncomfortable with the situation he was in. But after so long of acting and putting on a show for the people around him, he had gotten good at lying. However, he didn't want to put her on the edge, because she wouldn't be enjoying herself if her mind was worried on him.
He stepped up the curb and moved forward, opening the door for her and the couple behind them before he stepped forward and joined her. His eyes flickered around to the tables before stepping forward to the lady working. 'Yes, table for two, can it be outside, too?' he murmured sweetly, his tongue rolling over his teeth as he spoke. He stepped back and placed his hand on Rachel's lower back as they headed to their table. He tilted her head to the side and bent down so his lips were brushing the shell of her ear as he spoke. 'I hope you don't mind, I thought you would like to watch the sunset- also, most don't really eat outside, so it's quiet,' he explained quietly as he led her to the back, outside where the tables were- lit by a candle. He, being a gentlemen he was, pulled the chair open for her before he sat down himself.
He waved off the highly cheerful waitress as he unceremonously flipped open the menu, flipping through the pages with disinterest as he scanned the words- not intenting to really eat anything. 'Do tell me, Rachel, how's college?' he asked her quietly, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile. His life was... interesting, mostly spend dodging attention and being incredibily territorial about his girlfriend. Classes were a bore- as usual. He tapped his fingernails against the flat of the menu as he leaned back casually, crossing his legs as he peered at her through his half-lidded eyes, observing her through his thick lashes. His lips curled into the usual knowing smile.
He closed the menu with a soft snap. 'Do you have in mind what you would like to order?' he inquired- one thing he tried not to do was take her to eat. The reason? First- in a small town, there was no high quality and first class dinning that he wanted to her experience, two- he had to be aware of college and studies, while he didn't need to, she did, three- it was boring and a common date, and Billa wasn't common, and four- he didn't eat, the few times they went to eat he ordered little and often pretended to steal from her plate. He hoped she wouldn't mind that he had picked up his dinner in an alleyway where a man was trying to search for his keys while stumbling around looking for his car. It was true- what she didn't know wouldn't hurt. Soon- she will, though.
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Post by rachael on Jul 20, 2011 20:52:56 GMT -5
* I’m going to skip the dinner part *
The sunset, she remembered, glittered wondrously down the pale sky. It was still a tint of orange when they had gotten and paid for the tab, Rachel happily content with her Dragon Rolls and Billa, as usual, eating beforehand. She convinced herself that it was just a food allergy that he wouldn’t admit to – something like celiac disease. Why else wouldn’t he eat anything in front of her? Maybe he was too proud to not eat along with her? Wheat was practically in everything. So, it made sense that he didn’t eat with her. He must have had his own dinner beforehand, to take care of himself and then treat her to dinner. It made perfect sense. She had friends who were celiacs.
It just made perfect sense.
Licking her lips dry of extra sauce she had ordered, they got up and she, not knowing what Billa was up to tonight, turned to face him. “You’re acting a little unusual tonight,” she commented, sliding her hand into his as he neared her. She shivered her arms closer to her body, as she got colder with the wind. She then snorted, as a memory flitted into her mind.“Did Jacob threaten you again?” she mused. Yet, on the flipside, the laughter of her remark only darkened with the present reality. That, although a small joke, was. . . well, it was still very possible. Her and her brother were not on the best of terms.
She thought to go back into the car, but she wasn’t sure. She had a wonderful time at the meal, however. They joked, smiled, laughed together. She brought up memories of when they were first together, the dates they would spend together reading silently but contently with each other. She remembered snuggling close to him on a couch one day months ago, then another time when she played with his hair. Then, even other times when she fell asleep in jacketed arms, and then awoke in her dorm room, his scent still laced on her clothes. And then, even the nights when he would stay over late, testing her on quizzes they both had together. Throwing pieces of paper at him, laughing with her chuckling laugh. Memories, flooding her mind. Swarming, devouring, engulfing her.
When she reached the car and touched the metal rim of the handle, she awoke from her pleasant trip through the past. She got in, buckled herself, giddy and happy with the fact she had her favorite sushi – Dragon Rolls, and that she was with her favorite man in the world, Billa.
“Rachel Marie Schwartz,” she mumbled to herself, as she often liked to do. She said it below a whisper, barely audible, where she thought she knew Billa wouldn’t hear. Then she said it again. She smiled. Could one die from being this happy? He seemed busy with getting into the car, so before he could get within distance to notice she was saying anything at all, she shut up, a smile plastered onto her face.
As he set the ignition, pushed it to drive, and glided along the black streets of Port Angeles, Rachel realized after a while that he wasn’t going anywhere near the college. He was headed in a different direction. To, where though? Her mind splintered, thinking of different places that he could have been headed to, until he sometimes would take a turn and then recalculate her thinking. She played with the music station, seeming uninterested in the direction of their driving, but she was watching the turns closely. It was when she hit a particular street that it hit her.
“We’re going to your place?” she curiously asked, surprise adding a tint of excitement in her voice. Now, this was really odd. She knew what it was, what it looked like, but it wasn’t as if she frequented it. She felt special, going there, knowing she was one of few. Her heart naturally skipped a beat, as she added up the events of tonight up.
Nice dinner. Surprise visit. Taking her to his house.
She eyed him, the cogs in her head turning. She went with the first thing that popped into her head. SEX, her subconscious screamed. It happened three times ago when he brought her over. But then she giggled, and crossed her legs. Oh, no, it wouldn’t be sex. He’d do more than what he did tonight. Tonight, he seemed more reserved. If he had wanted sex, he would have been much more forward about it. But then thoughts of late nights and Tvs left on and empty rooms filled her mind, and she swayed off course in her trail of thoughts, thinking of heavy breathing and careful planning and. . .
But then the car came to a smooth stop. She shook her head quickly, looking towards him. Then she peered out of the car. Yup, it was his house.
She looked towards him. Reserved. . . yes, he did seem more reserved tonight. Very formal, but himself. But. . . she didn’t know. There was something. She got out of the car, resting on the top of the car with her arms as she waited him to get out himself.
“This sure is getting more and more exciting,” she purred, a little cautious.
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notes Hah. ‘First thing to pop inside her minSSEEXX. LAWL
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Post by tomi on Jul 23, 2011 8:01:56 GMT -5
Paying the check and waiting for her to finish he tilted his head to the side curiously, but said nothing, thanking no one that she didn't comment on his lack of an appetite- she never did, and he was grateful for it. He stood up, stepping over to her as his fingers curled delicately over her warm hand, giving it a light squeeze as they walked back to the car, his expression still thoughtful as his mind wandered over on what her reaction would be- if not to the proposal, then to the truth- if not the truth, then to the reaction of the mutts that run around without clothes in. He didn't need their approval and Rachel didn't need her family's blessing, but he had come to learn a lot of women dreamed about a perfect wedding- and Bill wished dearly that he could give it to her- a wedding where her family could enjoy and she walked down the aisle in her pretty (expensive) wedding dress. And he could have gotten it, had he not been a vampire.
Turning to the side, he stiffened at the mention of the name. After a moment of utterly cold silence between him, he finally spoke, his jaw stiff with caution and his voice slow, as if controlling an inner war. Soon- he had promised, she'll know why he acted like so- but until then, he had to keep it inside and hopefully she'll assume it's because they were just two boys who couldn't get along. 'Nein- it's not your brother,' he seethed softly, his tone soft and low- but menacing and harsh at the same time. It didn't matter how hard they try- they would never get along. Ever. 'You'll see why soon,' he promised a moment later, giving her a light smile, forcing himself to control his mind and get himself together. He opened the door for her and helped her into the car without another word, closing the door behind him when he heard it.
Rachel Marie Schwartz.
The human side of him was completely smug- hey, it had a nice ring to it. And he would have loved to walk around and show her off as his wife- someone he loved dearly and would never take for granted, someone who stayed with him despite his seemingly odd habit. How loyal would she be was yet to be determined, but she had showed him that she would stay with him, a curious fascinating to stay with him no matter how dark and moody, or mysterious he seemed to be. But the vampire nature didn't like it- first, he was human, he had lovers on the side but should never been interested in humans. He didn't belong, and second- she was Rachel Marie Black, if he really wanted to get himself caught in a middle of a pack of canines while they were let out for a morning piss, he couldn't have picked a better way to catch their attention.
Stepping into the car and turning on the engine, he pretended not to have heard her as he pulled out of the parking space and started to drive in the direction of his sleek apartment. It wasn't until she had spoke up did he arch a thin brow, amused at where her mind could be heading, despite it doing in the wrong direction. He continued to drive, silent for a few moments before he pulled up to the more posh building in Port Angeles and into his personal stall. He turned to her and smiled slightly- hoping his friend had done exactly what he had asked her to. He got out of the car and moved to open her door again. 'Exciting? I hope you're enjoying yourself then,' he said with a smile, leading her to the elevator and pressing the top floor. They would then take the stairs to the roof- there his friend had set up some candles a few bottles of wine and other things on out for them to use.
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Post by rachael on Jul 28, 2011 18:27:18 GMT -5
She really had to congratulate him. Here he was, pulling her along on this string of wonderful events, and to top it all off, here was the wine he promised her – next to a white draped table with candles galore. She felt like she was inside of a movie theatre. Her heart warmed to the fact that Bill had set this all up, thinking about how much of a romanticist he was. A coy smile tugged at her lips. This nearly made her giddy.
“Is. . . Is that Chardonay? And candles? And a white cloth draped table? Are. . .” she said, as she soon began to ramble, “. . . you kidding me. . .”
She finished the sentence in a mumble, smiles throwing themselves at her lips. She approached the table with Bill, making sure to pace herself, as her heart jumped happily in her chest. See, sometimes, it was really hard being away from him. Sometimes it stung, when she would toss and turn in her bed and miss him avidly. But it was times like these that made up for everything, and everytime she missed him. This made up for a lot. Just seeing all this made all those times feeling lonesome worth it.
She took the cue to sit down, after she saw the chairs and the empty wine glasses. You didn’t need to tell her twice to try some white wine. With any other alcohol, she would have seriously declined. Too many bad memories and feelings were associated with those beer bottles. But wine was more. . . sophisticated. Relaxing. Higher end. And as she peered closer to the dates of the wine bottles themselves, she held back a gulp as she realized this was really prized wine. She held in a breath and inwardly sighed. Oh, Jesus Bill. . .
She sat down, crossing her legs in the process. An arched brow on her face was well under way. “Alright. What have you done?” she inquired, curiosity rigged in her tone. “Is this your way of apologizing to me for something? Do you need shelter from the cops? Did you kill someone tonight?”
She laughed slightly, the thought of Bill killing someone quickly flitting across her mind. She smiled. If he had, and the police were out for him, it would be just like a movie she saw the other night, where a fugitive had to hide in a neighbor’s home for weeks on end. Eventually, he contracted Stockholm Syndrome.
She eyed him. What was he up to?
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notes GIMMEH SOME WINE. You can just say you poured some in her glass and you can go ahead and assume she drinks like, two glasses.
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NOTES: o.o