|
Post by Ray on Dec 4, 2017 15:08:47 GMT -7
Despite the tease, her expression remains somber, and Adrian's own fleeting moment of amusement drifts away completely. His eyes follow her as she moves to sit upon the edge of the tossed bed, his brows furrowing close in concern. He did not expect her next words, or the implication that comes with them. Slowly, as realization begins to set in deeper and deeper, his still heart sinks lower in his chest.
He's quiet for a long moment, before he finally voices what she's failing to say out loud, "You think I killed them?" His brows bounce high at that. "That I...what, lost control and started carving up women in White Chapel for the hell of it?" Adrian scoffs a little, not knowing whether to laugh or be angry.
He knows that he's not completely free of suspicion. He's lost control once before when the hunger that's always right beneath his skin became too much. But that was years ago. Back when he was still relatively new to this. Back when he was still unpracticed in sustaining himself in a worthwhile way. But he has been a vampire for six centuries now. More than enough time to learn how to keep himself from dissecting prostitutes in back alleys.
"Jesus," Adrian breathes out, shaking his head and looking away from her. He runs his hand down over his face, catching at his jaw and letting her words sink in. "No," he finally says, looking back to her and letting his hand fall back to his side, "I didn't kill them."
"Well is it?" Jon asks, following Edric towards a living room. He leans his body into the frame of the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest. Edric glances towards him from where he's pouring a glass of bourbon, one brow cocking upwards. "An odd place."
Edric huffs out a breath, crossing the room towards him and holding out the glass for Jon to take. He does, slowly. "Worried I'm up to no good, Snow?" Jon says nothing, letting the words hang in the air. Edric rolls his eyes faintly, turning back for a second glass and filling it high. "I have spent half of my life hiding in the shadows," he begins, setting the bottle down, "Trying to disappear among the wilds and forgotten places." He stands straight, turning back to look at Jon. "Well the world has changed. More so now than ever. Men build ships the size of city blocks, build metropolises where there was only farmland a century ago, send entire armies out into the unknown just to find lost things. There is very little that hasn't been discovered or foraged or paved down to make room for hat shops and estates for fancy lords. Hiding in the trees or the snow or the mountains is an impossible thing. So we have to hide in plain sight."
"What does that mean?" Jon asks, not understanding.
Edric lifts the glass to his mouth and downs the drink in a single swallow. He flinches a little, more at the taste than anything, before sighing quietly. He sets the glass aside, thinking for a moment. "Come with me to the Parlour tonight. You'll understand then."
|
|
|
Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 4, 2017 15:36:23 GMT -7
Katherine watched him and she wanted to wince because of his words but there had been a part of her that had thought all of those things. She knew what it felt like to want to lose control to just give in to the darkness that was waiting for her, waiting to catch her when she fell off the wagon. She never wanted to do that but she couldn't help the feeling of hunger. She had been lucky so far but she knew in the end her luck could run out and Katherine would topple over the edge and there wouldn't be anyone there to catch her when she did.
She bit on her lip and sighed softly and closed her eyes as he started speaking before she slowly opens her eyes and looks up at him once more. Adrian looked away from her and for the first time she didn't want to see the look he would have in his eyes when he looked back at her, she didn't want to see hate or even anger because she had said all of this. But if he wanted to hate her then that was completely fine, if he wanted to be angry then he could be for as long as he wanted.
Katherine nods her head when he says that he didn't kill the women. She hesitates for a moment and then stands up and walks over to where he is. "Adrian, I'm sorry but I did have to ask" she admitted and looked over his face. "But if it helps I didn't do it either" she said and then sighs once more before looking out the window. So if it wasn't them two then maybe Jon was right that it wasn't supernatural. Maybe it was just some human that got off on doing something like this. She moved her hand and gently put it on his arm and moved her eyes to look at him.
Katherine gave him a soft squeeze before she let her hand drop and then move towards the door once more.
|
|
|
Post by Ray on Dec 4, 2017 16:21:42 GMT -7
The day passes, grey skies turning gloomy orange like the dying embers of a fire as the sun sets. A chill rises through the streets, but despite the murders, despite the lingering horror, the city does not quiet. Accepting Edric's strange invitation, Jon returns to Houndsditch Road with Katherine at his side, not knowing what to expect. Edric's words had been a little cryptic, the plural we standing out like a bright light in the back of Jon's mind. He can't explain the odd feeling in his stomach, but he does not let it show on his face as they walk the length of the narrow street towards their destination. Night has fallen completely now, sky so black and overcast that not even the stars shine.
Unlike earlier that morning, gaslights glow now on either side of the doorway, casting a golden hue over this part of the alley. A sign now sits above the door, the same intricate writing on the flyer and the same skeleton lady looking down upon them. A red stone glitters at her neck. But a sort of quiet still lingers.
"Well...for once, Kili wasn't exaggerating." Jon murmurs, looking first to the image and then down to the door. It stands closed, but through the small opaque widow at eye-level, he can see lights burning within. He glances towards Katherine, lips pressing flat in apprehension.
"You're early," a familiar voice echoes down the alleyway. Jon turns to look, spotting Edric approaching. He wears a heavy almost military black coat now, collar lifted high around his neck.
"You're late," Jon replies.
Edric gives half a grin. Without a moment of hesitation he steps to the door and turns the handle and gives it a push. It opens easily this time, and Edric steps through inside. Jon gives Katherine one final look before following after, preparing himself by drawing in a deep breath.
As soon as he steps through, he pauses for a moment, his brows twitching close.
Hellsing's Parlour looks like any other pub, all wooden furniture and stacked casks of ale for show, and a man already stretched half asleep across the bar. It's nearly empty, save a few drinking men in the corner sitting beneath a large ticking clock that shows it's nearing midnight. A calliope plays tinny Chopin, and the smell of beer lingers in the air. A prim man stands behind the bar, cleaning out glasses with a white cloth, his mustache curled at the ends and his eyes finding them immediately.
"Evenin', Eddy." The man says with a smile as Edric approaches. Jon stares, a little dumbfounded. "You're early. These friends of yours?" He asks, nudging his chin towards Katherine and Jon.
Edric glances back with a small nod, "Old friends." He replies, looking back to the bartender. "I'm looking for a cask of Amontillado." He says as if he were ordering a drink. The bartender sets down his glass, gives a vague two-fingered salute, and pulls something beneath the bar. Behind him, the cabinet of stacked rows of spirits suddenly opens, revealing a dimly lit stairwell. The man asleep at the counter starts a bit, woken out of his drunk stupor, before mumbling indistinguishably and setting his head back down upon his arm.
"I think you'll find what you're looking for down there," the tender says with a wink in Jon's direction. Edric moves forward without another word, rounding the counter and heading for the stairs. Jon has to pull himself out of his own odd thoughts to follow after, a little cautiously.
|
|
|
Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 4, 2017 16:36:37 GMT -7
When Jon had come back from finding Edric and saying that he had an invite to the Parlour that Edric went too she had originally planned to say no but there was always this intrigue pulling at her so in the end she agreed. Leaving Maria with the others she left the brothel and travelled with Jon. But she made them promise they would be careful especially after the murders. Just the conversation with Adrian earlier still played in her mind
Jon spoke and she looked around "He does like to exaggerate sometimes" she gave a slight smile but her mind was elsewhere right now. Katherine didn't like that she was sidetracked because it meant she would miss things so when Jon started speaking she looked in the direction he was looking too and saw Edric coming towards them.
He seemed eager to show this to Jon.
Katherine walked in behind them and she looked around to see just what was so special about this place but it looked like an ordinary pub, nothing special at all but it wasn't until a set of steps leading down appeared did Katherine finally realise what was happening. They were going down into the basement of a pub that was clearly to keep everyone else out. Everyone that wasn't like them.
Sneaky but good.
Jon walked down after Edric and Katherine, picking up her skirts a bit followed after. If this place was for the supernatural then it definitely could be one of the best places and it might even help them pass this century.
|
|
|
Post by Ray on Dec 4, 2017 17:02:39 GMT -7
The stairwell is long and dark, a few sconces attached to the stone walls leading their way down into the depths of the pub. Edric is sure-footed as he leads them on, remaining quiet, while Jon follows in the middle of their small group with an uneasy feeling. He can't describe it, the way his heart itself seems to tense in anticipation. Maybe it's just the circumstance itself, the hidden stairwell, the secrecy. Or maybe it's the cryptic way Edric was talking earlier, of shadows and places to hide.
He doesn't know.
They near the end of the stairwell, and through his own tumultuous thoughts, he begins to hear the chords of music. Strange, deep, accompanied by a lulling woman's voice. The smell of burning wicks fills his nostrils, as they reach the bottom and turn the corner, a large spacious room spreads before him. At one time it might have been a wine cellar. The walls still hold shelves of dusty bottles left unopened, glittering in the sparse candlelight that leaves the place dark and haunting, like a forgotten temple. A stage fills the entire right side, upon which a beautiful woman stands in the center, dark-skinned and singing the song that had followed them down. There are chairs and tables, the kind usually found in expensive men's clubs and estates, cushioned with red leather and built from dark woods. A sort of haze from the burning candles fills the air, making every smell perfumed and the world feel smokey. It's crowded, busy. At least thirty people milling around, deep in conversation, deep in their drinks, or deep in each other. He sees a woman dressed like a burlesque dancer sitting upon the lap of another woman dressed in a neat black suit, their lips connected. A man glances towards them as they step in, and for a moment Jon swears his eyes flash like those of a cat caught in moonlight. But then he puffs on his pipe, and the smoke obscures his face.
"What is this place?" Jon says, that uneasy feeling not leaving him as Edric leads them on towards a second bar, a pale man with tattoos covering the majority of his face and arms standing there waiting.
"A shadow." Edric replies, glancing towards him as he comes to a halt at the bar.
"'ello, friend." The man says, his voice deep and rough. It's only then that Jon notices the man's tongue is forked like that of a snakes. "They're new." The bartender says, looking over Jon and Katherine like a predator looking at prey.
"Three absinthes." Edric says, ignoring his comments.
"The good man has been asking about you," the bartender continues, reaching down for bottles and glasses. "Should I let him know you're here?"
"I'm not here to talk business."
"Shame." The bartender tsks, pouring a strange green liquor.
|
|
|
Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 4, 2017 17:20:01 GMT -7
They keep going down and down and at one point Katherine starts to wonder if they're going to be reaching another country. If it was anyone else she was sure that they wouldn't be as graceful as her but since becoming a vampire she could do anything and still make it look like she had intended to do it. The back of her dress dragged down the stairs and when they neared the end and there was music she was a little surprised but at the same time she wasn't sure if she was supposed to be.
They reached the bottom and then turned a corner and before she knew it they were in a room and she felt her mouth drop. She guessed that this was where Edric liked to come but at the same time she wondered why Adrian didn't want to come, did he even come this far? Was there something here that she didn't know about? His words were coming back to her and she realised what he had meant, it was for people like them or not people if that was the only way she could really put it. She guessed that this was all the supernatural beings here and wondered why they hadn't heard about this before but she guessed that was because she wasn't very well plugged in. Katherine wanted to be away from anything like them mostly because she knew what vampires were like.
But here they could literally be who they were and not worry about who would tell.
Edric led them over to a bar and she slowly followed as she looked around but there was still something in her that wasn't sure whether or not she would come back, she guessed it depended on what the night was like. The man at the bar had a forked tongue and the realised she was staring and looked down at the bar. If she was honest she thought that there were only two types of supernatural beings in the world and that was wolves and vampires but now she was going to have to think more open than that. Katherine looked over at Jon with her mouth open and a raised eyebrow.
When the bartender poured the green drinks and gave them the glasses Katherine held hers up and looked over at Edric. "I only drink the red stuff" she muttered at him and pushed her eyebrows together.
|
|
|
Post by Ray on Dec 4, 2017 17:37:53 GMT -7
"Why didn't you say so," the bartender comments after Katherine's remark. He turns away for a moment, opening a chest of ice leaning against the far wall. Cold mist spills free, but he digs his hand in anyway, and pulls out a bottle of thick red liquid. He tugs off the cap with his teeth, and pours it in an equally chilled glass. With a sly smile, he slides it across the bar towards Katherine. "Twenty years, fresh," he describes, and then with a rasping chuckle, "Bon appetit."
Edric frowns a little, eyeing the glass for a brief moment of distaste before downing his absinthe.
Jon slowly begins to understand, the strange feeling growing in his chest, rising at the back of his mouth like bile. He's not been a stranger to the supernatural. Since meeting Edric, his has been filled with it. Witches and wolves and vampires. But other than those he keeps closest around him, he's come to distrust the kinds of things that lurk in the dark. They've only ever been monsters and mayhem. And here he is, standing in a pub full of it.
Suddenly needing the drink, he swallows it down in a swallow, and almost immediately regrets it. It's stronger than anything he's ever tasted, stronger than the most vile wildling ale, stronger than the swill they'd found in taverns in the surliest ports. As it rushes down his throat, boiling, he's reminded of the black mixture Rowan made him swallow all those years ago. But the fire in his chest eats it up.
He coughs hoarsely, placing the back of his hand to his mouth while setting the glass sharply down onto the bar.
"Easy there, mate." The bartender says, the sly smile remaining. "It's fuckin' poison, that."
Jon clenches his jaw, unamused.
"Let's sit." Edric says, seemingly unaffected by the absinthe.
|
|
|
Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 4, 2017 17:57:12 GMT -7
The bartender heard her remark and her attention was pulled back to him and then he started pouring her a drink of blood and spoke about the fact that it was fresh and clearly from a human. She looked down at the glass and for a moment she could feel the back of her throat burning from hunger. Katherine's eyes caught the look on Edric's face and she gave him a grin with her fangs out before letting the grin slip off her lips and looking back at the glass in her hand. It had been a very long time since she drank human blood and the last thing she wanted to do was lose control.
She wasn't like most vampires that liked to drink human blood and just get lost in the moment. Katherine wanted to remember those around her, she wanted to care about people and not flick that switch that she had heard so much about. She had a man that cared about her so drinking the human blood hadn't been an option but even she knew that she couldn't hide that part of her forever.
Katherine took a drink and felt the blood move to the back of her throat and a bit of the hunger subside. She hadn't realised she was hungry in the first place but she guessed that it was there. Now she was drinking some of the red stuff while Jon had swallowed the the green stuff and was coughing. She put her glass down and turned her attention on the man that was stood next to her before they headed towards a table after Edric said about sitting. Katherine making sure that she got her glass of red stuff with her.
This definitely hadn't been what she thought was here when Adrian had pretty much said that it was hell. Although she guessed that could be the word with all of these, she guessed, supernatural beings in one room. It was a place for them to come so that they could be out of the way of humans and for them to be safe in a world that didn't cater for them at all. "Are you alright?" she asked Jon and looked over at him after the coughing fit he had had at the bar. Katherine worried about him especially seeing as he had just got back from travelling the world to find whatever it was he had been looking for.
There was always something wondering if he really got it in the end.
|
|
|
Post by Ray on Dec 4, 2017 18:17:54 GMT -7
They find an empty table, apparently a very lucky thing in this place considering how crowded it is. The singer continues on with her song, momentarily glancing down towards them with eyes like liquid gold. Jon clears his throat as he sits, trying to be rid the taste of the absinthe but failing. "I'm fine," Jon replies, shaking his head slightly, the liquor going straight to it. Edric sits down across from him, eyeing him just as carefully. "You could have given me a little warning about this place." Jon huffs, keeping his voice.
"I did." Edric replies, leaning back in his seat. "And apparently, so did Adrian."
"So what, exactly, is this?" Jon asks, glancing around. No one seems to be paying them much attention, all embroiled in their own endeavors. A waitress comes by, wearing a blood red bustier and very little else, setting down three more glasses in front of them. She smiles, and her incisors are shaped into sharp vampiric points. Two of them swirl green, the third is red for Kat. Jon tries hard not to let that worry him on top of everything else.
Edric pulls in a deep breath, waiting until the girl disappears, before he leans forward to talk lowly. "Like I said. The world has changed. We all have our ways of hiding, but it's harder now. Places like this...they're not ideal, but it's somewhere to escape prying eyes."
"How did you find it?" Jon furrows his brows. Edric hesitates for a moment, teeth clicking together.
"A friend." He finally says with a slow blink.
"A friend?" Jon repeats, a little in disbelief.
"Don't seem so jealous," Edric comments with a mirthless sort of sarcasm. "You're not the only one in my life."
"And this business with the good man?" Jon pushes, not satisfied with any of this.
A slight smile twitches at the corner of Edric's mouth. He leans back once more, resting against the spine of the chair, hands settling upon the arms. "Not important."
|
|
|
Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 4, 2017 18:30:46 GMT -7
Katherine watches Jon for a moment before letting her eyes look around. She couldn't deny that her senses were more aware of everything seeing as she had taken a drink of the human blood. Denying human blood to a vampire was apparently the worse thing that could happen, it's like denying what they were. She already know she was a vampire and hated it. She hated still being alive and she hated the craving for blood.
So when Tristan wanted her to turn Adrian to keep him alive she hadn't wanted to do it, she didn't want anyone else to go through what she was going through but that hadn't mattered to him. In the end she ended up turning him and that's why she felt responsible for the guy. It's probably the reason why she didn't like letting him out of her sight and why he came with them everywhere they moved. Katherine also knew that he would be safe at the brothel for reasons only she knew.
Edric and Jon spoke and then three more drinks appeared at their table and Katherine looked up at the waitress and saw that she was a vampire. She found that other vamps were trouble and she tried to stay away from the others.
Her eyes dropped to the glass of the red stuff and swallowed hard before grabbing hold of it and drinking, finishing up the glass she already had. Katherine knew she had to be careful, one too many glasses and she would be hunting down humans for their veins.
She licked the blood off her finger before looking up at the two men she was sat with. "You know that's not going to be enough for Jon" she said when Edric said his business with the good man wasn't important. She ran her tongue over her red lips and got the rest of the blood off.
Her hand trembled as she picked up the second glass.
|
|
|
Post by Ray on Dec 4, 2017 19:11:33 GMT -7
Katherine's words voice the same thought circling Jon's mind, a thought that brings back every suspicion he's had all day. This is strange. All of it. And he does not like Edric's sudden reluctance to give him straight answers. He's about to say as much when he sees Edric's eyes shift towards Katherine, a thin line forming between his brows, and then his hand suddenly reaches out. With a thud, he grabs Katherine's wrist and slams her hand down onto the table, a drop of blood splashing from the glass held in her grip onto the wood.
"Enough." He says through his teeth, eyes flashing red. He takes the glass from her, setting it roughly on the tray of a passing girl. "Don't bring her any more."
"Is there a problem?" A man's voice, smooth and proper interrupts. Jon breaks his gaze from Katherine, swallowing the worried lump in his throat, before following the sound. An older gentleman approaches the table, a graying trimmed beard upon his jaw and a small smile upon his lips. He comes to a halt, resting his palms upon the sleek black cane he carries. Edric lets free a slow breath.
"No." He replies, pushing himself to his feet, "There is none."
"Good, I wouldn't want your new friends to not enjoy their time here," the older gentleman says, looking around the table, "That would be unfortunate," he adds on with another friendly smile.
"This is Abraham Hellsing, owner of this establishment," Edric introduces, though he seems reluctant to. "Abraham, this is Katherine Pierce and..." he hesitates for a moment, grey eyes settling upon Jon, "Jon Snow." He finally says.
"Ah, a pleasure," the gentleman speaks, holding out a palm towards Jon, "Any friend of Edric's is a friend of ours." Jon pulls his lower lip between his teeth for a moment before rising to stand, reaching out a hand to shake Abraham's.
"Thank you." Jon replies, with a terse smile.
"Snow, that is...quite an interesting name." Abraham says, hand lingering on his for a moment longer than necessary. His grip is firm and tight, betraying strength.
Jon parts his lips, quickly trying to think of a lie, of anything, but he never gets a chance. A hand suddenly snakes around to Abraham's front, bronze and ringed in pretty jewels, followed by the long arm and slim, feminine body. Her dress is black and long and draping, cinched at the waist by a belt made of gold twine and clasped at a single shoulder with a gold broach. Beneath, where the fabric of her dress hangs low across her chest, a tightly fitted brassiere is exposed, made of red and gold. Her dark hair is long, falling over her shoulders and streaked with the golden glow of candlelight. "Do not bother the man with such boring questions, mon amant," the woman speaks, a French lilt lacing her words as her fingers slip just beneath the lapels of Abraham's suit coat at his chest. She rests her chin at his shoulder, and when her eyes find Jon, amber brown and ringed with gold, a slow smile pulls at her full red lips. "They are not here to discuss names."
"I am making conversation, Camilla." Abraham scoffs a little, looking towards the woman.
"Make conversation with your lords and doctors and sirs then, cherie. They are waiting for you." She says, motioning back towards a group of gentlemen all waiting near the bar in fine clothes, looking around in interest and awe.
"Ah yes. Forgive me. I have business to attend to," He gives Edric a pat on the shoulder, the wolf grimacing a little, before turning and leaving their table. But the woman remains, watching after him until his attention is elsewhere. And then she turns to Edric and suddenly throws herself upon him, arms looping around his neck, lips planting a kiss at his jaw.
"Tu m'as fait attendre." She says, almost lovingly.
|
|
|
Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 4, 2017 19:33:12 GMT -7
Katherine was halfway to drinking some more of the blood when she feels her wrist being pulled away from her mouth and her hand being slammed down onto the table. They might argue, might say words towards each other but never has Edric done this. He grabs the glass out of her hand and putting it away from her. Her lips pull back from her teeth to reveal her fangs. His eyes go red and he tells her that she's had enough. She doesn't think so infact she's actually feeling so much more better than she has in a very long time. Human blood makes her feel so much better but even she can see how easy it is to give in to that part of her.
She feels her fangs disappear when she sees Jon's worried look and she swallows hard. Even Katherine isn't perfect and is bound to fall off the wagon but that blood tasted so good. Edric tells Jon not to bring her anymore and she sighs.
They are then interrupted by another voice and Edric stands up, she moves her eyes over to the fourth voice and sees that its a man and he was the owner apparently. So she guessed that he was the good man that the bartender was on about. "Unfortunately not everyone can have a good time" she mutters and looks at Edric before looking at the man. She gives him a smile when Edric introduces her before then moving onto Jon. Katherine moved her eyes over to look at Jon who was in a somewhat conversation with the man before another voice joined them.
This time it was female and she was french. The two spoke and then before long the male had moved away and the female, Camilla, was kissing Edric's jaw. "I think I'm going to be sick" she whispered to Jon before making a funny face at the two. It had been bad enough that Sansa had been with him but to know that this French woman was all over him. "Or another drink" she said and grinned before biting on her lip.
|
|
|
Post by Ray on Dec 4, 2017 19:57:31 GMT -7
Jon raises his brows a little at Camilla's clear infatuation with Edric, her red lipstick leaving just the barest mark upon Edric's bearded jaw. "I was busy," Edric replies in English, before glancing in the direction that Abraham had wandered off to, "And so it seems were you." The woman pulls away, smiling pleasantly, and lets her hands drift down over Edric's chest for a moment.
"Are you jealous, mon loup?" Edric gives a slight shake of his head, the barest smile finding its way to his lips, before he pulls her hands gently from his chest. Camilla takes the opportunity to turn to the others, her eyes drifting over them once more, inspecting in interest. Her gaze lingers on Katherine for a moment as she bites down on her lip, and then she looks to Jon, head inclining slowly to the side. "Or should I be the jealous one? They are beautiful, no?" She says, and suddenly, her hand is stroking at Jon's cheek, warm fingertips like silk drifting down his face, long nail catching at his lip. "Especially this one." He blinks in surprise, pulling back.
"Camilla." Edric says, giving her arm a little tug back away from Jon.
"Oh ne sois pas aigre." She sighs with a roll of her eyes. "I am only having fun. Abraham can be such a bore."
"I'll take it this is your friend?" Jon comments, shifting his gaze away from Camilla to Edric, still holding onto her arm.
A sly smile finds its way to the woman's lips. "I can be yours too."
"Thank you, but no thank you," Jon replies, looking to Katherine momentarily.
"So polite too. And loyal. You hardly see that in men these days." Camilla comments. She pulls herself from Edric's grasp with ease, reaching instead for the forgotten glasses of absinthe. She lifts one to her lips before looking back at Jon with a curious eye. "Why have you come to this place, then? If not looking for abandon insouciant?"
"He was curious," Edric fills in.
"Curiosity leads to trouble." Camilla replies before drinking down the absinthe as if it were honey.
"And you know that better than most." Edric comments, pulling out his chair and sitting down in it once more.
"Especially for humans," Camilla continues, looking to Edric with a knowing eye. "They will eat him alive here."
|
|
|
Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 4, 2017 20:21:59 GMT -7
Katherine grimaces at the two of them and then shakes her head. If she was going to have to witness this then she really was going to need something strong. Seeing as she couldn't have anymore blood, she would have to go for something else and suddenly wondered if they did any whiskey here but she was a little bit too embarrassed to ask. The last thing she wanted was for the forked tongued bartender to laugh at her. It's bad enough she lost her blood, she didn't need to be laughed at either.
She felt Camilla's gaze on her and she slowly moved her eyes over to look at the woman and for a moment she was starting to wonder just what she saw. Did she see the woman that was sat in front of her or the vampire that wanted the blood that was just over the bar? But then she said that they were both beautiful and she looked over at Jon. What exactly was going on here? She wasn't sure she even wanted to know but then Camilla put her hand on Jon and Katherine raised an eyebrow.
She honestly had no idea what was going on right now other than the fact this French woman came over and started flirting with Edric, well she guessed it was flirting. Can't really tell when it comes to the giant wolf. Camilla says that she could be Jon's friend too but he declines it and looks straight at him, to which she turns and looks at him too. A soft smile pulling at her lips. Now she knew why Adrian stayed away from this place. If it's bad for him then it's got to be hell.
Katherine licked her lip and said "If you want to have some fun then you can" she said and indicated Camilla. She couldn't stop him if he wanted to have fun with the French woman.
|
|
|
Post by Ray on Dec 4, 2017 20:57:15 GMT -7
"Ooh, I like you." Camilla says, indicating Katherine with her empty glass as a grin pulls at her lips, devilishly but still beautiful. "Perhaps I should have fun with you. Vampires do know a thing or two." Jon looks between the two women during this exchange, surprised by Katherine's sudden approval of Jon gallivanting off with a stranger, and not so surprised by Camilla's change in interest. But he shakes his head a little, trying to focus back on everything that has happened. Between the pub itself, the owner, and now Camilla's words.
"Human?" He asks, looking back to her, catching that word in the midst of it all. "What makes you think I'm human?" He knows of no other human who has lived for six centuries, no other human who has an inability to die or stay dead for that matter. If he is human, then he does not know what being human means.
Edric flicks his eyes towards him, giving a slight shake of his head, the start of a warning, but Camilla already heard him. She looks to him curiously, a manicured brow lifting upwards and her glass lowering to the table gently. She looks to Edric for a moment before regarding Jon again, looking him over in one slow blink. She inclines her head to the side, a wave of dark hair spilling like a veil."Intéressant..." she says, narrowing her amber eyes.
"Camilla," Edric begins.
But their conversation is ended swiftly when another voice calls her name as well, and the woman turns to look back towards Abraham and his train of two prim looking men. He's smiling wide, and holds out a hand for Camilla to take. She does, allowing herself to be pulled against Abraham's side. Her hand comes to rest upon his chest and a warm smile fills her lips. Edric rubs a hand slightly at his chin, looking to Jon. "Gentlemen, I would like you to meet my muse, the amorous Camilla."
"Enchante." Camilla replies.
"Camilla, this is Dr. Jekyll, a prominent chemist," he introduces, waving a hand towards the first place. He's large and poorly postured, a man of about fifty with a grim face. He nods a little, but does not smile. Abraham continues, waving his hand towards the other. There, a tall, handsome, lithe man stands, straight backed and self-possessed. His black hair is cut short at the sides, while the rest atop is slicked back neatly, not a single strand out of place. A short, well-groomed beard casts a shadow upon his sharp jawline. "And this strapping young man is Sir Vladimir Drake de Ville."
"Please," the man speaks, his voice smooth like velvet, "Just call me Drake." He smiles, flashing a hint of perfect white teeth, but there is a sharpness to them. Camilla's own smile fades slightly, her playful demeanor fading as something flickers across her gaze.
"And forgive me, I am being terribly rude," Abraham continues, not noticing the shift in atmosphere. He turns to look at the others at the table. "Jekyll, Drake, these are acquaintances of mine. Edric, Jon, and Katherine, was it?" He introduces, motioning to each of them in turn. The man known as Drake shifts his eyes away from Camilla, and settles them upon Katherine. As he does, the corner of his smile ticks further.
"A pleasure." He says, looking at no one else.
|
|