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 Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 8:32 am
Marco let out a sigh, an obvious sign that it wasn't that grand of a day."I woke up in a bad mood and it would have been fine had some other members not annoyed me that early in the morning. So I basically spent the day alone like I normally do,"he explained with a small frown.
There he was just sleeping on his bed like usually when there was a crushing disturbance just outside his door. Being forced to wake up is something that really ticks him off. Getting up from his bed, Marco went to the door to see that a couple of members were playing outside his room. Apparently they had thought it was ok to cause this much noise in the morning since they thought everyone was gone. He didn't do anything but he let them know that he was upset with them, slamming the door. Retreating back to bed was out of the question so he just stayed in his room for a few hours until he decided to leave the home to walk in the woods by himself. Some might say he's a lonely creature but he prefers the solitude.
"I don't understand why it can't be quiet in the morning,"he said, taking another small sip of his coffee. He set his cup back down just as William came walking in, sitting next to his mate. Like before Marco smiled without showing his teeth to show that he wasn't challenge William. He felt kind of stupid doing that but if he didn't do that then the others might think thats it is ok."Good evening, we were just discussing our days,"he explained to fill him in on what they were talking about. He hadn't seen William the entire day so he wasn't sure what he has been up to, probably stuff to do with the pack though."What have you been up to today?"he asked, briefly looking up at him before looking down at his mug. It was almost empty now, not that it matter though.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 10:28 am
Kassandra grinned at the man's disappointed groan as she pulled away from the kiss. She was quite proud of herself. The man was simply gorgeous, and she didn't doubt his blood was as tasty as his lips. Alright, alright, enough play time. It's time to eat, she thought as her stomach growled a bit. Smirking Kassandra swept her hair behind her shoulders and pushed the man roughly against the brick wall of the alley.
"Oh, a rough one, are you? I like that," the man said with a grin.
She held back her snort. If he only knew how rough she could be. Grinning herself Kassandra kissed him once more and then began to trail kisses down from his cheek to his neck. Hearing his moan made her all the more blood thirsty. Being able to control the hunger no longer Kassandra let her fangs appear. Positioning herself better she quickly bit into his neck.
As she drank she heard the man's moans of pleasure and smiled mentally. She was glad vampires bites had this affect. Not only did it mean easier drinking but it also meant they could always go back for more from the same person, or at least play with them again. Letting go of the man's neck with a sigh Kassandra retracted her fangs and licked the blood from her teeth and lips. Looking back at up at him she smirked.
His eyes were mystified, showing he hadn't gotten over the toxin yet, which meant he was in a dream like state. "Thanks for the meal, sweetie," she told him, "hope to see you around." Then with that Kassandra left the alleyway and began to walk down the sidewalk. She was not worried of being caught, she never was, and anyway people always came out of alleyways. Either it be from sexual intentions, for harming someone, or hey, maybe they were even homeless and living in an alley. It didn't matter what way, people usually never gave alleys a second glance. Besides that fact it actaully was more safe, and fun, to drink out in the open.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts Kassandra grinned. Now that feeding was out of the way, it was time to have some fun!
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 11:08 am
This is no white cross, it seems we're out of class..."Well, what do you consider morning? Because if morning for you is the same as for me, they might be excused." Artesia had a penchant for sleeping late when she didn't have to work. Maybe even "late" was an understatement. Sleeping till noon was only excusable when she didn't have work, an even then one could make a convincing argument that that was excessive. Because of her habit, she could excuse being woken up before she was ready. "You are certainly a lone wolf if I've ever seen one," she added with a wistful tone to her voice as the door opened.
A wide smile snaked its way across Artesia's face as her partner entered the room. He rubbed his arm against her and she laid her head on his shoulder. Her way of saying hello for the first time that evening. "Good evening yourself." She caught the unmistakable scent of pine. "So you were out in the woods. I was going to tell you I'd be out tonight." It was a funny coincidence that they had the same color shirt on, and she snorted softly when she noticed.We all are fragile, like statues made of sand...
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 12:33 pm
This is no white cross, it seems we're out of class..."Mal! I'm going out. That okay?" A teenaged girl with dirty blond hair pulled back in a low ponytail stuck her head into an unfinished room of the basement. Then quickly pulled her head back behind the wall as a bolt of lightning came her way. "Hey, watch it!" Her head reappeared, this time sporting a frown.
"You know I didn't mean to do it. How many times do I have to tell you not to startle me?" Malcolm flipped his wand up in the air like a baton. He said, "Freeze," and there it stayed in mid-twirl. With that, he went to his ward and tapped her on the head. "If you're not careful, Ange, you're going to end up getting electrocuted and you'll only have yourself to blame." Angelique, however, was not listening. Instead she was jealously eying his wand. He followed her gaze and simply said, "Don't even think about it. You should know it only works for me from when you stole it."
"I know. Doesn't mean I can't be jealous," she pouted. "Anyway, I'm going out."
"See you when you get back. Oh, I might not be here, so take your keys. I'm on call tonight."
Malcolm walked her to the door, where her friend waited in her car. I hope her car works long enough to get out of range, he thought as he descended back to the basement and was pleased to find his wand still in place. "I'm getting better at this. Normally it would have fallen when my thoughts shifted." He grabbed his wand and continued his practice.We all are fragile, like statues made of sand...
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 1:13 pm
William's smile changed as he caught Marco's greeting; no teeth. It wasn't bothersome that all of his pack members greeted him respectfully in that way, but he also felt as though it kept them from showing a full amount of emotion. If someone wanted to smile, a nice white toothy grin, they should feel free to do so. It wasn't as though William had no recollection of the difference between a happy smile and a threatful challenge, especially when he knew his pack members down to their roots. They were the only people he could ever trust to the full extent, and if he would ever misjudge such a thing, he'd be a sorry fellow. So, he matched Marco's smile, feeling as though he should share the same burden as the rest of his pack did.
As Artesia laid her head upon his shoulder, the emotion in his smile was unmistakeable. The gesture was comforting, a simple greeting, but Artesia's touch was equivalent to the touch of his whole pack. His love for her was deep and genuine, and the simplest of nudges from her would carry him up from the truest of sorrows. But, he wasn't sorrowful, he was in a rather joyful mood this evening.
"Yes, I was in the woods today," he confirmed Artesia's suspicion while, at the same time, answering Marco's question. As William heard the soft snort come from Artesia, he stroked a rough, but gentle hand through her smooth black hair. "I was gathering wood for tonight. I thought, perhaps, a bonfire would be a nice way to finish off the evening," he added with a warm smile, suggesting Marco should join him with a mere look from his gray eyes. Marco wasn't much of a socialite, and William always worried about his closest friend. Not that he couldn't fend for himself; he already surpassed William in strength, but for the fact that he was always alone. William often found himself wondering how much good it would do Marco to find himself a mate.
"It was a pleasant day. Being alone for that long even gave me some time to think about our preparations," he went on, his talking mostly directed at Marco, "We do have to get together soon to discuss them in detail, the time is closing in on us, only five short days left," he said in a serious tone, moving his head forward slightly as he talked. It was true, only five days until the new moon. Five days until the vampires were at their strongest. And as much as William enjoyed the carefree nights such as this one, he knew there were more important things to do in order to be on the defensive in time for the new moon.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 4:23 pm
Alyssa occupied herself by finishing the dishes, putting clean ones away, and wiping down the counters. When all of that was done, she started hovering around the kitchen, taking inventory. Normally that would be done later at night - which it still would be, or things would get messed up - but she wanted to do something. Standing around doing absolutely nothing wasn't a big talent of hers.
A few more minutes passed and Alyssa decided that it was safe to go and get everyone's orders. There wasn't much else for her to do, so there was no reason to stall any longer. She pushed her way through the kitchen door that led back to the main room of the restaurant and walked up to the others. She glanced at each in turn - Marco, then Artesia, then William - before glancing away. Her gaze was on her notebook by the time she reached them. What had seemed like a light hearted conversation before now felt a little more serious. She had heard William talking about preparations and getting the group together. But then nothing stayed very care-free for long, these days. Especially since it was getting so close to the New Moon.
"Good evening, William and Artesia." She greeted them with a smile - still, no teeth. Toothy grins in the Pack wasn't always taken badly, but once you were bitten and turned into a Werewolf, instincts took over a lot of your mind. It was hard to ignore them. It was when wolves started ignoring them and questioning them that others had to worry about the stability of the established pecking order. As far as she could tell, everyone was content with how things were, but you never knew. "Anything I can do for either of you?" She held up her pen and notepad, glancing at the both of them again, and then looked over at Marco, too. She wasn't about to ignore him just because the other were there. "Or you, Marco?" She looked down at the notepad. "Did you change your mind, and decide you want something else?"
The first question - the one directed at the Alphas - could technically have a double meaning. She was always looking to help, and they were getting close to the peak of their enemy's power. She doubted that there would be anything that she could do to help - as always, but then she was a Subordinate, so she could only be expected to offer her assistance. Sometimes not even that much. Anyway, as much of a offer to help that could be taken as, it was also simply a typical 'may I take your order?' line that every waitress would use.
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Kitty_Katastrophe Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 7:25 pm
"Well unlike most, I prefer the peace and quiet that I can only have when I'm by myself. The younger members are to rowdy, give me a headache just listening to them raunting on and on,"he said in a very annoyed tone. Being alone wasn't so bad since it gave him time to think about upcoming events like the new moon that was a few short days away now. The vampires will be at their strongest that night so they could almost expect an attack to happen. Not that they were weaken themselve when the new moon came, they just head to rely on their own strengths to get them through the night. Preparations would need to be made if they wanted to end the night with as little causalities as possible."Once I'm done making rounds tonight I'll join in on the bonfire,"he said with a small sigh, having caught sight of William eyes before he looked away. They look was so familiar, a look that suggest him to join in on these events. Wouldn't hurt to suck it up and join in he guessed.
As Alyssa came back to the table, Marco was ready for another cup of coffee as well as something to eat as well."Another cup of coffee and a hamburger, rare with onions and pickles on that,"he said licking his lips slowly. Nothing tasted better then a rare burger with onions and pickles, besides steak. He wasn't really in the mood for a bloody steak or really a hamburger. Hopefully when it came out from the kitchen he would be ready to eat it, not that he would waste prefectly good meat though."I might get some dessert later too,"he said to no one in particular, reaching for the dessert book to see what they had to choice from.
While he peered through the menu with little interest, Marco's mind was somewhere esle. He hoped that everything goes well on the night of the new moon but he was pretty sure that there would be loses. Members that couldn't fight should stay inside the house for the night while they set up a perimeter around the woods to keep a watchful eye out for vampires or hunters. To bad it couldn't be the full moon this time around but they stilled had a few weeks until it was there time to shine so to speak. He wondered what plan William had came up with for that night. His plans or ideas were always good so Marco made the extra effort to make sure that everyone understood what was going on and what they were suppose to do.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:03 pm
 Rourke stood silently in the doorway watching his mistress. This seemed the inevitable fate of those as old as they were and what new vampires had to look forward to; endlessness. Eternity holds more of a charm when one isn’t living it, when it’s elusive and impossible.
Being more melancholy is not going to make this life sentence any easier or more bearable.
He admired the white waterfall of Alette’s hair as it cascaded over her porcelain shoulders. She was flawless like all of their kind, pristine, but she was a different kind of perfection. Even centuries later he could not put his finger on what it was that drew him to her this way. But he did not like her this way, distant and lost, whatever plagued her , plagued him as well.
Rourke glided silently into the room until he stood behind her. He had mastered moving like a ghost after so many centuries but being together so long he’d be more surprised if he ever once managed to sneak up on her. Bending at the waist, he trapped her in her seat, both long fingered hands holding onto the desk on each side of her.
Rourke rest his chin on Alette’s left shoulder, “I see your thoughts lost out there in the dark.” He followed her gaze for a bit then gave into temptation. He nuzzled the soft curve of her neck where her scent was strongest, when he spoke next his voice was soft and muffled by the fall of her hair, “Would my Mistress be so kind as to grace me with her company for a walk and a snack?” Vampires did not need human food but even he had his weaknesses for their sweeter concoctions, his Mistress was also no fool. Rourke smiled into her neck and waited for her to catch his meaning and reply.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 2:52 pm
Alette tapped her fingernail against the desk absently. She had laid the pen diagonally across the blank parchment, having given up on writing anything tonight.
Things started getting tedious after the first few centuries. She never wrote the same thing twice. It would be far too dull. So, because of her refusal to repeat the same entry's, she often went days, weeks, or months without scribbling down so much as a single thought. But it wasn't as though anyone else read it. Rarely would Alette herself go back and re-read things she had written any amount of time ago, so there was really no reason to do it. It made no sense for her to continue the old habit, and yet, here she was. Night after night.
Two hands reached on either side of her, holding onto the table and trapping her between them in the process. She glanced sideways at Rourke, whose chin now rested lightly on her shoulder. "Where else can they get lost? Everything is dark, now." Her previous and distantly mournful frame of mind had brightened to one of amusement. She smiled, her shoulders shaking minutely from a barely suppressed laugh, when he turn his head to nuzzle at her neck. With her left hand, Alette reached up to run a few small fingers through the strands of Rourke's hair that she could reach. It was almost always in complete disarray, so there would be nothing she could do to make it any worse. On the contrary, whenever she got the chance, she would just try and straighten it. But as he was much taller than she was, the opportunity rarely presented itself.
"Well, I don't suppose why not. It is a rather nice evening. A walk would be wonderful, and of course, you can't have a good walk without a little snack." She tilted her head slightly toward him, leaning it against the side of his. "Although, I can't go anywhere while I'm trapped at my desk. Not that I'm complaining..." The side of her mouth twitched into a smirk before smoothing back into a smile.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 5:30 pm
At first it sounded like a small, rabid animal had crept into the closet and was nesting. There was the rustle of meticulously hung clothes, the knocking of hangers against each other, and the sounds of slow movement, probably shuffling limbs. After a few moments, there was a loud thump of something hard hitting one of the walls followed by some creature making an almost obscene exclamation of joy and excitement.
Alastar emerged from their mutual closet with one of Rourke's white dress shirts flung over a broad shoulder and a red tie in his mouth. One leg was in a pair of one of Rourke's nicer black dress slacks and he was hopping forward, clad in his white-with-red-hearts boxers, as he attempted to get his other leg in the trousers. It was an unseemly sight, but not completely indecent. As the more carefree twin loved to say to Rourke: Alette has already seen this all on you.
As he pulled the pants up to his waist, wiggling a little as he zipped and buttoned to get comfortable, it seemed to dawn on him that he might have exited the closet at an inopportune moment. Dropping the tie and pulling the white garment off his shoulder, he flashed them both a winning smile. "Is this a bad time?" he asked innocently. Batting his eyes at his brother as if he were a clueless five-year-old like he acted, he added, "Could I borrow Alette to help me with this tie? You need to do your laundry, by the way."
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 6:14 pm
Rourke knew when Alette’s mood shifted, he even felt the atmosphere in the room change. Damned if he didn’t feel like a king for it. He lowered his head a bit as her cool fingers brushed through his hair and against his scalp causing a chill to run down his spine. His eyes closed, he melted into the caress surrounded by her scent and her voice. He had known she would not have turned him down but he asked for her, to lighten her mood, she too carried their family on her shoulders. The sound of the smile in her voice was enough to sooth the turmoil in himself now he wanted to do something for her.
“Where would you like to dine tonight? I imagine we could find a couple or two strolling through the park.” In the same moment Rourke made to cradle Alette in his arms a war broke out behind them. He wasn’t surprised, in fact, he barely managed to stifle his laughter in her hair. Releasing her from her makeshift prison, he turned just as their closet vomited up his brother as though offended by the vampire. This time Rourke laughed aloud at the sight of Alastar, half naked in their bedroom.
He settled back against the desk on Alette’s left, absently playing with her small hands. He laced and unlaced their fingers, traced the lines of her palm, “In any other house, with any other two men and one’s wife in fact, this would be very, very wrong.” Laughing, he glanced down to his wife, touched her soft hair, “I’m curious, how do you bare with the both of us all this time? I’m drawing up a contract first thing in the morning; I know we’ve been married damn near forever, but at any time my brother could scare you off from me. I have to have some insurance against him.”
Alastar could always be counted on, for a laugh or for someone safe guarding your back. It seems he could also be counted on to break in new slacks and shirts. He watched as Alastar poured himself into his clothes, without so much as his permission, “If it weren’t for our faces we’d never pass as brothers and since I need to do laundry you may want to wake early tomorrow to see that it’s taken care of.” Rouke’s face split into a grin, “I’ll even do you the courtesy of dropping it off for you.”
On impulse he bent down closer to Alette’s cheek, “If you decide to strangle him with my tie I’ll be more than happy to turn a blind eye, we look alike so he won’t be terribly missed.” The whisper was just a charade he knew Alastar would hear.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 7:12 pm
This is no white cross, it seems we're out of class...Artesia was only half listening to William and Marco's conversation. She wasn't expected to; in fact the only reason they started discussing with her in the room was to let her know where they would be and to guard the pups. She would be joining in the bonfire though, without a doubt. A sigh of relief from the heavy conversation escaped unwittingly when Alyssa came out to take orders.
"I'll have a burger too. And heap on the fries," she said from her position on her partner's shoulder. Her strongest weakness, one that survived, was for greasy foods. And this diner's fries were just greasy enough to satisfy her craving without choking her. That was something that could grab her attention like nothing else.
It was funny, how she had changed over the last 35 years. Back then, she would have insisted on having a prime position in the battle, and accused anyone who opposed her of being sexist. She guessed she had mellowed out some. Her father certainly would approve. For the first time in a long time, she thought of him. Were he and Mom still alive? Did they have other children? How had he coped with her loss? Was he still harping on about "a woman's place?" Maybe one of these days she should pay them a visit. Just after the full moon would be best. They probably wouldn't recognize her, but it would be nice to see them again. While she was dwelling on these thoughts, she had completely tuned out the conversation around her.We all are fragile, like statues made of sand...
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 8:35 pm
The reply that Alette would have made to Rourke about his idea was lost in the sudden clatter behind them. She glanced once up at Rourke when he released her, but then she turned to see what was the cause of it all. Of course, it was no surprise that it was Alastar who stumbled out of the closet, half naked but trying desperately to get her husband's clothes on. Not wanting to laugh at him - not openly, at the very least - Alette put a hand over her mouth to hide her smile, but her shaking shoulders still betrayed her. "Oh, Alastar, honestly..." She shook her head, still stifling her laughter, but put her free hand in her lap. Rourke still held the other. With him tracing the lines on her hand, it was very difficult to stay focused on the issue at hand. "It's not a bad time at all. Clearly, you aren't interrupting anything."
When he spoke to her, Alette turned her attention back to her husband. She smiled up at him, one thin, white eyebrow raised in mock disbelief. "I've had centuries to be scared off by your brother, but I'm still here, aren't I? I'm not frightened off that easily." She looked over at the man in question, who was still pulling on his brother's clothes at the time. "However frightening he may be..."
Alette laughed a bit once Rourke amended the laundry schedule, but didn't offer up a defense for poor Alastar. They had both gotten themselves into the predicament once they started imitating each other, which had probably begun long before she was even alive. She had long since given up trying to sort those things out. They could handle that kind of thing themselves.
"Alright, I'll tie it for you, but honestly, Alastar. Nine hundred years and you still don't know how to do it yourself?" She shook her head and 'tsked' at him in teasing pity. "But then, half of the men on the planet don't know so I suppose I can't really blame you." Alette had been about to get up when Rourke bent down by her to stage whisper that it'd be perfectly alright to strangle his brother. She raised an eyebrow at him for the second time in just a couple minutes, trying not to smile, and stage whispered right back, "Now, now, he's not entirely hopeless. Besides, you'd be busy all the time, then, pretending to be the both of you. It wouldn't be any good in the long run." She shrugged, smiling just slightly, and got to her feet.
Alette turned her attention to Alastar as she walked up to him. One of her hands was held up and she motioned with two fingers for him to get closer. "Come on, lean down a bit. I can't reach you all the way up there."
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 9:33 pm
 Still smiling Rourke released her tiny hand so Alette could help his brother. He remained settled on the edge of the desk, “I could do it and when it becomes too tedious to be two men, I’ll devise a clever and believable story about is disappearance.” He folded his arms across his chest and crossed his ankles as he grinned at his brother, “I promise to shed one solemn tear. It’ll be a display fit for movie screens.”
He was only joking of course, he would be devastated at the loss of his other half, he didn't bother to imagine it. Looking at his wife he was immensely happy to hear she’d continue to stay without a binding contract, he wouldn't survive losing her either. As he watched them both his mind continued along that path, across his entire family. He knew he had no reason to worry as they could handle themselves but that did not stop him. He’d taken the necessary precautions for their safety, sent out scouts every night that rotated hourly to keep their minds fresh and sharp, but still he worried. Once they left the compound there was little he could do, immortal or not he couldn’t be in two places at once.
Rourke mentally shrugged those thoughts away, everything would be fine and everyone was always on their guard anyway. If they weren’t – he cut off the thought before it fully formed. Years of fighting and sleeping with one eye open, in a sense, was a harsh way to live. He mentally shrugged again this time pushing those thoughts completely aside. Tonight was to be a pleasant night, of course he was forever watchful, but he needed to focus on the fleeting moments of peace and making the most of them.
Clearing his throat he focused on Alastar, “So what are your plans for the evening? Is there a harem already waiting for you?” Rourke teased lightly, Alastar's track record was not a secret. He gave his general a once over then walked past the man into his closet. Alastar had done a prize job of turn an ordered space for garments into a complete train wreck, he huffed and shuddered from freight when he made out alive again, “You might as well go the whole nine yards and tuck my shirt in,” He set sleek black dress shoes on the floor and slung a belt over one broad shoulder to complete his brother's ensemble.
Rourke turned around the chair Alette had vacated then settled into it. Looking back forth between the two he wondered at his good fortune.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 10:23 pm
"It's not that I don't know how," Alastar replied casually. He shrugged on the shirt and started buttoning with such haste that one could accurately guess he had significant practice dressing quickly. He swept the tie up and trotted over to Alette once finished, his smile unrelenting despite their teasing comments. The belt and shoes would be added later.
"You'd never be fit for movies," Alastar added as if he were a connoisseur judging a fine wine. "I do a much more convincing you than you do a convincing me. If it weren't for my fine acting you'd have had all sorts of angry women from before Alette screaming for your head. As your older brother I of course feel an obligation to help straighten you out. That closet needed rearranging, you see." It was amazing the crap that spilled out of Alastar's mouth effortlessly, spinning tales of his amazing good will and selfless deeds as if they actually existed.
"In any case, I'm free for most of the night. George wants to see me later in the evening, but I haven't decided yet if I'll go to him." George was the name of his boytoy. He had two 'friends with benefits' who he often spent copious amounts of time with (and both offered him blood as part of the relationship). Stretching lazily as he handed over the cloth accessory, he tilted his head to the side in thought. "If I do, I certainly won't be back in the morning to do laundry. Were you going to go out hunting?"
The problem with George had nothing to do with boredom or normal couple squabbles. The young, naive, idealistic man wanted Alastar to turn him, something that the vampire had refused to do on multiple occasions. Although the lad thought himself ready to make such a hefty decision, Alastar knew better. Ultimately, the responsibility and consequences of turning a new vampire laid on the sire's shoulders in his opinion.
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