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Post by Vincent on May 14, 2007 18:19:05 GMT -5
Faster and faster the beat became, until it seemed no human alive could follow it exactly. Lucky for the two vampires, such a thing did not apply to them. Vincent still had little idea as to how far this night would go (there was still quite a few hours left until daylight), but for now, he would simply go with it, constantly interested in the results of his own actions.
"The feeling is mutual."
He felt her lips brush against his ear, giving a feeling which, to a normal man, would drive him wild with desire. Still, Vincent was not a pushover, enjoying it, savoring it, but responding in a much more casual way. He smiled, his hand teasing her exposed leg just enough to keep their already fast pace going. He was letting her know he was glad to hear what she had said, and perhaps he was gaining an unusual bond with her to which he had not tried to gain from any he had encountered before. Whispering in her ear again, his voice was at such a pleasing tone only a vampire could resist its charm.
"Well, the night is still young, whenever you grow bored of this place, I would be more than happy to give you a tour of my place..."
It wasn't asking anything of her, only her trust. He was not trying to get under her skirt...yet. He just knew that a change of scenery, to one a bit more private, was never a bad idea when trying to get to know someone...
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Post by Giannine on May 14, 2007 18:35:11 GMT -5
It hadn't occurred to Giannine that there was still several hours until she would be forced indoors once more. Time had passed and stopped while she had danced with Vincent, whose hand was currently toying with her leg in response to her comment. She raised an eyebrow at him and smiled a little, seemed he was just as stubborn when it came to giving in to things. Then she realized why it was different tonight; there was a connection, whether merely vampiric or different, there was one, and it was quite intriguing.
"Well, the night is young, whenever you grow bored of this place, I would be more than happy to give you a tour of my place..."
Another eyebrow raise coupled with a blazing gaze into Vincent's eyes, searching for a possible motive. His words spoke of nothing she couldn't handle...not then, at least. Perhaps...
There was nothing to lose, so Gia decided to try her hand at an equally casual touch. Delicately raising her hand, she placed it over the one he had on her leg and stepped away, leaving her hand in his.
"Whenever you're ready, I'd be more than happy to accept the offer."
Her voice was laced with charm, and a few human males turned in her direction, their eyes glazing over in lust. In return, Giannine rolled her eyes and looked into Vincent's equally topaz eyes, waiting.
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Post by Vincent on May 14, 2007 21:34:19 GMT -5
He may have been overstepping his boundaries when he moved his hand to such a bold position on her, yet now was not the time to second guess oneself. What was simply was, if Giannine decided she disapproved of his actions, then he would stop. There were times when he could be quite cautious, and then there were times that he was quite a daredevil. Which was he right now? Something told him it was the latter.
After his question had been given, he sensed she was questioning him. It was only natural, in fact, if she didn't give off such a cautious vibe, he might have thought less of her. Vampires weren't always the elegant gentlemen and women they appeared to be. It was wise to always keep one's guard up, even if you happened to be a vampire yourself. In the end, it all did not matter to Vincent. Tonight, he would enjoy himself. If things did not work out, such was life. After all, he had eternity to find other things to keep him busy.
"Whenever you're ready, I'd be more than happy to accept the offer."
He felt her hand take his. It was a comforting feeling, unfamiliar to the anti-social vampire. Smiling, he nodded, starting to slow in their dance, until finally, their steps carried them back outside, away from the booming music. His bike was waiting for them. Revving the engine, he felt her hands wrap about him once more. This time, he took note of the feeling much more than their last ride. Smiling again, he raced the bike out of the area, heading for where he called home.
Not long after they left the club, they arrived at their destination. Punching a code into a keypad, he opened the iron gate, driving in to a not-so-small roman-style home. Parking in a garage (which had several cars worth well over quite a few hundred thousand lira apiece), he shut the bike off and removed his helmet, his jet black hair spilling over his face once more. Brushing it aside, he helped Giannine off and escorted her inside.
"Inside" was quite elaborate. Marble columns held up an upstairs which seemed almost as lengthly as the house itself. Heading towards the kitchen, he stopped in the doorway, giving a slight shrug.
"Well, here we are, feel free to look around. I'll pour us some wine, then I'll give you the grand tour"
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Post by Giannine on May 15, 2007 14:50:27 GMT -5
Riding on the back of Vincent's bike Giannine took a moment to observe the surroundings. She didn't really recognize where they were, or where they were headed, but it wasn't much of a surprise. Even though she had lived in Volterra for 176 years, many of those years had been spent traveling, spending summers and the occasional winter in the city. Arms once again around his waist Giannine allowed another small smile to peek through.
The keypad hadn't been much of a surprise, but the building had. It looked a bit too...classic for the average vampire. She wondered just how old he was for a moment before being help off and led indoors. Barely sparing a glance at the other vehicles in the room, Giannine pondered the age thought.
Indoors was exactly what the outside implied: Rich, but not completely superfluous. Looking towards Vincent, she saw him head towards another room, then turn and shrug at her in the doorway.
"Well, here we are, feel free to look around. I'll pour us some wine, then I'll give you the grand tour."
She nodded in reply and continued to gaze at the hall, walking around in human speed. Old habits don't die, even if one was already dead. Spotting a sofa in one room she moved over and sat down gingerly, not sure if the furniture was reinforced or not. Again she looked around the room, a study of some sort. Bookcases lined the shelves, along with some very expensive equipment on a desk. Tilting her head to one side, Giannine called out in a soft voice that Vincent would be able to hear,
"What exactly is it that you do?"
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Post by Vincent on May 17, 2007 10:44:28 GMT -5
As soon as he saw her nod, he headed into the kitchen, trusting in the fact that she wasn't going to try anything funny. As Vincent searched his cabinets for two glasses and a bottle of red wine, he pondered his latest acquaintance. Giannine was the first to have visited his volterran home in over half a century. Times truly were changing, and his own habits as well. Shrugging off his distant thoughts, he headed back out towards the living room, following Giannine's distinct scent.
"What exactly is it that you do?"
Vincent raised an eyebrow, pausing in his steps. Why would she ask such a question out of the blue? Suspicion reflexively arose in him, perhaps she was working for one of his enemies, he had countless from being in the business she was so inquiring about. If that was the case, this evening of casual play would suddenly become a deadly game of life and death. Shaking his head, Vincent suddenly realized he was being foolish. He would have sensed any sort of reason to be suspicious long ago from her if she was indeed having malicious intentions. He had been in his line of work long enough to tell the difference between truth and untruth, even from another vampire. Handing Giannine a glass of wine, he took a seat besides her, placing the bottle of wine on the marble table in front of them.
"I do whatever job I'm given. You could call me a freelancer, a mercenary of sorts. I don't do it for the money, rather, for the possibility of any kind of thrill..."
He stopped there, taking a sip of his wine. His crimson gaze did not look at his guest, instead staring into the red pool of liquid enclosed in the wine glass, its texture reminding him of the kind of blood he used to drink before he realized how much unwanted trouble it could get him into.
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Post by Giannine on May 17, 2007 12:43:54 GMT -5
A thought popped into Giannine's mind when she heard Vincent's pause: If a vampire asked me that question, what would I think? Murderer. Hearing his steps pick up again, she offered a slightly apologetic smile for her harmless question. Vampires were notoriously suspicious beings, for all their perfections. There were many who would give anything to kill one, and even more who would kill to have one.
Taking the glass of wine gratefully, Giannine took a small sip, the liquid vaguely tasteless on her tongue despite it's semi-pleasant aroma. She listened to his answer, her face expressionless as he basically told her he was a paid assassin. Tilting her head to the side in curiosity at the last part, she asked,
"Thrills are all well and good, but don't you risk exposure? I'm sure not all jobs are in the dead of night. There's always the publicity-seeking murderer."
He didn't seem to hear her though, and she looked over to see him gazing intently at the blood red wine in his glass. A jolt of understanding shot through Giannine, and she realized that while his eyes were topaz now, they had not always been. Not for the first time, she was very glad that there had never been such an accident for her. Joshua was such a wonderful teacher.
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Post by Vincent on May 19, 2007 20:23:29 GMT -5
The pause between words let him know that she had easily deduced what his profession entailed. She didn't seem to disapprove, a fact which surprisingly filled him with a familiar feeling of relief. As he sipped his wine, he felt her beautiful eyes upon him. He briefly wondered what was on her mind, and if the undeniable interest between them was shared by her as well.
"Thrills are all well and good, but don't you risk exposure? I'm sure not all jobs are in the dead of night. There's always the publicity-seeking murderer."
He raised an eyebrow, her words true, yet worth more thinking. He hadn't answered her, another sip of his wine seeming to remind him of his female guest. He gave a soft sigh, lowering his glass to look at her, nodding.
"Yes, that is true. What I do always risks both exposure and my life. Perhaps it adds to the thrill, although it has been some time since I have found a job which excites me in the way it had when I first started working for the Underworld. I am only a nameless dark figure, a shadow which answers the whims of cowardly humans. Its the only life Ive ever known since I was turned and I doubt I could stop even if I wanted to..."
Rising up from his seat, he extended his hand, giving her another small smile. He had promised her a tour, so now he was going to stick by his word. She might see a few things which none but him had ever laid eyes upon, but for some reason, he trusted her in ways the old Vincent might not have.
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Post by Giannine on May 19, 2007 20:38:51 GMT -5
"I am only a nameless dark figure, a shadow which answers the whims of cowardly humans. It's the only life I've known since I was turned and I doubt I could stop even if I wanted to..."
Gia smiled again, mulling his words over in her mind. There was no shame in death, not anymore. Humans were killed all the time to satiate a vampire, and although some had turned to animals, for most there would always be the memory. Gia didn't have such memories, but she could empathize in her own way.
Taking Vincent's hand, Gia stood up, finishing her glass and setting it on the table. She was vaguely curious about the rest of his house, it didn't seem like too many people ever visited, despite its very clean appearance.
That same pull from earlier made itself known once more, and Gia felt it neccessary to bite her lip. Darn those telling human habits of hers. What was that feeling? Gia had never felt it before...or at least, not as strong as this. If there had been enough blood in her body, a blush would have appeared on her cheeks, but she merely shrugged it off.
"Why do you allow yourself to answer these whims of mere mortals? Wouldn't you be of more use to Vampires, or even the Volturi?"
Of course, who wanted to work for those vultures? Those who not only devoured humans by the busful, but did it with smiles...or blank stares? Brainwashed human employees, longing for the same kind of life, and vulgar vampire employees, saving the prettiest for themselves.
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Post by Vincent on May 19, 2007 21:04:23 GMT -5
"Why do you allow yourself to answer these whims of mere mortals? Wouldn't you be of more use to Vampires, or even the Volturi?"
He frowned at the statement. It wasn't as if he was their lapdog. If a client was foolish enough to think they were above him in any way, especially if they disrespected him, he would quickly show them the error of their ways. No, he was his own boss, no matter what any mortal might think. Shaking his head, the frown faded, walking with Giannine, holding her hand only momentarily before he gently let go.
"A long time ago, it was the only way I could use my skills to make enough money to survive. There are few in the Underworld who are turned away just because of their differences. A vampire is most likely safest amongst the humans there than anywhere else. These days I work beneath none, despite the illusion that I do. They can continue to believe the false truth, because what they believe is of no interest to me. Now then, the downstairs is composed of the living room, a kitchen, a study, and a small bathroom. There is also a door to the outside, Ill show you around there later. Lets head upstairs for now..."
He went quiet from there, heading past walls with art from various centuries, some of which he had actually lived through. He began walking up the elaborate marble staircase, saying nothing. Eventually, he reached the top. Another keypad kept a door in front of him locked. Typing in a code, Vincent watched as the door hissed open. He turned back to his guest, his crimson eyes looking right into hers.
"Ill show you a bit of my work, since you seem so interested"
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Post by Giannine on May 19, 2007 21:15:42 GMT -5
It seemed that her words had a bad effect on Vincent, and Gia frowned slightly. She should have known better, a vampire would never bow down to a human...particularly an assassin. When he released her hand, a slight pang of loss went through her being, and she narrowed her eyes.
Nodding in response to his answer, she listened as he described the downstairs, looking at the various paintings in the hall. They were fairly lovely, and some of the later ones she actually recognized. A grin flitted across her face as she walked up the stairs, looking appreciatively at the elaborate craftwork.
The keypad at the top of the stairs didn't surprise her either. Gia looked away respectfully as he punched in a code silently. When she turned back, Vincent was looking directly into her eyes. His eyes seemed curious, ringed with desire. Gia returned the look with equal interest, absorbing his words.
"I am." She didn't elaborate.
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Post by Vincent on May 19, 2007 21:42:41 GMT -5
He nodded at her response, walking into the room. He flicked a switch, lighting up the room. Immediately noticeable was a regular armada of weapons hung neatly either in glass cases or upon walls. Like the paintings, they came from various ages, everything from samurai katanas to modern-day uzis and assault rifles. Maps of various cities all across the globe were strewn about various tables, showing pathways which even the best police force could never find.
"My apologies about the mess. You are my first visitor in this place. This is where I prepare for each new job."
He walked over to a small table in the corner of the room. Moving aside a cadre of battle knives, he picked up an old metal picture frame. Inside was a drawing, an artist's rendering of a family. The father was a tall, black-haired gentleman with an elegant looking face. One could tell he was proud, wise, and aged. His wife was an Italian beauty, her eyes filled with love for her family. Lastly, a boy, or rather a young man stood between them. His eyes were hazel, yet they looked vaguely familiar...
"This was my family. Once I lost them and became what I am now, I knew I no longer belonged in the known world. This world you see around you is the one I found..."
He frowned and set the picture down, turning back to her. He shook his head and started heading for the door, deciding to continue the tour.
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Post by Giannine on May 19, 2007 21:51:17 GMT -5
Eyes adjusting quickly to the light, Gia observed the surroundings without comment. The weaponry was staggeringly amazing, in her opinion. She herself only owned a few revolvers and knives, but looking at Vincent's weapons impressed Gia. He most likely knew how to use it all at well. Vampires didn't take well to being humiliated, especially not with weapons. The maps were just as intriguing, none of the paths making much sense to her, but she shrugged it off. There was a reason she wasn't in the same line of work as he was.
"No problem." And it wasn't. Her own home, while fairly immaculate, always got messy around her desk, covered in notes and random items.
She followed him over to the table in the corner, a gleam in her eyes as she stared at the knives in wonder. Where did he find those? Gia had been looking for those for ages. Looking over at the picture, her eyes softened with sadness as she took in the image of the family. They looked so happy, so unlike her own family, torn by death and poverty. Vincent's parents looked just as handsome as he did, even though they were only human.
As Vincent shook his head at her and started walking back towards the door, Gia sighed softly, the unneeded breath leaving her lips. All vampires were destined for lives of sadness and darkness, it seemed. With that thought, she turned and followed him out of the room.
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Post by Vincent on May 19, 2007 22:04:42 GMT -5
When he had the picture in his hand, he sensed that Giannine wanted to say something, yet she did not. He realized that he may have been a bit...depressing with all his talk of work. He heard her sigh and instinctively his hand suddenly found hers. That same feeling as before returned to tease his senses, tempting him towards desires he had not given much thought to in quite some time.
"There isn't much else upstairs. A bedroom, a bathroom, and a gym. If you would like, after I show you around up here, there is also the outside and the shooting range downstairs, if you are interested."
And with that, they were suddenly in the bathroom. It was a much larger room than the last, complete with a large elaborate shower, complete with a tiled seat and glass door. A large tub was lined with jacuzzi jets, and an elegant porcelain toilet and matching sink finished the large bathroom. He turned to her, giving a slight smile.
"Its a bit much I know, but it is quite the relaxing escape after the night hours are complete."
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Post by Giannine on May 19, 2007 22:14:48 GMT -5
A shooting range....Gia was definitely interested in that. Vincent certainly had a huge house. He seemed to have all a person, mortal or immortal, would ever need. Without a thought, Gia felt Vincent's hand in hers again and the nonexistent butterflies were back in her stomach. Her imagination began to run wild, thoughts manifesting that would make any person in their right mind blush madly with embarrassment.
Another few steps and the pair were in the bathroom, which was large to say the least. Suddenly Gia was incredibly aware of a pressing need for a shower. The outing at the club had left her with dust and dirt in her clothes and granite-like skin. Biting her lip, she turned to Vincent and asked, her eyes looking down a bit, warmed slightly by his smile.
"It's quite lovely...I was wondering if I could take a quick shower...."
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Post by Vincent on May 19, 2007 22:26:38 GMT -5
"It's quite lovely...I was wondering if I could take a quick shower...."
He was quite surprised at the sudden request. Why would she ask this all of a sudden? He should have been suspicious...should have, but wasn't. He looked at her smiling face and simply nodded. A sudden thought ran through his mind, a daring statement running through his thoughts.
Lets take one together...
But the words never formed themselves in his mouth. He simply pointed out where the towels were, then slowly let go of her hand, a bit more reluctantly than last time. Giving her another slight smile, he took a step back, speaking softer.
"Enjoy. We can finish the tour later...If you need anything, just ask."
With that, he turned, heading outside. He left the door open, closing his eyes as he left.
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