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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 2, 2012 23:58:18 GMT -5
It wasn't hard to tell she wasn't at ease with him. She had a reason not to be. After she told him her true nature and identity, Vaughn let out a chuckle and took a large gulp of his margarita. "I'm married to a Vampire" Vaughn said with another playful laugh.
Vaughn then wiped his mouth with his napkin and took in a deep breath, resting his hand on hers. "Look, I don't want you to panic. I'm the Hunter Commander. I only hunt when I have to. But right now I'd like to finish dinner and see what kind of cake we get." By the end of his speech he let out a laugh and finished off the margarita, putting another piece of steak in his mouth almost right after.
"You nervous?" Vaughn said, cutting into his steak, the blood oozing onto the tip of the knife and running on the plate. "You're not a monster. Why would I hunt you?"
Vaughn pushed the steak plate to the side and pulled the salad in front of him, stabbing his fork into the plate and putting a large mouthful of salad into his mouth, not knowing if the woman would ask him to leave or not and wanting to be as full as he possibly could.
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Post by Namahri Faith McCoy on Oct 3, 2012 12:04:49 GMT -5
Namahri's brown eyes widened as the man gently rested his hand on top of hers, as if trying to ease her rattled and frantic mind as he told her what he was. She felt like she had just been dropped from suspension. Her heart was racing and she felt like she wanted to be sick. The Hunter Commander. She was dining with the fucking leader. There was nothing that could have been more ironic. Her she sat, panicking that she was just in the company of a plain hunter. She had managed to go all the way to the top of that command.
The vampire licked at her dry lips, feeling a bit sick to her stomach. What was wrong with her? Logan's next words brought some comfort to her as he casually went back to eating his salad, having pushed his steak to the side. Namahri shrugged shyly, her voice shaky,"I-I don't know. I'm not human -- not anymore. I haven't been for 120 years. I thought that's what the Hunters did: kill vampires and lycans."
Logan was baffling to her. His profession was to simply slaughter those who were considered unnatural to human existence; yet he was wanting to stay and enjoy dinner with her, even going on about the free cake they were feigning marriage for. The thought made her begin to giggle, then chuckle which developed into a fit of laughter as she continued to cut the other half her steak into bite sizes pieces,"You're a funny, funny man Logan. Speaking of cake, I hope it's a German chocolate. That's my favorite."
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 3, 2012 18:01:20 GMT -5
"Why thank you" Vaughn said as he perked up his eyebrows playfully and took another large drink from his newly made margarita.
"I hunt the monsters; the one's that harm the citizens. I'm not heartless. The Hunters need to understand that the Supernatural only want to live, just as we do."
With his steak gone and his salad about halfway, Vaughn leaned back for a moment. Letting the food settle. The smell of the dressing and the sight of the deliciously garlic-coated croutons made him dig back into his plate. "A hundred and twenty years, huh? That's a long time. You been alone this whole time?"
Vaughn didn't try to seem heartless or blunt, and realized the bad he said as soon as it left his mouth. "Look I didn't mean anything by it..." He knew nothing he could say could take it back, he only hoped that her reaction wasn't a bad one.
Vaughn went back down to eating his salad and finished it moments later. Raising his glass to his mouth, he continued to drink. The waitress came over and refilled his glass and Namahri's. Vaughn gave the waitress a smile and nodded as he continued to drink. "I think the waitress is trying to get me drunk," Vaughn said with a laugh and a warm smile as he looked back over towards Namahri.
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Post by Namahri Faith McCoy on Oct 3, 2012 20:58:13 GMT -5
"If only we could just live. I'm afraid the war between lycans and vampires is really just seeing the beginnings of what is to come. Neither of us will simply just live ... not until there's a mutual peace instead of some faulty treaty." Namahri spoke quietly, hushed, like she were telling some dark secret. She had lost a few of her close vampire brethren in the war; she understood what it was like to be submitted to the pain of losing someone you loved. That feeling alone was one that was all too familiar with her. "I'm just sick of losing people, and we are all people, from both sides. It needs to stop ..."
Taking the last bite of her steak, the vampire began eating her potato, smearing a small, slippery square of butter among the starch. A delicate hand reached for the salt, cautiously shaking the necessary amount before digging the fork into the softened white. There was a moment of silence as the two ate the remainder of their meals. Logan broke the silence.
"A hundred and twenty years, huh? That's a long time. You been alone this whole time?"
Ahri looked up briefly, blinking quickly before realizing what he had just asked. The vampire stared distantly into her food. It took her back to the night the Titanic sank. The sounds of the ship ripping apart; the screaming people; the water that flooded the floors; and Jasper. A quick shattering of a plate nearby snapped her back to reality, her body giving a little bit of a startled jump in her seat. She shook her head, her voice sheepish,"Sorry ... It's been lonely, but I've never really met someone who would be so open and understanding about my nature. Not until you. Not until tonight. So, yes ... I've been alone for a 120 years."
She then quietly went back to eating the rest of potato before moving both her salad plate and main dish to the side of the table, stacking them neatly upon one another. It was only then that she set her steak knife on top and relaxed in the booth, crossing her legs underneath the table. Velvet brown eyes watched him from across the table, though this time not studying; this time it was more relaxed and at ease. "What about you? Girlfriend? Wife? I'm sure someone has snagged you by now."
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 3, 2012 22:06:53 GMT -5
Vaughn looked at his margarita glass and back at the woman across from him. Eyeing the contents of the glass once more, he downed the last bit and relaxed back in his chair. "No. There have been some, yes. But nothing I've yet to commit to."
Placing his dirtied napkin, fork, and knife Vaughn leaned forward into the table, resting his interlaced hands softly on the table cloth and looking up at the woman.
He sat there silent for what must have been forever. Vaughn had no idea what to say, what could be said, or what should be said.
"So what now then? After this I mean. Is that it? I'm a Hunter, you're Vamp." Vaughn didn't finish his statement because he didn't think he had to. He honestly left it open-ended, hoping that maybe Namahri would pick up on what he was saying and finish it for him.
The waitress came and took their plates, and another man came with the bill, placing it on the Table and looking over at Vaughn. "Would the lovely couple like their cake here or to go?" The man said, eyeing Vaughn and the bill in front of him.
Vaughn gave Namahri a funny look and took out his wallet, putting his debit card on the receipt which the man then took.
"Here will be fine" Vaughn said, looking over towards Namahri.
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Post by Namahri Faith McCoy on Oct 7, 2012 10:20:36 GMT -5
"Oh, I see ..."
Namahri lifted her margarita from the table and finished off its contents. It was the only one she had had the entire dinner. He had gone through two already. What remained of her tableware was the fork which she quickly rubbed clean of any remaining blood or potato onto her napkin. After setting the "cleaned" fork back upon the white tablecloth, she folded her napkin as to not allow crumbs to fall out and set it on the edge of the table.
"So what now then? After this I mean. Is that it? I'm a Hunter, you're Vamp."
The vampire looked up from her folded hands to meet with his own dark irises. Other girls probably chased after him without every getting anywhere; what made her so different aside from the fact that she was a vampire. That truth alone made for a bit of a sticky situation considering his occupation, yet she didn't want him to leave. She didn't want to be without his company. Nami blinked blankly for a bit before she shrugged her shoulders, giving the only answer that she could. "I don't know. I can say I don't want this to be it - and I really don't want it to be - but ... but whether that makes any difference is not up to me."
It was only after she had finished the last word did their waitress clean their table, their bill set on the cloth, and their cake on its way. Faith had to bite her lip a bit as he paid the check, casting a rather silly face at her. Soon they were left alone again, and Namahri began to drum her fingers against the covered, wooden surface absent-mindedly.
"What about you? Do you want this to be it?"
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 7, 2012 19:28:33 GMT -5
Resting his elbows on the table, he placed his hands together and looked at Namahri. "Look. I can't promise anything between us. But I don't feel right having this end like this. I could at least take you out again." Vaughn let out a small laugh with a wide smile as he placed his hands down.
Vaughn's mind quickly shifted to the cake. He wondered where it could be. There was a chance they realized they weren't a real couple, or even married.
"How'd you like the food?"
Vaughn placed his eating utensils on his dirty dishes and his used napkin on the top, making a semi-neat pile for the waitress to take back to the dishroom.
"You were right, this place has some good food."
Looking around, he waved over the waitress who came over and took his plate, looking towards Namahri if she wanted hers taken as well. After a few moments the waitress left, and Vaughn gave her a friendly smile and wave.
"It's stuck on my mind--What's it like being a dancer, honestly. I couldn't imagine myself doing a career like that. I mean, I can dance but--To a crowd like that, what's it like?:
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Post by Namahri Faith McCoy on Oct 8, 2012 9:28:42 GMT -5
"Hm, that sounds nice. I'd like that. We'll have to go somewhere else with cake -- like the Cheesecake Factory," Namahri returned the grin with her own flash of perfected whites.
There was a moment where the two were quiet again. The vampire took this opportunity to check the phone in her Louis Vuitton that had sat so proudly next to her side on the booth. She quickly unzipped the handbag, digging around blindly for her phone before feeling its cool exterior. A gentle press of the button on the side and the screen glowed to life showing her the time and any notifications. Only one missed call showed up on the top of her screen. Nami unlocked her phone with a nimble finger, the path of the pattern forever burned into her subconscious. It was only upon further investigation that she realized the missed call was not important; more than likely, it was just another stupid telemarketor.
As Logan began to speak, Namahri slipped her Android back into her bag, zipping the purse back up. She nodded her head in affirmation, rubbing her hands together underneath the table,"I have yet to have a dinner here that isn't good." The statement was followed by an airy giggle,"I hope you enjoyed your own meal, as well."
Soon, the waitress returned taking Logan's plate and Namahri motioned her head to their server that it was fine to take hers also. Namahri watched her go before she returned her gaze to the man before her, smiling politely,"Dancing, in my opinion, is a sport in a different form. Just like football or soccer, dancers always have an audience be it one form or another. At least, that's the way I see it. Some girls see it as just another means of earning the paycheck they need; others see it as a way to escape from the burdens that life gives them. It's an interesting and an environment that is constantly changing; it's a living, breathing, harrowing beast that only a few have the guts to actually tame. You can smell the heroin and see the powder of the cocaine in the dressing room; you can hear the girls cry and you can see them struggle to put on their stage make-up; but that environment is definitely one that revolves around personal choices," Namahri paused, looking at her twiddling thumbs under the table before she continued,"I guess the closest thing I can compare it to is Babylon -- complete chaos."
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 8, 2012 18:42:53 GMT -5
Vaughn listened to what she had to say, but said nothing. Her descriptive views on dancing was far beyond his knowledge, and there was not much else to be said. He nodded, but that was about it. What else could he say? She obviously had an intense feeling on the subject; a feeling Vaughn didn't want to get in the way of.
Turning, Vaughn spotted a chocolate cake coming in their direction being held by their waitress. "Yes!" Vaughn said, under his breath and watching the waitress come over. Placing a napkin on his lap and hands on the table Vaughn prepared himself. The waitress came over, set the cake on the table and asked, "Which anniversary is this?"
"Uhh it's our first" Vaughn said suddenly, eyeballing the chocolatey goodness that would soon be in his mouth. The waitress wrote in icing on the top "Happy 1st!" and then walked away with an accomplished look on her face.
"Happy first, dear" Vaughn said as he cut equal slices into the cake. The waitress came back and set two glass plates on the table for the cake before departing again without another word. Maybe she knew that if she disrupted Vaughn and his cake-time she would lose a hand.
Picking up the top glass plate, he fumbled a slice on it and handed it over to Namahri. Quickly he grabbed another and set a piece on it for him.
"On three" Vaughn said, grabbing a fork about ready to plunge into the cake.
"One" He said, looking up at Namahri
"Two", Vaughn said, smiling
With a laugh he finally burst out, "Three!"
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Post by Namahri Faith McCoy on Oct 16, 2012 9:14:29 GMT -5
"Happy first to you, too," Namahri said, henna eyes watching as the hunter began to cut eagerly into the slab of chocolate in front of them both.
She couldn't help but giggle as he fumbled with her slice, hands shaking from the anticipation. It was rather adorable. He found such joy in such a little thing. An innocence was radiating from him that she had never really seen in a grown adult , let alone someone she had previously considered an enemy.
The vampiress smiled as she, too, placed her napkin on her lap and prepped her fork, watching Logan for the countdown. The energy that harbored their table was one that many people would be envious of; life was sharing its simple joys for two strangers who met simply by chance. That in itself was a beautiful thing.
"On three; one ... two ... three!"
Namahri shoved her fork into the soft and fluffy pastry, the chocolate frosting and vanilla icing bulging over the silver utensil with ease as each prong delved deeper into the mouthwatering goodness. The vampire quickly seperated the piece from the rest of the slice before hastily putting it in her mouth. Dark, rich sweetness melted against her tongue, the cake warm and freshly made. It was delicious and one of the best cakes she had had.
"Oh my God! This ... is ... so ... good!" she gushed, mouth full of cake. Right now, manners didn't seem like such a big thing. What mattered right now was cake, life's delicious cake.
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