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Post by aaron isaac carter on Jan 26, 2012 16:26:34 GMT -6
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i have not left your side , "Head back to work. I don't want to see anyone that isn't supposed to be here roaming among the costumers." He said in a stern tone, watching as the larger man nodded, turning without a sound and disappearing through the ornate door of the office. His dark eyes remained trained on the door for a moment before they closed, a hand running through the chocolate locks of his hair. He took another moment for himself before he stood from behind the desk, placing his hands upon the rough wood for a mere moment before he gracefully stepped about the edge, his fingers curling around the brass of the handle before soundlessly opening the ornate door and stepping out into the atmosphere of the club.
Slow steps brought him to the edge of the walkway he now stood on, his hands gripping the metal bar as he gazed down upon the crowds raving to the music blasting out across the floor. A smile flitted upon his face, his almond colored eyes roaming over the bouncing crowd as he took in a slight whiff of the area around him, his eyes closing briefly as he caught the various scents about the room, the sweet, sickly smell of the blood pumping through the veins below. And then there was the sounds. He could not only smell the blood, but hear the heartbeats which pushed the blood through such veins. He realized then he had a growing thirst. His eyes opened slowly, and with a single deep breath, he turned from the crowd below and moved toward the stairs which led to the ground floor.
His movements barely noticeable, he glanced around among those of the crowd as he moved about, keeping his head down as he gave the occasional passerby the slightest nod, though those who were obviously new to the club didn't recognize him as well as those who were frequents in the area. But at the moment, he didn't pay much mind to them, instead moving toward the back of the club where he knew he would find her. Meredith, of course.
In a matter of seconds, he had arrived in the small back room he had reserved for he and his personal....associates. Smiling as he entered, his face showing little expression apart from the twist of his lips. He moved over to the small love seat at the side of the room, tucked nicely against the wall, the smile never leaving his face as he looked upon the being who already sat there. His movements were slow, even, yet he made no move to touch her as he sat down, waiting for her to move before doing anything. His tone gentle and kind, he spoke to her. "Good evening Meredith. I trust you've had a pleasant day?"
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Post by meredith selena dawson on Jan 26, 2012 17:09:40 GMT -6
there's a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP !
One year. For a whole year now Meredith had been acting as a blood donor for Aaron. The first month had probably been the most difficult. It was quite a task to adjust her biological clock to be up at all hours of the night and sleep during the day. That was only one part of several others in a whole. Another was the fact that she now worked for a vampire who would on several occasions require a drink of blood from her flesh. The first few nights she had nightmares, wondering if Aaron would ever lose control and drink her dry. Although, her dream turned out to be only fear. He was always careful with her, treating her with respect and maintaining boundaries.
But with time she learned tricks. Rather than become tense when Aaron wanted a drink, she focused on something else and made sure to remain relaxed. It was much easier to cope with him drinking when she fought against it. In all honesty, being a donor wasn’t a bad thing. Aaron didn’t abuse her like she had heard of others doing and the pay was good. But she wasn’t sure if that mattered now since she was being put up by Aaron for being a donor.
Another day had come to an end and the night had returned again. As always she went to the club with Aaron, usually within the sight of him and when he wasn’t around usually his familiars or club security. It was all a routine by now for Meredith. The club was packed like it seemed to be every night, the music thundering against the walls and people dancing until they couldn’t move. But, she only saw them when she took a venture to the bar, other than that she stayed in the back area of the VIP section. Only those in the Underground were allowed back here, hidden from the mortals that didn’t know what was truly lingering in the shadows. She chatted among the other donors and familiars before taking a break in the open love seat.
The atmosphere of the room changes lightly as Aaron entered. For a moment eyes landed on him, watching his movements for a moment to see where he was going and who he was going to talk to, but Meredith already knew. Since being with Aaron she seemed to sense when he was heading her way, whether it be for a chat or a drink. Her eyes lifted from her drink to see him approaching, giving him a soft smile in return. When he sat he didn’t touch her. She figured he was thirsty, the idea still making her stomach twist, but she didn’t know if that was fear, anxiety, or excitement that made her stomach feeling alive with snakes.
“Hello, Aaron.” she spoke in a gentle voice, shifting in the seat to face him fully. “Well, I spent most of it recovering from the night, so I would call that pleasant.” Although she knew what he wanted she couldn’t stop the butterflies or the quickening of her heart. And despite her best efforts to keep her facade calm, she knew that Aaron could see her increased emotion. He seemed to notice every small thing about her, things that Meredith would have never thought about until now that seem to give away her true feelings and betray her facial expressions. Already knowing the answer, she asked, “Is there something you need, Aaron?”
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