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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jun 1, 2010 18:43:38 GMT -8
"Don't worry about my cat, he's seen many of your kind in his day. It took him awhile to get used to it, and it took him awhile to come out from under the bed after one particularly hungry criminal tried to make a meal out of him..."Then, Melora genuinely laughed for the first time since they had met. A real laugh, that made her look just like any normal girl sharing a funny story with a friend. "He refused to come out for weeks, I had to instruct his attendant to slip food under the bed. When he asked why the cat was behaving so oddly, I managed to convince him that my cat despised men," Her laugh was light and high, like the ringing of a bell. A genuine laugh from Melora was rare to hear. "I feel so sorry for him, милый кот. He is old, he was a kitten when I was younger. We found him in Germany, my caretaker and I, but he did not care for cats, so I brought him back to Russia with me. He used much the same explanation you just had, animals did not like him. And it was true, he was always being chased by the dogs on the grounds. Dogs liked him least of all." Finally, pulling herself from her memories, she looked to the Prince to see him grinning at her, fangs gleaming in the light. She studied them momentarily, they were long and well kept, sparkling white. "I suppose I should stop telling you stories, before you know more about me than I know myself," she joked. "Do tell me if you'd like me to get you anything." Melora had never given this much hospitality to a vampire before, though a vampire had never treated her with such civility before. Still, if he made a move she would defend herself and was indeed ready to, a weapon in this place was never out of arms reach. But at least for now they could relax. If the Prince decided to attack her and she had to subdue him or worse, she decided she would remember him as he was now rather than as a beast.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jun 1, 2010 20:03:43 GMT -8
The prince cleared his throat, a sign that he had listened to her little diatribe, taking little interest in her words, but absorbing them none the less. His mind was still with his only remaining family, and he found himself growing restless.
Sighing, he stood, stretching his arms over his head. He should sleep now before he was unable to at all. Grogginess was a warrior's most abhorred natural enemy, and he wasn't about to succumb to it any time soon.
"We should rest. I'd like to be alert tomorrow, in case the words of that man were true."
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jun 1, 2010 20:14:49 GMT -8
Melora nodded. "The room is open to you, if you need anything extra please let me know." She opened the door to her room, it was basic, no pictures, no decorations, just a king size bed, a bedside table, a mirror, and a closet. The curtains hung thickly over the windows, a dark heavy fabric that would let no light in. "I will make myself comfortable in the living room on the couch. Goodnight sir." And Melora left the room for him, leaving him to make himself comfortable. A vampire, in her bed. Oh what a thought.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jun 1, 2010 20:28:14 GMT -8
Azura watched her leave from the corner of his eye, very carefully.
"Simple Hunter..." he spoke to himself before stripping his clothing and settling down comfortably between the sheets. He was wont to have clothes on as he slept. They restricted his movements and made him conjure dreams of being strangles.
He put a hand to his neck just thinking about it.
While he was worried to sleep with a hunter just outside his door, he felt assured that she wouldn't disturb him or try to stake him. Even if she tried, with her skills he was very sure he'd lop off her head before she even got the chance to draw a weapon.
The next evening he rose, donning his clothes from the day previous and running a clawed hand through his hair. He felt energized, but he'd need to have a snack before he got back to the Castle. His mouth was already beginning to feel dry as he walked from the room and into the main living area of the small apartment.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jun 1, 2010 20:37:01 GMT -8
Melora was already awake and clicking away on a laptop. "Did you sleep well?" She leaned over the back of the couch to look at her guest. Her hair was tied back in a messy bun and she was still in her pajamas, waiting for him to wake up so she could change in her room. "Would you like anything? Tea? A scone?" She removed her reading glasses and set them on the table in front of her, next to the picture from the night before.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jun 1, 2010 23:48:52 GMT -8
"Yes, I slept very well. What the hell is a scone?" He brought an arm behind his head stretching it as he walked further into the room. He was anxious to get going, but knew that humans had certain rituals they needed to abide by before they set out into the world. He didn't quite get the idea, but could see the reasons why. Melora looked rather strange after she'd just woken up, though he couldn't place a finger on exactly what was so different. It might have been her makeup.
He shrugged to himself and repeated the stretching process with his other arm.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jun 2, 2010 12:55:35 GMT -8
"A scone...you have never had one? Humans have it with tea." Melora set her computer down and went to the kitchen and when she emerged she had one in her hand. She handed it to him and passed him on the way to her room, closing the door behind her to change. She wasn't about to get undressed in front of the vampire again. She took her hair out of it's bun and it fell down around her shoulders perfectly. When she opened the door again she was fully dressed with her makeup applied to compliment her clothing. She also had a suitcase in tow. "I am prepared to leave when you are sir."
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jun 2, 2010 13:03:09 GMT -8
Azura sniffed the bit of bread before darting out his tongue to taste it.
Gross.
Covertly hiding his action, he held the offensive wad of human food behind his back, turning abruptly to face her as she emerged from her room.
"Then let's go," he said hastily, backing away, allowing her to lead the way.
It grated on his nerves as he wasn't used to having people in front of him. he was a leader by nature, and thus sought to be at the head of everything, even a task as simple as walking. However, to keep the Hunter from jabbing him over having a distinct dislike for most forms of human food, he was prepared to sacrifice his normal aristocratic positioning. Just this one time.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jun 2, 2010 13:09:40 GMT -8
Melora laughed and sighed. For a vampire noble, he acted more like a four year old (you know what I mean, dont'cha shell?). His exaggerated movements told her right off the bat that he was hiding the offensive food stuffs behind his back. "If you do not like it, you do not have to eat it. You can eat whatever you like, you're an adult." She walked past him, opening the front door to the apartment and positioning the lock into place. "Shall we go? I have a car waiting for us outside."
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jun 2, 2010 13:31:42 GMT -8
"Fine," he said smirking, dropping the thing to the floor without much ceremony or care for the carpet beneath. He strode after her, brushing off his hands as he went with his head held high as if he wasn't being offensive in the least.
To be honest he was doing it to irk her. he never much liked Hunters and deciding that this one was alright just made it that much more tempting to rile her with his stupid arrogant antics.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jun 2, 2010 13:39:29 GMT -8
Melora shut the door behind her, no intention of picking up the scone he dropped on her floor. She didn't intent to reward his childish behavior with any sort of response, and the cleaning lady would be around anyway. Besides, bending over to give him a good look at her ass didn't seem like an appealing activity. Vampires could be so difficult, and this one, despite having impeccable manners at most times, was no different. The purple suitcase rolled along behind her, making just a little bit of a rattling noise as it struggled to keep up with her pace. She hoped to herself in silence that the trip would go by quickly so that she could bring him back to the court to sit with the council. Spending more time in the heart of the vampire society made her anxious, and she still insisted to herself that the council members were trying to have her killed or something. She bounced down the stairs, suitcase bouncing along behind her, then out the door to the car waiting in front of the building. She opened the door for the Prince and waited for him to get in before she would enter the car herself.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jun 2, 2010 14:06:02 GMT -8
Azura sighed as they descended the steps, enjoying the scent and taste of the night air. When he finally reached the last step, he stopped dead when she opened the door for him.
Snorting, he obstinately opened her door first, giving a cheeky little bow and a sweep of her hand to show that he intended her to get inside first.
Prince or not, he was still a man. Not only that, but his father might have socked him if he didn't own up to at least some gentlemanly behavior, though he was still thinking of ways to make her time with him prickly.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jun 2, 2010 14:14:20 GMT -8
Melora shrugged and got in first as he wanted her to. If she intended to complete her mission she couldn't have him displeased with her...though it was her fondest wish to make his time with her complete hell, it was her that was required to be with him, not the other way around. She took comfort in the fact that each minute he spent with her rather than telling her to get lost was a minute closer to her accomplishing her mission. Besides, he wasn't completely unappealing as a traveling partner, she had worked with hunters that irked her more in five minutes of conversation than he had in the past 24 hours. The car was comfy and warm, Melora sank into the leather seat and crossed her legs, ready to be out of Russia as quickly as possible.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jun 2, 2010 14:22:38 GMT -8
Azura straightened and shut the door quietly behind her as he walked around to his side of the vehicle and got in. He remembered once, a very long time ago in his childhood and when cars were still made of metal, he accidentally bounced the door right of the hinges of his father's new military issued Hummer. A little more than embarrassed, he had to suffer hour of training. Though instead of training to build his strength, that time it was meant to teach him how to control it.
Most vampires had corpus amounts of brute strength just lying in reserve, but the Gallu trained their's and were, by logic, far stronger than any other clan of vampires Azura'd known to be in existence.
As a royal, strength had been bred into him and he and his brother often had problems in their youth trying to discern what was a simple tap and what was tossing someone clear across a room. He still thought he had bruises from the spankings.
Raising a brow, he looked across the seat to Melora, lips tugging at a corner into the semblance of a smile.
"Do the Banglaire not trust their precious princess to drive herself?"
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jun 2, 2010 14:30:40 GMT -8
Melora glanced at him through the corner of her eye, not bothering to turn her head. "No, that is not it. I will not leave my car in the parking garage of an airport." A smile spread across her face. "I quite enjoy driving, but I prefer my motorcycle, which resides in the United States. It is too icy to drive it here." She turned to look out the window, watching the tops of buildings as they passed. "Do you enjoy Russia or do you prefer to be somewhere warmer?" She forced herself to think up a question to keep an awkward silence from filling the car.
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