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Post by Alexis London on Jan 16, 2009 23:44:29 GMT -4
Alexis was pleased that Killian hadn't turned down the offer. She couldn't take his death back, but she supposed she could work with what she had she now.
"If humans just randomly came back to life, I'd have some serious problems. But I'm not asking for details. Whatever you are, I don't care. I'm not one to be asking questions."
Alexis beckoned to Killian. He could only do so much down here. And she wanted him less than blood covered if anyone showed up.
"You need to shower. Go upstairs. Sorry, anything I have up there is scented. You're going to have to make due. And get rid of those clothes. Throw them in the fireplace in the living room."
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Jan 19, 2009 10:48:37 GMT -4
“I am human,” Killian once again insisted. Nobody had ever known about his secret not since the old gypsy and that had been over 300 years ago. He had never shared his story with anyone; never had really come across anyone who would know any different.
“…just cursed,” he added his eyes flicking down to the floor for a moment before immediately looking back up at her again.
“See and here I thought the blood stained look was going to help my chances with the girls this time around,” Killian said with a small smile as he looked up the stairs Alexis motioned towards for him to go shower.
“Gez you really don’t like this outfit do you?” Killian said joking once more. He looked at Alexis for a moment trying to figure out how she had changed from the woman who had killed him in the graveyard to the one standing before him now.
“You’re not going to plot to kill me…or call the cops while I’m up there right?” Killian asked only half joking.
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Post by Alexis London on Jan 19, 2009 11:34:48 GMT -4
"Cursed?" Alexis raised an eyebrow. "That's certainly one I've never heard before. But as stated, no questions. It's your business, not mine. Tell me if you feel like it."
Alexis turned her attention to the chair which he had been sitting in. The blood stains were driving her insane. She couldn't handle that mess for much longer.
"I can't stand blood stains on antique furniture even more." She told him. "Due to that, I'm going to put my focus onto attempting to get that out while you're there. Just go, all right?"
Alexis dragged the chair into the back room.
"Argh," she shook her head. Getting that out was going to take the rest of her day.
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Mar 16, 2009 12:58:08 GMT -4
“Yeah something like that,” Killian muttered scuffing his foot along the rug his stood on. He flinched slightly as he immediately took note of the muddy smear that streaked across the rug under his foot.
“Yeah…ok…” Killian replied as he watched Alexis pull at the chair before making his way up the stairs towards the washroom. He found it easy enough and dumped the handful of clothes Alexis had tossed at him on the counter as he allowed his eyes to travel across the space the vampire called home. It was normal…a lot more normal then he would have ever thought a vampires “nest” would be.
Looking around a bit more Killian finally started up the shower and peeled off the disgusting clothes he had been wearing. For the moment he allowed them to stay lying on the floor in a heap as he got into the shower allowing the searing hot water to cascade over him. The water on the floor of the tub immediately changed to a brownish crimson hue as he washed the mud and the blood from his body and his hair.
He wasn’t exactly sure how long he had stayed in the shower but it was at least long enough for the water to turn frigid. Shutting off the faucet and drying himself off Killian had to admit he felt ten times better especially since he was no longer caked in his own blood that tended to do something to ones moral.
Pulling on the jeans and opting for the white shirt with the silver stripes Killian dressed relatively quickly pleased wit the way the clothes fit him. He eyed the pile of clothes in the corner and yanked them off of the floor and walked them over to the fire place like Alexis had asked. His eyes took in the gleam of the flames for a moment before he tore a few of the buttons off the dress shirt he had previously worn and shoved them into his pocket before tossing the clothes into the fire pit where they quickly began to burn.
Killian’s eyes took in the sight of the clothes for several moments before he turned and made his way back into the bathroom to pull on the boots he had brought up with him. He caught his own reflection in the mirror and stared back at himself. It had been the same face to stare back at him for the hundred years and Killian quickly pushed away the thoughts that began to creep through him as he grabbed some hair product Alexis had on the counter and set about setting his hair right. His hair was still slightly damp giving him the impression of looking far younger then he actually was but it would have to do for the moment.
Pleased with the way he had managed to turn out Killian made his way back down the stairs to where Alexis was no doubt working on the chair.
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Post by Alexis London on Mar 16, 2009 19:34:30 GMT -4
Alexis had just become further irritated in this situation. In the attempt at removing the stain, she'd turned the cushion over. The action had shown the other side-which was fastened with staples. Antique chairs were fastened with nails, not staples.
"Fake." Alexis muttered, wondering how she'd managed to miss that. Oh well, if she'd overlooked it, others would too. She'd clean up the stain and sell it at a lesser price.
Alexis drenched the chair in liquid stain remover and headed back into the store with the spray bottle still in her hand. It was a good thing, because looking down she immediately spied a mud streak on the carpet.
"Lovely." Alexis aimed the bottle at the offending streak and sprayed. She watched as the liquid seeped into the carpeting and soaked up the mud. Going back to the store room, she pulled a roll of paper towels. She was scrubbing the last of the stain away when she heard Killan approaching.
"Hungry?" She asked without looking up.
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Mar 17, 2009 8:27:47 GMT -4
Killian had watched as Alexis fussed with the stain on the carpet and he felt slightly bad for causing her such a mess about her place…but only slightly she had after all killed him that had been a slight inconvenience for him so it was only fare he had attempted to return the favor.
“…Was that a statement or a question?” Killian asked with a small smirk in response to her statement regarding if he was hungry or not. He was only slightly kidding.
His eyes traveled across the span of the downstairs and the different pieces of antique furniture and paintings and the like that the vampire had actually accumulated and he was rather impressed with her stash though he still found it beyond weird that she actually seemed to make a rather normal habit out of “blending” considering what she was and what she was capable of.
A thought crossed Killian’s mind completely out of the blue; it was daytime…or well morning time the devil was in the details it was light outside and she was still there…a vampire…not bursting into flames. He didn’t know much about vampires and what it was they practiced or could and couldn’t do…actual vampire anyways. When it came to Dracula he had that guys info down.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in a coffin and/or bursting into flames right about now?” Killian asked rocking back and forth on his heels ever so slightly.
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Post by Alexis London on Mar 17, 2009 11:41:39 GMT -4
Alexis raised an eyebrow and gave the boy an irritated look. At least she couldn't complain too much, the mark was coming out of the carpeting. That could put her mind to rest at least slightly.
"No, the country. Give me 3-5 minutes on your thoughts of it." She stood up and walked behind the counter to toss the paper towel into the trash can. Returning to the bottle, she scooped it up and carried it back to the storage room. As she was putting it back on it's shelf, she heard the boy's question.
Damn Hollywood.
Alexis returned to the main room, still shaking her head in irritation at his statement.
"Sleep in a coffin? What do you take me for? I'd like to go back to bed, there's no real argument on that end, but I probably won't sleep very well. And bursting into flames? That would take way too much effort at this hour of the morning."
Alexis turned to face him, stopping in front of him.
"Hollywood does nothing but feed stereotypes about various entities. Vampires get the same deal. Coffins aren't our things. And as for the sunlight, I don't like it and it can cause a disturbing burn in the right case, but I can go out in it."
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Mar 17, 2009 12:02:55 GMT -4
Killian all too gladly returned Alexis’s glare with a smirk of his own. Ok yeah he surely didn’t feel bad about the stain.
“Oh well then in that case…” Killian replied with a smile as he watched Alexis walk behind the counter of the shop and put away the things.
“Let’s see Hungry is actually officially known as The Republic of Hungary and it's bordered by Austria, Slovakia, Ukraine, Romania aaaand Serbia. In the past decade, Hungary was listed as the 10th most economically dynamic area…” Killian let his words trail off as Alexis returned into the main room. He could pretty much tell she didn’t find him the least bit amusing but hell he was amused so that was good enough for him.
“You asked,” Killian stated with a smug look as he picked aimlessly at the seam of the new shirt he wore.
“Um a vampire?...A killer vampire if we wanted to be specific,” Killian responded as Alexis asked what he took her for.
Killian went silent for a moment as he listened to Alexis explain what the customs were and weren’t and he had to admit he found it rather fascinating.
“So I’m guessing Draculas…not a friend of yours?”
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Post by Alexis London on Mar 17, 2009 12:39:42 GMT -4
Alexis rolled her eyes. The boy certainly hadn't lost his sense of humor. He was keeping himself entertained, that was for sure. Death hadn't affected Killian's attitude that significantly.
"That was nowhere near 3 minutes." She informed him, idly tapping her watch. "And thank you for the refresher, I haven't been in the country for sometime."
Alexis leaned against the counter, watching Killian's reactions.
"I'm glad you find yourself entertaining." She picked up a white scarf laying on the counter and tied it around her wrist as a bracelet.
"I knew a guy who went by Dracula once. I wasn't impressed."
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Mar 17, 2009 13:05:54 GMT -4
Marisolla took the train from Salem, to Boston, and then to New York for appearances. If she didn't at least make an attempt to get out of town and look normal, people pestered her and that just made her angry.
Greenwich Village didn't interest her at all. Actually, there was nothing about New York City that interested her at all. It was flithy, disguesting place filled with people of the same characteristics. And it was far enough away from Salem that she couldn't keep tabs on the locals.
Some movement in one of the shops caught Marisolla's attention. Turning her head, she glanced into what appeared to be some sort of high end shop no doubt run by a mortal with little intelligence. But to her incredible surprise, she recognized one of the people inside.
He was a boy, or he had been when she'd know him. Blonde....the hair was what did it. And his face....but his name, she couldn't quite place it. One thing was certain-Marisolla had seen the boy somewhere before.
Her hand discovered the door was locked.
No worries.
A few quick twists of the knob got it open. Marisolla had picked up on a few tricks in his lifetime.
"Good morning." She pushed the door shut firmly behind her, bringing the attention of the shops occupants.
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Mar 17, 2009 14:46:40 GMT -4
“Oh well if you’re keeping track I can continue?” Killian asked with a smile as Alexis pointed out that he hadn’t gone on for 3 minutes.
“I have to everyone else I have come across in the last 300 years ends up dying…save for myself,” Killian explained with a shrug. In truth Alexis was the first immortal Killian had ever run into on his time in the world and it was more then a little neat to be able to have some one who might slightly understand the concept of immortality or at least partial immortality.
“Really?!” Killian asked his eyes going wide with surprise and excitement as Alexis claimed to have known a Dracula.
“Like “the” Dracula? I’m talking black cape, bat transforming, Romania bug eating, I want to suck your blood Dracula?!”
If it was one thing Killian had become a fan of over the years it was movies. Ever since their creation he had found himself to be a complete movie junkie especially of the what would now be classified “old” Universal Monster movies.
The sound of the front door of the shop opening and a voice filtering through immediately caught Killian’s attention; especially since he was sure he had locked the door after he had broken in. He turned his eyes towards the woman who had entered the store and he immediately blanched; all of the color draining from his face as he took in the sight of the stranger.
He took a step back towards Alexis his eyes still never leaving the woman as his mind whirled into a frenzy trying to place the woman. He knew her; he had seen her before but not for a long time not since he had been a teenager…a real teenager not a 300+ year old teenager. His thoughts whirled back to the days when he had spent so many hours and days in the company of Esther O’Kavley and Killian knew in the pit of his stomach that that was where this woman was from...she was from Salem the same town that had murdered him so many years ago and the place he had never gone back to. But not modern day Salem; no the woman who stood in the shop had been from the Salem of his childhood he could see her face in the town square and she was just the same as she was now; unchanged.
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Post by Alexis London on Mar 17, 2009 15:05:51 GMT -4
"Knock yourself out." Alexis shrugged. Truthfully, she was greatful for some company. As much as he showed a tendancy to get on her nerves, he was at least another human she had successfully not killed. Well, at least not in the last week.
"He liked to think he was, but I doubt he was the real deal. Especially since Dracula is based on Vald the Impaler." Alexis smiled faintly at Killian's Dracula enthusiasm. He'd apparently ben paying his attention to pop culture. Not that she found that surprising, with his vampire beliefs.
Her attention was diverted from Killian by the sudden appearance of an early customer. Alexis grew immediately suspicious. The sign on the door clearly read that they weren't open yet, and as soon as the woman was in the door, Alexis's senses told her the woman was a vampire.
Killian's reaction was what sent her over the edge. The boy seemed to be panic striken at the woman's sight. Alexis couldn't imagine he was simply that afraid.
"Well well," She murmured, her eyes on the other vampire, "what do we have here?"
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Post by Marisolla Ledeara on Mar 17, 2009 15:29:09 GMT -4
Marisolla's dark eyes burned into the boy's. His name suddenly flashed into her head like a fire which had suddenly been ignited.
"Reynolds. Killian Reynolds." She nodded, proud of herself for remembering after all this time. "The good people of Salem took you a few hundred years ago."
Her eyes went to the dark haired woman behind him. She sized her up in a quick glance. Vampire, no real power, shallow, useless.
"Marisolla Ledeara." She told her, still sizing her up.
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Post by Killian Reynolds on Mar 17, 2009 15:55:18 GMT -4
Killian took another slightly smaller step back is eyes never daring o move from the woman. He wasn’t exactly sure what it was he felt in regards to her presence but it wasn’t good. With her came memories and feelings all of which had died over 300 years ago and he had wanted them to stay gone and buried.
Killian flinched as his name passed from her lips as he swallowed hard the lump which was growing in his throat as her words floated across the shop.
"The good people of Salem took you a few hundred years ago."
That was putting it nicely.
But Killian still had yet to find his voice to speak to the woman. It didn’t make sense that she was there; but then again he was one to talk it wouldn’t make sense that he was still there either.
"Marisolla Ledeara.”
“No…that’s not right,” Killian whispered his eyes still locked with the woman as he took another step backwards and bumped into Alexis not realizing how near to her he had gotten.
“Her names…Mrs. Harper…Mary Harper…” Killian whispered remembering the woman and her husband now clearly from when he had been a kid in Salem. His mother had many of times attended church functions in regards to the church with Mrs. Harper…before the witch trials had ever begun in Salem.
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Post by Alexis London on Mar 17, 2009 16:28:16 GMT -4
Alexis realized that this situation had been going on for under 5 minutes and she did not like it. Dislike was flowing freely between her and the other woman. Killian, however, seemed not to have noticed.
As his form bumped into hers, Alexis caught his arms firmly with both of her hands. She guided him to her right side and placed herself between the two of them. These two clearly knew one another. Whatever history they had, Alexis was going to deal with it as calmly as possible.
"How the fck do I end up in these situations?" She grumbled, thinking back to the vampire/demon meeting that had transpired in her shop a few weeks back.
"You know her? Great. I don't. You," she motioned to the other woman, "I'm Alexis. Now we all know each other. Does either of you want to give me a history lesson here?"
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