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Post by Alyssa Scarani on Nov 27, 2009 3:44:19 GMT -4
"Oh, I'm entirely certain that I can come up with something far more interesting. Let's head back. I'll see what comes to mind in the walk back to the hotel."
Alyssa let her eyes close as Gardener ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her cheek. It was possible, she thought, that she was a little too fond of Gardener for her own good. She had spent centuries convincing herself she needed no one, and here was this vampire who made her rethink all of that. No doubt this was going to end badly. But for now, she would enjoy it.
"Come on, love."
She smiled as he spun her towards the elevator, and couldn't help a small laugh that escaped her lips. Definitely enjoying herself too much.
"Gardener," she said thoughtfully as she stepped into the elevator, wondering if it was perhaps not a good time to ask such a personal question. "Were you born here? Or is Paris just a wonderful place you found and decided to never let go."
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Post by Gardener Wild on Nov 27, 2009 20:16:51 GMT -4
Gardener had been caught up in the moment of focusing his attention on returning to the elevator. The evening had gone so lovely, and the lovely man running the elevator didn't even realize how lucky he was Gardener was finished with his sport killing for the moment.
"Were you born here? Or is Paris just a wonderful place you found and decided to never let go."
He glanced at Alyssa for a moment. Gardener wasn't a fan of speaking about his past. He knew it was a simple question-"where are you from"-but it made his skin crawl ever so slightly.
Stupid plague....."bring out your dead"....I freaking hate rats...
He was taking far too long to answer a simple question, but as the elevator doors opened on ground level, Gardener returned his arm to Alyssa's waist and smiled.
"Ah, so you want to know if I'm a native or if I just chose to fall so in love with the place?" He grinned at Alyssa as he guided them to the streets which would lead to the hotel.
"I can't blame people who fall in love with Paris and make it their own, but I was lucky enough to have been born here. It's in my blood-literally."
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Post by Alyssa Scarani on Nov 29, 2009 4:31:54 GMT -4
Gardener was silent for quite sometime after Alyssa had asked her question, causing her to regret it instantly. She was so used to meeting vampires who readily bragged about their pasts - true or false it made no difference - that she had forgotten that there had to be vampires out there that, like her, disliked talking about their pasts or who they had been... Well done, Alyssa, well done.
"Ah, so you want to know if I'm a native or if I just chose to fall so in love with the place?"
With his arm around her waist and his grin evident, Alyssa decided that she can't have offended all that much, and relaxed. She nodded, because that was exactly what she had wanted to know.
"I can't blame people who fall in love with Paris and make it their own, but I was lucky enough to have been born here. It's in my blood-literally."
Alyssa smiled. "You're very lucky. Being Italian I don't think I'm allowed to legally say this, but I almost wish I'd been born here."
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Post by Gardener Wild on Nov 29, 2009 12:35:03 GMT -4
Gardener decided he'd successfully answered the question and not left anything to chance. There was no real need for Alyssa to ask follow up questions. Well, he supposed anyone could come up with a following question. He'd just have to dodge that as successfully.
You're very lucky. Being Italian I don't think I'm allowed to legally say this, but I almost wish I'd been born here."
"Ooohh," Gardener whispered in mock horror, "I believe a number of Italian vampires just clutched their chests like a stake went through them." He laughed slightly, pressing his hand over his own heart.
Glancing down the street, Gardener noticed they were rapidly approaching the store they'd massacred earlier. A number of police vehicles seemed to be lurking outside and there was yellow tape ringing the entrance.
"Looks like someone found our little game." Gardener whispered into Alyssa's ear.
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Post by Alyssa Scarani on Nov 30, 2009 5:10:26 GMT -4
"Ooohh, I believe a number of Italian vampires just clutched their chests like a stake went through them."
Alyssa laughed and shoved him playfully. "Not a word out of you," she said, pressing her finger to his lips. "I don't need another angry mob after me."
"Looks like someone found our little game."
Alyssa glanced over to the Chanel store and took not of the police and the paramedics and the yellow crime scene tape and came to the conclusion that yes, there earlier activities had been discovered. She watched as the bodies were carter out in body bags and wondered just how long it would take for the newspapers to report it all. She noticed one of the detectives inside the store point to something in the corner and a horrible thought struck her.
"Cameras," she said, looking at Gardener with worry. Alyssa wasn't really concerned with the Parisian authorities...unless it would mean having to leave. No, she was more concerned about hunters discovering them. At best they were inconvenient, at worst: deadly.
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Post by Gardener Wild on Nov 30, 2009 18:38:44 GMT -4
Gardener was mildly impressed the authorities had responded so quickly. Someone must have been missed. He was personally voting on the sale's clerk. She probably had some sort of family who had noticed when she hadn't come home.
"Cameras,
"Fck." Gardener muttered. He'd forgotten about those stupid mortal contraptions. He had heard enough rumors in the Paris vampire world that there were superstitious men on the police squad. Chances were they would look at the bodies....and call a hunter buddy.
"Minor issue." He said, running his fingers through Alyssa's hair. "We'll just have to be overly suspicious of everyone we encounter. I don't trust some of those men not to call in hunters. And I've run into a few hunters who thought they were very good."
Gardener made a mental note to be more careful the next time. Evidence would have to be destoryed on other encounters.
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Post by Alyssa Scarani on Nov 30, 2009 19:09:55 GMT -4
"Fck."
Alyssa's thoughts exactly. She should have thought of cameras. All stores had them. She had just been so preoccupied with avoiding the window it had completely slipped her mind.
"Minor issue. We'll just have to be overly suspicious of everyone we encounter. I don't trust some of those men not to call in hunters. And I've run into a few hunters who thought they were very good."
That sounded easy enough, Alyssa wasn't quick to trust usually anyway. Most hunters didn't suspect vampires of living in high end hotels anyway so they were safe for a time if hunters did decide to show up.
"Sorry," she said eventually. "I hope this doesn't put your home here in jeopardy."
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Post by Gardener Wild on Nov 30, 2009 19:54:53 GMT -4
"Sorry," she said eventually. "I hope this doesn't put your home here in jeopardy."
Gardener had a sudden thought that made his eyes light up. He remembered the vampires who had caused him to leave Paris for New York in the first place. He could very easily think of a way to pin the deal on them. There had to be some sort of a way to trick a hunter Oh well, he'd consider it if the subject popped up.
"Not at all, darling. I think I have a lovely idea in case the situation should appear on our doorstep."
Gardener reached down and caught Alyssa's hand. Slowly, he turned her down a quick alleyway and down a backstreet towards their hotel.
"Kind of adds to the thrill of the game, doesn't it?" He whispered, kissing Alyssa's cheek quickly.
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Post by Alyssa Scarani on Dec 1, 2009 3:47:15 GMT -4
"Not at all, darling. I think I have a lovely idea in case the situation should appear on our doorstep."
Alyssa was quite pleased that Gardener wasn't angry at their predicament, and doubly pleased that he had a plan to solve any future problems that would arise from it. She smiled, the night hadn't been ruined after all.
"Kind of adds to the thrill of the game, doesn't it?"
"You're not wrong," Alyssa said with a slight laugh as he lead her down an alleyway and then some unfamiliar backstreet. She vaguely wondered where they were going, but she could see the hotel not too far off in the distance and figured that is must have been a shortcut of some kind.
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Post by Gardener Wild on Dec 1, 2009 8:29:59 GMT -4
Gardener nodded to himself. This situation was solvable. Personally, he'd found Ryden Compton to be a larger threat, but he'd even managed that one in two shakes of that typically spoke lamb's tail. No, this would be fine. He was sure of it.
"You're not wrong,"
"That's what I like to hear." Gardener teased lightly as he dodged them through the street to the hotel lobby. As they entered the door, Gardener paused to grab a red rose from a vase on a table just inside the entrance.
"Can't think of a better way to have spent an evening, love." He smiled as he pressed the flower into Alyssa's fingers.
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Post by Alyssa Scarani on Dec 1, 2009 15:46:41 GMT -4
"That's what I like to hear."
Alyssa laughed slightly as she waited patiently for Gardener while he did whatever he was doing. When he turned around and pressed a roase into her hand, she couldn't suppress her smile.
"Can't think of a better way to have spent an evening, love."
"You," she said, tapping Gardener lightly on the nose with the flower, "are too lovely."
She reached up and kissed him lightly before retaking his hand and pulling him towards the elevator that would take them back to their room. "But I agree," she said. "Not a bad evening at all."
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Post by Gardener Wild on Dec 2, 2009 13:13:51 GMT -4
Gardener idly batted the flower Alyssa tapped him with in a cat like move.
"Thanks, I try. It's taken years and years of practice." He fell into her grasp as she pulled him to the elevator. Watching as the doors closed, he pulled her against him for a kiss.
"Not a bad evening at all."
"Bad's the last word I can think of, princess." He realized he hadn't yet hit the button to actually move the elevator, and reached back to quickly hit their floor.
"Well, I guess it was bad for some. But not us."
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Post by Alyssa Scarani on Dec 9, 2009 21:09:07 GMT -4
"Thanks, I try. It's taken years and years of practice."
Alyssa's laugh was cut off as Gardener pulled her against him and kissed her and she slid her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
"Bad's the last word I can think of, princess." Well that was certainly true. "Well, I guess it was bad for some. But not us."
Ah yes, ending up as a vampire's meal may not be most people's choice of death, but it had certainly been entertaining for Alyssa. And clearly Gardener had enjoyed himself also. She pulled Gardener out of the elevator as the doors opened, and lead him back towards their room.
"So, did you think of anything?" she asked as she unlocked the door.
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Post by Gardener Wild on Dec 12, 2009 11:07:51 GMT -4
Gardener smoothed his new jacket. He couldn't really say much about it since he didn't know a thing about clothes, but he did like it. And he could tell the high quality of it. Maybe that was what was doing it for him. He liked things of high class, and the jacket certainly screamed of it.
"So, did you think of anything?"
"Hhmm," Gardener murmured, pushing the door open for Alyssa to enter. "Well, let's see. I think I've got a deck of cards somewhere. We could play a few hands of war. Or maybe I could translate some French TV for you. Maybe we'll find a cool new sitcom we love."
Gardener strolled over to the couch he'd been laying on before they had left. Dropping down onto it, he turned his gaze towards Alyssa and gave her a quick grin.
"I don't know, baby doll. I suppose the possibilities are almost endless."
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Post by Alyssa Scarani on May 3, 2010 14:16:14 GMT -4
"Hhmm," Alyssa stepped past him and entered the hotel room. "Well, let's see. I think I've got a deck of cards somewhere. We could play a few hands of war. Or maybe I could translate some French TV for you. Maybe we'll find a cool new sitcom we love."
"Well that sounds... riveting," she said, crossing the room to the window and staring up at the sky. nighttime skies were her favourite... and not just because she had a small aversion to daytime.
"I don't know, baby doll. I suppose the possibilities are almost endless."
She glanced back at him, lounging on the couch and moved across to sit next to him, sitting up on her knees and resting her arm on the back. "The problem with endless possibilities," she said, thoughtfully. "Is that it makes decision making very difficult."
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