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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 19, 2010 21:01:53 GMT -4
Truth be told, Cat was mildly addicted to the scent of coffee. Coffee and human blood were two of her favorite scents. However, blood wasn't a frequently sold scent in terms of candles, so Cat had to make due with coffee. She usually could come home from a shopping trip with hazelnut, regular and any other kind she could load up on. Recently, she'd found body wash and bubble bath scented like coffee. That had taken up a residence in her bathroom as well.
So when she decided she needed to catch up with Morgan after a long absence, she knew she wanted to be around the scent. With any luck, the smell would settle in her hair and she'd get to have it around for a few extra hours.
She settled herself at table in front of one of the shops windows with a cup of French Vanilla cappuccino and looked out at the night. She couldn't remember the taste of coffee. She really couldn't even remember if she'd had it. Again, she tried to take a small sip of the drink in front of her. Nothing. Oh well.
Catherine shrugged, put the cup down on the table and looked back out the window. She was anxious to see Morgan. It had been a while since they'd had a good conversation.
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Post by Morgan Caine on Jul 19, 2010 23:49:49 GMT -4
Morgan Caine would have liked to say he had been working on some super secret mission with Russians and spys and perhaps a sea creature or two.......buuuuuuuut instead he had spent the last hour attempting to throw pens from his desk into the trash bin...the scattered pens upon the floor clearly illustrated that Morgan was still very much blind.
But there was one pen in the bin...he would take the small victories.
Before he heard the message his phone announced was waiting for him he had decided to agree to whoever it was and whatever they were proposing...yes he was indeed that bored and besides it was good to live life on the edge...hell he may get lucky and it could have been the Korean twins from the bar the other night. He wasn't disappointed to hear Cat's voice on the other end of the line...though the twins would have been nice as well.
Morgan-
It's Cat. And it's been awhile. If you were to meet me at the cafe on Elm at 7:00 tonight, I'll buy you a drink and we can catch up. Yes?
See you later
Even if he had things to do Morgan would have no doubt agreed to meet up with Cat. At the start of his relationship with the vampire...that was still weird to say...but any how when he had first met her it had simply been business. She had saved him from being torn to pieces...literally and he had looked away in regards to her murders...figuritevly.
Pressing the button on the side of his watch the computerized voice filled the space of his office alerting him to the fact that it was 5:00 pm. Plenty of time to attempt to gather up the pens so he could avoid breaking his neck and make his way to the coffee shop to meet Catherine. He's life was just full of adventures.
Two hours later Morgan pushed the door opened to the Elm Street Coffee shop and allowed the sounds of the bustling shop to come into focus for him so to speak. Usually when someone walks into a room they allow the sights of their surroundings to fall into place and grow accustomed to their new surrounding. Since Morgan lacked the sight portion of that ability he relied on his sense of sound and smell to allow him to "see" a room.
He had been in the coffee shop a number of times before which helped with the physical surroundings but it didn't account for the people...those were always getting in the way. He was usually able to pin point a person by their perfume/cologne but in reality that was cheating. Catherine tended to smell like coffee...which was a bitch trying to pin point...in a coffee shop.
The fact that Catherine was a vampire helped greatly...very few others had a side of death and blood with their coffee. Not that Morgan would ever tell Catherine she smelled like death...that would no doubt get him slapped relatively hard. Focusing for a moment Morgan was able to pick out the smell of death and blood from across the coffee shop.
"Bingo," Morgan whispered to himself with a smile.
Making his way across the shop using his digital walking stick...which was a hell of a lot cooler then a regular walking stick and lacked the annoying "tapping" sound which accompanied it Morgan found himself he was rather certain standing directly next to Catherine's table.
"Do they give you a shot of blood in your latte or do you have to bring your own?" Morgan asked with a smile as he carefully grabbed a hold of the empty chair and sat down.
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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 20, 2010 21:17:52 GMT -4
Catherine stared out of the cafe's window into the night. She half expected Dimitrie to be looking right back in at her. Truthfully, she had no idea what to do about him. She couldn't keep fighting him. She'd been lucky the last time, but the next she couldn't be assured she'd walk away.
Turning her head as the door opened, she saw that Morgan was now entering. She watched him thoughtfully for a long moment. He was very good at being blind. Blind humans faced a great deal of difficulties. Catherine thought Morgan handled it well-even if he didn't take no for an answer when she told him he couldn't drive her Jaguar.
"Do they give you a shot of blood in your latte or do you have to bring your own?"
"Cute."
Catherine smirked as Morgan sat down across from her. She smoothed a non existent wrinkle from her suit. She was pleased with her outfit. Her navy blue suit hit just below her string of pearls and buttoned down the front. The skirt hit just above her calves and her shoes were simple black pumps. Her hair was drawn neatly back from her face at the sides. Smoothing it down, she smiled at Morgan.
"Typically I bring my own. You would think there would be more willing doners with this whole Edward Collins craze."
Catherine rolled her eyes and instinctively glanced out of the window again. She needed to stop worrying-at least for the minute.
"So what are you drinking tonight, darling?"
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Post by Morgan Caine on Jul 20, 2010 23:49:28 GMT -4
"Cute."
"So I've been told," Morgan replied with a smile as he switched off the digital walking stick and set it down on the corner of the table. He sat in silence for the brief moment allowing himself to become andjusted to his new location and the different smells and sensory details which came with it.
"You look fine," Morgan chided with a smirk. He had never met a woman who fidgeted with her appearance as much as Cat did and he had long since been able to call her out on it just by listening to her movements.
"So what are you drinking tonight, darling?"
"Normally I would say some Jack Daniels and a shot of tequilla would be adventurous.....but since this seems to be the wrong establishment for that so let's live dangerously...and I'll get the same thing I always get," Morgan answered as he leaned back in the chair slightly now perfectly at ease with his surrondings.
It took longer to grow accustomed to where you were and what and who was around you but all you haev to do was be pateint. Morgan had learned very early on it took a hell of a lot of patience to be blind...Morgan Caine had never really been much for patience.
"So did you call me simply because you missed me?" Morgan asked leaning forward slightly.
It was interesting the things you heard...like for instance the man sitting behind Cat was seconds away from breaking up with his girlfriend...who by her voice influx knew what was coming and was not at all pleased by it.
"You may want to move your chair slightly to the right if you want to avoid getting coffee on you," Morgan explained as he didn't for a moment miss the woman harshly grab the cup of coffee no doubt ready to throw it at her now ex partner.
You could see plenty if you simply listened.
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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 21, 2010 12:00:32 GMT -4
"You look fine,
Cat smirked, rolling her eyes. She still had no idea how Morgan was so good at figuring out what she was doing. She figured that once you lost your sight, your other senses would heighten. But still, it was so bizarre to her. He caught things she never in a million years would.
"Thank you." She smiled, settling back in her chair.
"Normally I would say some Jack Daniels and a shot of tequilla would be adventurous.....but since this seems to be the wrong establishment for that so let's live dangerously...and I'll get the same thing I always get,"
"Of course you will." Cat shook her head. "Someday, I'm not going to offer and I'm going to get you something completely random. Be right back."
Getting up, she went to the counter and placed Morgan's order, putting it on her tab. Then she returned to the table, settled in her chair and flipped her hair over her shoulders.
"Maybe next time we'll go some place you can get alcohol, so long as it's a place where I don't come out smelling like booze and cigarettes. Prohabition did have that going for it-no liquor to spill on people."
"So did you call me simply because you missed me?"
"As a matter of fact, I did. How's life?" Cat ran her finger over the edge of her cup, frowning as she accumulated whip cream residue on her finger.
"Yuck." She unzipped her purse, rummaged inside until she found a bottle of nectarine scented hand sanitizer. She rubbed it on her hands until the mess had subdued.
"You may want to move your chair slightly to the right if you want to avoid getting coffee on you,"
"What?" Catherine glanced over her shoulder and observed the scene behind her. Sure enough, it didn't look good. Rolling her eyes, Cat slid her chair to the right.
"How in the hell do you do that?"
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Post by Morgan Caine on Jul 22, 2010 22:35:15 GMT -4
"As a matter of fact, I did. How's life?"
"Dark," Morgan replied with a smirk.
He waited a few moments after hearing Cat slide her chair over slightly and sure enough another second passed and the man who had been sitting behind Catherine cried out in surprise as his ex tosed her coffee in his face. It was nice to be right about things.
"Jedi mind powers," Morgan explained tapping his temple carefully before leaning back in the chair slightly. It was ncie to be able to do something somebody else couldn't...even if it came with a few disadvantages.
"But if it makes you feel any better I still run into walls from time to time in the middle fo the night," he explained as he took note that someone had brought his coffee over to the table; the aroma adding to the cluster of scents in the immediate area.
"But I reckon life is life; nothing too exciting down at the agency. A few newbies which is always interesting and then of course bodies keep poping up...not yours right?" Morgan asked taking a drink from the coffee he had carefully managed to slide in front of him so that it was within reach.
"Just in case I need to add a few notes to a few files," Morgan asked carefully. Though he had crossed Catherine off the list almost immediately. The killings didn't add up to her and as far as Morgan knew she wasn't the killing sort currently...which was a bit of silver linning.
There was something off with Cat though; she just seemed off in some way as if she was either extremley tense or Morgan was missing something that was right in front of them.
"What about you? Anything new and exciting in your world Kit?" Morgan asked doing his best to fish without being pushy.
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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 24, 2010 9:11:13 GMT -4
Cat waited patiently for a reaction from behind her. Not that she didn't doubt that Morgan would be correct, it was just waiting for the confirmation. Sure enough, a cry of shock came from behind her. Cat shook her head, a slow smirk crossing her face.
Jedi mind powers,"
"Good for you." Cat shook her head, watching as the woman from behind stormed out of the cafe.
"But if it makes you feel any better I still run into walls from time to time in the middle fo the night,"
"It doesn't." Cat frowned slightly. She figured that it naturally would be dark, and she couldn't imagine that. Living in the dark constantly might drive her crazy.
"But you do well with it, I've always been proud of you for it."
"But I reckon life is life; nothing too exciting down at the agency. A few newbies which is always interesting and then of course bodies keep poping up...not yours right?"
"No, not mine." Cat said, stirring the coffee she wasn't going to drink. "And I don't know of any baby vamps in the area who could be behind it. But if I hear of any, I'll let you know."
Cat frowned at the coffee. She'd learned not to kill when she fed-that had been a must with Dimitrie. Unfortunately for both of them, she liked to kill. But after a few of Dimitrie's punishments for creating unnecessary bodies, she had taught herself how to hide bodies.
"What about you? Anything new and exciting in your world Kit?"
"Nothing really." Catherine shrugged. "The club is doing well. Stan's good. I did have some vampire sh!t land on my lap earlier this week, but it's no big deal. I'm sure it'll work itself out."
Cat smiled at Morgan. It was more for her benefit, not his. She needed to convince herself that everything with Dimitrie would work out with her nearly having another death.
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Post by Morgan Caine on Jul 26, 2010 7:49:09 GMT -4
"But you do well with it, I've always been proud of you for it."
"Glad I do blind well; might have given me a complex if I didn't," Morgan explained with a smile. Truth be told he didn't spend too much focused on it. He had in the beginning when he had first lost his sight and he quickly found out the more he worried about it or dwelled on it the worse it seemed so it had long since been the time of Morgan ignoring it completely which in honest seemed to work out a lot better all things considered.
"No, not mine. And I don't know of any baby vamps in the area who could be behind it. But if I hear of any, I'll let you know."
"Goodd eal; I didn't figure it for you but wanted to check in case anything needed...re-filling," Morgan explained taking a drink from his coffee before setting it down. The front door to the coffee shop opened and closed and Morgan paused for a second seeing if he could pin point the persons movements but they were lost in the hustle and bustle of the shop.
"Nothing really. The club is doing well. Stan's good. I did have some vampire sh!t land on my lap earlier this week, but it's no big deal. I'm sure it'll work itself out."
Morgan frowned slightly in response to Catherine bringing up what she so nicely labeled "vampire shit"...any issues with the supernatural weren't too positive of a situation no matter how much Catherine attempted to brush it under the rug.
"And what exactly classifies as vampire shit?" Morgan asked prying.
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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 26, 2010 20:57:56 GMT -4
"Glad I do blind well; might have given me a complex if I didn't,"
Catherine rolled her eyes. Morgan's sense of humors always entertained her. She did enjoy humans with senses of humor. Most of the ones she met in the club were just weird. Alcohol seemed to bring out the worst in humans. Catherine was never amused.
"Goodd eal; I didn't figure it for you but wanted to check in case anything needed...re-filling,"
Catherine felt a sudden shudder run through her. She had a sudden suspicion she might know who had created the bodies Morgan had on his hands.
"And what exactly classifies as vampire shit?"
Catherine sighed and pushed the cup of coffee she wasn't going to drink away from her. Where to begin? Morgan knew little more about her than she was a vampire with a vampire boyfriend.
"Well, not sure how much you know about vampires, but we're not all that Twilight family, all living in peace and harmony with our creator. My maker turned up in town a few days ago. And....."
Catherine looked back out the window and back at Morgan.
"And truthfully, he's dangerous, violent. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he's creating your bodies."
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Post by Morgan Caine on Jul 26, 2010 22:28:31 GMT -4
"Well, not sure how much you know about vampires, but we're not all that Twilight family, all living in peace and harmony with our creator. My maker turned up in town a few days ago. And....."
"An upside of being blind...no Twilight," Morgan explained with a smirk as he finished up his coffee. With any luck he would be up all night. Which would be productive since he hadn't attempted to redecorate in the last week.
Being that the world around him was for the most part dark he didn't waste a lot of life sleeping...there really wasn't much of a point; after all he didn't need to rest his eyes they didn't do much of antyhing.
"And truthfully, he's dangerous, violent. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he's creating your bodies."
The smile quickly faded from Morgan's face as he took note of her tone along with the words said tone carried. A violent vampire in town was never a good thing; especially for those of them who made a habit out of breathing for a living.
"Did he hurt you?" Morgan asked coming across one fo those moments he wished he could have made somebody keep eye contact with him....of course he had no way to tell if Cat was looking at him or checking out the waiter but just the same he had other ways to read those he spoke to. It usually was all held in their words and the tone they used.
"And part 2 is if he did does Stan know and where is Dracula lurking?"
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Post by Dimitrie Petrescu on Jul 27, 2010 15:49:28 GMT -4
Dimitrie was in fact lurking just outside the coffee shop across the street. Out of sight of Catherine, who'd he'd been following, but had the man she was with been able to see he would've noticed the large man staring at them. He'd been tracking Cat for a while now always staying out of sight but he wouldn't be surprised if she could sense his presence. He'd realized the man was blind since he'd gone in with a walking stick and obviously hadn't said anything about Dimitrie staring at them.
He was standing in a dark doorway to a shop so even if Cat turned and saw him he could disappear. He saw her turn her head and quickly melted back into the shadows. He hadn't shown her all his tricks just in case things ever turned out like this. Disappearing was something he'd gotten rather good at, along with reading lips. Unfortunately he could only read the man's words but it wasn't hard to guess where the conversation was going.
"Did he hurt you?"
Dimitrie couldn't help but grin now. He knew he'd come up in conversation, there weren't many people that could hurt Catherine and almost none dared to.
"And part 2 is if he did does Stan know and where is Dracula lurking?"
Stan Davis...
The name made Dimitrie burn with anger. He'd make Davis pay for what he did. He relished the idea of his offspring's boyfriend coming to find him. He chuckled a bit at being referred to as Dracula, a name that humans seemed to associate solely with vampires. He studied the man's face carefully, obviously he knew Catherine but he was a human. Dimitrie had to find out what benefit he was to her. He knew the man was asking about recent killings, some of Dimitrie's own handiwork. He'd have to pay a visit to the man soon.
Settling himself against a wall he would stay and watch the pair until they were finished with their meeting. He made sure to watch Catherine in case she decided to turn and look for him again. He wasn't worried if she spotted him but if she knew he was watching he wouldn't be able to find the human later on.
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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 27, 2010 22:26:19 GMT -4
"An upside of being blind...no Twilight,"
"Don't ever meet my brother." Cat sighed, shaking her head. "He'll tell you ten thousand different reasons as to why Twilight doesn't appropriately portray vampires."
She glanced out the window, thinking she might have seen something move in the darkness. But shadows moved, and people moved, and both were out so Cat wasn't overly concerned. She knew she was paranoid anyway.
Catherine watched as Morgan's face became serious. She hadn't expected him to like her words, but it happened and she needed to tell him...well, to tell someone rather.
"Did he hurt you?"
"Well, that depends." Catherine smiled at Morgan, "would you consider hitting me, kicking me and then pinning me to a tree with a knife through the hand hurting me?"
Catherine flexed her hand involuntarily. It didn't hurt, and there was no mark, but she could still feel the pain.
"And part 2 is if he did does Stan know and where is Dracula lurking?"
"Stan knows, and God knows where." Catherine shrugged, leaning back in her chair and looking out the window again. Sighing, she turned back to Morgan.
"Dimitrie's an ass, that's really the only way to say it. And he's dangerous."
She hated to speak ill of her maker, truthfully. She wanted to be respectful, but Dimitrie made it so damn hard.
"Want another cup of coffee?" She asked.
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Post by Morgan Caine on Jul 27, 2010 23:13:26 GMT -4
"Well, that depends." Catherine smiled at Morgan, "would you consider hitting me, kicking me and then pinning me to a tree with a knife through the hand hurting me?"
"Yes," Morgan replied through clenched teeth. He knew Catherine was MORE then capable of taking care of herself but just the same he liked to think of her as a friend and undead or not he wasn't a fan of others hurting his friends.
"And it's not funny Kit," Morgan muttered "hearing" the smile on her face.
Morgan reached out toward Catherine until his hand clasped around hers. His hands traced the cold skin of hers searching for a wound he knew wasn't there but he was human therefor it was human nature to check and make sure people were ok even if you knew that they would be.
Self assurance if you would.
"Stan knows, and God knows where."
Letting her hand go Morgan still was nowhere near pleased with the news. This maker of Catherine's could be responsible for some if not all of the killings the CIA was looking into and if it was a vampire doing the killings certain precautions would need to be taken to make sure agents didn't go in un-prepared. Attempting to prepare them without landing in the nut house was another thing entirely.
"Dimitrie's an ass, that's really the only way to say it. And he's dangerous."
"Ass is being nice Cat....colossal douche bag or epic prick would be a good place to start..." Morgan muttered not liking this Dimitrie one bit. He didn't know a thing about him but the visual he had in his mind was good enough.
"Want another cup of coffee?"
"Not particularly," Morgan replied with a dismissive nod as his hand clenched around the main device of the electronic walking stick. His hands squeezing the metal and releasing as if the device was some sort of stress ball.
"Why don't we just kill him?...And when I say we I mean those of us with working eyes and no heart beat," Morgan explained.
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Post by Dimitrie Petrescu on Jul 28, 2010 0:57:14 GMT -4
Dimitrie moved into the furthest corner of blackness as Catherine kept looking backwards. She either felt his presence or had grown paranoid. Either option was fine with Dimitrie but he would've enjoyed the fact if it was definitely paranoia and fear that caused her to look over her shoulder constantly. He could tell whatever answer she'd given the blind human had upset him.
Ass is being nice Cat....colossal douche bag or epic prick would be a good place to start...
That's what Dimitrie read on the man's lips. Catherine had obviously expressed her admiration for Dimitrie, not that he could blame that on her but he would have to remind her to respect her maker the next time they had a conversation.
Who is this man who thinks he can speak ill of Dimitrie, I teach him to show respect
He continued to watch the pair of them. The man's face already committed to his memory. He could tell by the way he was squeezing his walking stick that he was stressed about whatever Catherine was saying.
Why don't we just kill him?...And when I say we I mean those of us with working eyes and no heart beat
Dimitrie tried not to laugh at what the man was saying. He wanted to round a group up and try to hunt Dimitrie down. Now he had to see the man. Things were definitely getting more interesting.
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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 29, 2010 7:37:19 GMT -4
Morgan was not taking this well, not that Catherine had expected him to. She felt bad for laying this on him. But he was her friend, and friends told each other things like that.
"And it's not funny Kit,"
"I know." Catherine said, letting the smile slip from her face as she stared down at her hands. "Oh, I know."
Morgan's hands were warm when he touched hers and Catherine enjoyed that. It was a novelty to touch warm skin. Vampires didn't get much human contact, and all of the people in the night club just declared her as having poor circulation when they did touch her.
"Ass is being nice Cat....colossal douche bag or epic prick would be a good place to start..."
"Those are both good too." Catherine nodded, looking up at Morgan. She sighed, shaking her head.
"Not particularly,"
"Then drink this stuff I'm not going to." Catherine told him, pushing the coffee closer to him. Something was off, somewhere. Something wasn't feeling right. Catherine could faintly place the feeling-she'd felt it before, but she couldn't put her finger on it right now.
"Why don't we just kill him?...And when I say we I mean those of us with working eyes and no heart beat,"
"I can't do that." Catherine said, shaking her head anxiously. "There's no way I could. Dimitrie's my maker, he's basically my father in the vampire world. I couldn't kill him, not after everything we've been through. He's the only family I had for centuries."
She knew how bad it sounded, but it was true. As awful as Dimitrie had been, and even with that incident a few years ago, she was still bond to him and she still cared for him. He'd been with her through so much when she was newly turned. She'd spent many nights-even if it was following one punishment or the other-crawling into his arms. Abusive or no, he was still her maker and Catherine couldn't let herself ignore that.
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