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Gentleman Caller « Thread Started on Sept 29, 2009, 12:40am »
Sanguini arrived as soon as dark fell the following evening. He could see candlelight glowing within her room, and he wondered if she was there, or if she was getting ready. Her window was shut, and he could hear no sound, nor could he smell her. He felt somewhat bereft, and while he waited for her to appear, he took out his Stradivarius violin.
He tuned the strings, plucked them and checked the sound, then carefully tucked it beneath his chin and began to play Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, putting every complex feeling he had for her into each note.
He hoped she would come to her window... Oh, how he hoped she would....
Lilith sat in the large living room with her diary resting on her knees. She had been writing in it on and off almost all day. It seemed the only time she could think straight. Other than when she played her viola. Which she had done so much since yesterday evening that her fingers had gotten stiff and sore and she had to take a break. She watched the fire burning, dancing as she paused from her writing for a moment.
She was with her younger brother, her parents had gone out and he was under her care tonight. She loved her brother, he was not a large boy for his age and she was strongly protective of him. He had noticed that something was not right with her but she had brushed aside his questions with a smile and continued writing.
When she heard it, the most wonderful sound she thought she'd ever heard. It took her breath away and she froze where she was just listening. She saw her brother looking around, saw him rise to investigate and she quickly grabbed his hand and smiled. "Leave it, I know who it is and you need not worry" She told him softly. The thought of her dear brother going anywhere near Sanguini terrified her. And as she watched him sit back down giving her a worried look. It was for him and him alone that she rose and walking to the door told him she'd be back soon.
She opened the front door, closing it and locking it behind her. She had to go to him, make sure he would not try to come into her, to her brother. Other wise she would have hidden herself away and just listened to him play. God she could have listened all night.
As she rounded the corner of the house that lead to her window. Some how she knew that was where he would be. She stopped and stared at him while he played. If she'd been drawn to him the night before it was nothing to what she felt now. The sight of him playing, the passion, the feeling in ever part of him. It was like he had come alive again. Her fear of him flooded out of her for a moment as she just stood and watched him, lost in him and his music. She couldn't talk, couldn't move. And if this was his weapon of choice against her it was one she doubted she would be able to beat.
The music filled every fibre of his being as he played, the sheer effortless elegance of his movements amplified by the passion behind them as the bow slid over the strings and as his fingers clutched the neck of the violin, creating the chords and notes he played.
He heard soft footfalls as she approached, but he continued to play. He could not stop this piece until it came to its natural end, it did not seem right. This was one of the most beautiful songs he knew, and it never failed to bring tears to his eyes.
He played the last two deep notes and lowered the violin and bow.
He could hardly believe that she had come out to meet him. She was so lovely in the moonlight... the silvery light cast a strange hue on her red hair, made her pale skin all the more lovely for the eerie glow on it.
"You came," he murmured, staying perfectly still so as not to frighten her. He didn't want to scare her away. "Lilith Rosier..." he murmured. He gestured with his violin to a bouquet on the ground beside him. "I brought these for you... May I give them to you?"
Lilith watched him play until the song finished and by the end of it her knees were weak and all she wanted to do was beg him to play again. But she couldn't form the thoughts to make the words she needed to do it. She listened as he talked and his voice, his tone was so different than it had been last night in the woods.
She looked at the flowers as she stood with her bare feet on the cool grass and her nightgown and dressing gown blowing around her in the breeze. She nodded her answer when he asked if he could give her the flowers. In her head the only thing that kept turning over was why had he brought her flowers. That was something you did for someone one you wanted to woo, someone you liked. Not just someone who you thought merely fasinating.... did it mean he had feelings for her then? Was he here because ... because.... she couldn't even finish the thought, it was to earth shattering.
She looked up into his eyes and then whispered quietly. "Please don't hurt my brother... I came out here to ask you, to make you promise he will be save if I let you come around like this..." Her voice sounded tiny to her and she wondered why on earth she was so lost in his presence all of a sudden.
He inhaled deeply as the night breeze carried her scent to him... her hair, her blood, her skin, her perfume all combined to make the most wondrous, delicate scent in the air, and he found himself almost drunk on the mere scent of her.
He slowly lowered his violin into its open case on the ground and tucked it safely in. With equally slow, careful movements, he picked up the bouquet. It was made up of thirteen blood red Grand Prix roses, the most beautiful roses in all the world, and he approached her slowly, holding them out to her.
"I do not wish to hurt anyone," he said, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Lilith..." he whispered. "Believe me. I am not here to harm you or your family. I asked if I could call on you, and that is precisely what I am doing."
She sounded so young and frightened to his ears, and he found himself wishing he could take her in his arms and soothe her, calm her, but he didn't want to frighten her more. He cursed himself silently. The most intriguing, maddening, wonderful woman he had ever met, and she was petrified that he was here to hurt her little brother. Why had he been so stupid? "Would it help if I swore to you that I will never harm you or those you love? Because I will do that, Lilith, if you ask it of me."
Re: Gentleman Caller « Reply #5 on Oct 1, 2009, 10:15pm »
Lilith stared at him trying to work out how he could possibly be the same man who had frightened her so much the other night in the forest. How was it now that he was standing before her with flowers and vowing to never harm her or her family. Was it possible he meant it? Why would he change so much... it couldn't simply be because she'd gotten away, because he said he found her interesting. Could it? She didn't think so at any rate and not knowing why made her uneasy. She didn't trust what she didn't understand for the most part.
She gazed at the flowers as if bewitched by their beauty for a few moments before looking up at him again and all her questions were right there to see in her eyes.
"Why?" She almost whispered. "Why are you here? Why did you bring me flowers? Why do you play such wonderful music for me? And why would you make such a vow? I already know it is not in your nature to do this... any of this. I saw that much in the woods yesterday. So why?" She talked louder this time and in a rush of breath as though if she didn't say what she wanted to very quickly she wouldn't get to say it at all. She paused then and stared at him part of her terrified to hear his answer. Partly because she couldn't decided what she wanted to hear him say most...
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Re: Gentleman Caller « Reply #6 on Oct 1, 2009, 11:10pm »
"Because, Miss Rosier... when I heard you play, and when I saw you standing here, in the moonlight... I knew that I could not bear to cause you harm," he said softly.
He meant it, too.
"There is something about you, Lilith Rosier. You are different to every other mortal that has ever crossed my path. I cannot explain it accurately, other than this - I want to get to know you. I do not wish to harm you. You have captivated me, Lilith..."
He looked at her, his eyes golden and honest, without a hint of the vicious red she would have seen before. He knew there was something very wrong with him. By rights, he should have been the monster she met in the woods last night. But he couldn't do it... he wanted this mortal. He knew that now.
Re: Gentleman Caller « Reply #7 on Oct 9, 2009, 8:37pm »
Lilith listened and watched him, slowly she began to feel a little braver, stronger. He wasn't going to hurt her. It was not why he had come. How she knew it, she wasn't sure but she knew it all the same. He took a step toward him and her eyes scrutinized him carefully. She wanted to know him too, she could feel her desire for him. And it was more than just the beauty of him that had captivated her last night. No her desire wasn't just physical. She wanted to know his everything. His personality, she wanted to know his secrets, the light and the dark that she knew was inside him. No one who was all dark could have played the violin like he had. Of that she was certain. That meant there was more to him than just the monster.
Wasn't his being here proof of that? But first she needed to know, and he would tell her or she would tell him to leave and never return. And he would promise her or she would never see him again.
"Tell me... " She started as she stepped closer still and looked up into his eyes. They were the most beautiful amber now. Not red like they had been last night. "Tell me Sanguini, what are your intentions here? You say you want to know me. That is all very well. But how exactly do you wish to know me. Am I to be a lab rat you wish to study from your pedestal of immortality. Am I to be an acquaintance you sometimes visit to look upon? Am I to be a friend to whom you confide, am I to be a lover. What is it you want of me?"
She looked up at him and her voice was firm in her question. She needed to know and she needed him to know that she needed it. She opened up her mind to him. She was not going to hide her feelings and thoughts from him. Because she needed him to understand what it was she wanted from him. How much she wanted to know him and be known by him. But that how it was to happen was more important to her than anything else on earth right now in this moment.
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Re: Gentleman Caller « Reply #8 on Oct 10, 2009, 10:18pm »
She took a step towards him, the wondrous scent of her flooding around him like a soft breeze carrying exotic fragrances. The pounding of her heart should have made him almost dizzy with blood lust, but while he knew he wanted to taste her blood, he also knew that a taste would be all it was. He could not bear the thought of losing such a woman from his life, and that half terrified him. A mortal had stolen Lord Fuilteach's sense, broken his killer instinct and now, from what he could tell, had also laid claim on his heart.
Vlad Dracul preserve him.
Her questions should have frightened him all the more. He knew this woman for less than twenty-four hours, and already he felt as if she had been a part of him all along.
He sighed heavily.
"My intentions? I hardly know myself," he confessed. "I am captivated by you, Lilith. I will do nothing that will repel you from me if I can prevent it, and from what you say, I realise that all but the last are unsavoury to you."
He stepped even closer, their bodies almost touching, and he shivered as he felt something almost akin to electricity passing up his spine while he was this close to her.
"I only want that which you are willing to give to me, my beautiful Lilith..." he said softly.
His hand extended and he stroked one of her wild curls back behind her shoulder. Soft, warm and so very alive... Her mind was open, but he held back. He did not wish to intrude.
"Are you giving me your permission to enter your mind?" he asked, his tone surprised.
Re: Gentleman Caller « Reply #9 on Oct 13, 2009, 11:52pm »
Lilith watched him, listened to his voice. It was almost musical, inhuman and beautiful as she looked on his incredibly smooth pale skin. It looked like marble in the moonlight and she had the sudden urge to run her fingers over it as she had the other night. She wanted to feel what he felt like. Was it cold like marble too. Was it hard, did it give when she pressed her fingers to it. All these thoughts were traveling around her mind. Along with so many others.
The strongest of which was an overwhelming realization that he was right. None of the forms of relationship she'd put before him would satisfy her bar the last one. She could tell even now that if he were to be a part of her life. She would never be happy with anything less than his love. For she knew in her heart already that the very same feeling was beginning to grow for him. God knew how it had gotten there. What seed had been planted without her realizing. But as she continued to watch him. Not saying anything for the longest time, she realized that she didn't really care how or why. Just that it was true and that if he wanted to be in her life, then she would have to become his life and him hers. Anything less and she could not be happy. She knew she couldn't.
She left her mind open for him, willing him to enter it. She wanted him to know how she felt but she could not bring herself to utter the words aloud. For they scared her in there ferocity and depth. She was quite sure she had never felt anything close to this before. "Yes" She whispered to his question about her letting him in. Her eyes locked on his. He was so close to her now that she could have reached out and touched him. But she didn't dare to. She was a Rosier and had been raised as a lady. She most certainly would not forget herself now. Even if she wanted to... so very badly.
She wanted to know everything about him. How old he was, how he had come to be, where was if from, when did he learn to play such beautiful music. And more importantly, was there more to him than the monster she saw last night? Her heart told her there had to be. No one who played like he had just done or who stood before her and promised not to hurt her or her family simply so he could get to know her could be all evil could he....?
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Re: Gentleman Caller « Reply #10 on Oct 15, 2009, 8:17pm »
She was still save for the caress of moonlight against her creamy pale skin, the gentle motion of her hair in the night breeze, and the quick darting of her eyes. It was such a beautiful sight that he was content merely to stand and watch her until the sun rose, and even if he was paralysed here until that moment, he would die having seen real beauty, beauty that was alive, breathing and not frozen and immortal like every other woman that had tried to lure him in the past.
Now Lilith Rosier was standing before him, he would willingly have cast off his immortality and embraced a single mortal lifetime with her if he could. He wanted her like this, this soft, tender, fragrant, luscious creature. He never wanted to see those blue eyes turn red with rage or hunger, nor to touch that flesh and feel it cold beneath his fingers.
Vlad Dracul preserve him, but he was in desperate trouble. The Pale Court would mock him. He would be outcast, shunned, ridiculed... but for Lilith, he knew he would risk a thousand greater hurts and harms.
Her single word of consent sent yet another shiver through him, and he placed cold hands on either side of her face, cradling her as gently as he could. He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers, and opened his mind to hers.
Seconds later, he wondered was this what mortals felt like when he rolled their minds to his will with his Voice, and was this what it felt like to be fed upon by a vampire. Their touch was as chaste as the circumstances allowed, but this was more electric, more sensual and far more peaceful than he had felt in an eternity. It was a curious blend... but with her, he felt as though a missing part of him had been found, and she fit him perfectly.
They needed no words now. Her mind echoed his, and he knew what it was she felt. He felt it too.
Her mind burned with curiosity, questions flew at him with every moment. He chuckled, and moved his head backwards slowly, breaking their connection with ease but not removing his hands.
"If there is good in me, it is for you," he whispered, smiling at her as he spoke. "I am the monster you saw, but you have seen my mind, Lilith. It is for you to judge whether or not you wish to condemn yourself to an existence with a creature who can only be with you at night, and worse, one who has blood on his hands. You bested the monster last night... you may yet tame him."
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