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Post by Alice Demming on Nov 11, 2007 17:04:19 GMT -5
Alice Demming fingered the light blue veins that protruded from her inner wrists. She had since stopped thinking about cutting them open to see why they obtruded so rudely. Her psychiatrist had filled her in on more than one detail: Alice Demming was a Blue Blood, a vampire. Funny how her parents had never mentioned this before.
Back in June, Alice had been walking Cooper and Bunny in Prospect Park when Cooper began to growl oddly and Bunny became skittish. Alice would turn around but no one would be there. It was later found out that a black Labrador had been following them. When Cooper and Bunny finally accepted the newcomer, it allowed Alice to pet it. When she did, she felt an odd itching on her arms. Looking down, she found she could see all her veins through her skin. But when she showed her father, he told her it was nothing, maybe a reaction to the dog’s fur. Though she tried, the Labrador wouldn’t come home with her; he had no tag either.
Her sixteenth birthday was to be the biggest party in Manhattan; it was planned by her sister Lily to try to poke Alice out of her shell. Though Alice is a strict vegetarian, they served fish, steak, chicken, duck, seafood, pasta, and several vegetarian dishes. As the small orchestra played, Alice absentmindedly took a piece of her brother’s steak off of his plate. Her family and close friends were shocked, as was she. She spit out the meat quickly and gasped. And she didn’t mean to bite Dennis Piers either. It just sort of happened.
“And for the main course, I’ll have the vegetarian lasagna, thank you,” she told the waiter as she closed the menu. It had been a while since she ordered something new. She turned to her familiar. “And you?”
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Post by Dennis Piers on Nov 19, 2007 23:10:51 GMT -5
Dennis sat restlessly in his polished wooden chair, manicured fingers tapping on the silk tablecloth. His eyes would slide around the room, rest on Alice for a few moments, then they would make their rounds again. He was far too protective of her, far too jealous. A waiter let his gaze linger at her, and Dennis' eyes narrowed instantly, making the far smaller man rush away and into the safety of the kitchen.
They all full well knew who he was, or rather the son of who he was. He didn't particularly like that, but respect was respect. He would outdo his father in reputation someday; he wouldn't be the son of George Piers then, he would be Dennis Piers, successful, rich, intelligent.
He smirked at the thought before once again returning his attention to Alice, her words bringing him out of his daydream.
"Oh...I'll have the Consommé Olga."
He nodded at the waiter, then turned to Alice, giving her his usual boyish, lop-sided smirk. Dennis knew he had to take it easy, he had to make sure she didn't find out....things would get awkward...right?
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Post by Alice Demming on Nov 21, 2007 12:41:45 GMT -5
Alice flinched inwardly at Dennis' choice of veal. This feeling slightly conflicted with her sudden desire for a taste of veal but she pushed it aside immediately. Instead, Alice put a kind smile on her face and watched him watch her. His eyes constantly wandered and she constantly resisted the urge to turn around and see who or what he was looking at, or searching for. But his eyes always made their way back to her and Alice didn't know what to make of that.
"So, ...how are you feeling?" How are you feeling? God, what kind of question is that? she asked herself. She just didn't know what to say to him. They had both agreed to the caerimonia osculor. His feelings for her though, she wasn't sure if they were from before the "kiss" or after, and that's what made it slightly weird. Alice didn't know what to do about it. Should she say something? Should she not? It'd be hard to avoid the entire subject. Alice wasn't the type to abuse her familiar either. She wasn't going to make him do anything he didn't want.
"Um, what have you been up to?" Alice played with the stem of her water glass before taking a sip. Placing it back onto the table, her middle finger absentmindedly traced the lip, producing a hollow, shrill sound.
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Post by Dennis Piers on Dec 7, 2007 23:32:57 GMT -5
While keeping an eye on her and waiting for their meal, he let his mind drift. Did he have these feelings for her before the caerimonia osculor? He couldn't remember. Maybe he'd been hiding his feelings even from himself, and the sacred kiss had brought them to the surface enough for him to acknowledge them. He blinked when hearing her question, bringing his mind back to the present,
"How am I feeling? More energetic than usual...I guess." This could be due to the fact that she hadn't fed off him for some time. Though, by Dennis terms, "some time" could be a day or two. At the thought of her lips pressing to his skin, her teeth puncturing, he felt his stomach give a pleasantly painful twist.
In order to distract himself, he dragged his gaze from hers and to the small beverage menu sitting in the middle of their table.
"Not much. Avoiding home...mother is crazy this time of year. And yourself?"
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Post by Alice Demming on Dec 23, 2007 14:02:33 GMT -5
He hadn't said much, but then again, Alice didn't know Dennis to say much ever anyway. His actions usually did it for him. She exhaled and tried to figure something from his expression. She didn't want to use the glom; she always felt like it was cheating. Of course, two years ago, or even last year, she wouldn't have thought so. But Alice was trying to change her behaviour; she was trying to become someone better, and for doing so, she resisted using her powers.
"Well, that's good." Alice had been feeling bad about taking a familiar for some time now, but when she had weak spells, she knew it was impossible to try to fight it. Instead, she had taken more than one familiar, but she had not let any of them know. She didn't want anything to happen between them. Alice was still trying to use sugar to keep her energy up instead of blood, but it only worked less than a third of the time now. She longed for the days when sugar and caffeine and alcohol has such an effect on her, but she had come to realise that it had never had any effect on her. It was just her mindset.
"I'm doing a lot of shopping. Getting ready for the holidays and stuff like that...oh and I'm still at a loss for my dress for the Ball." Inside her head, her eyes widened. She hadn't meant to bring that up. She didn't know how it would affect Dennis and she was just going to try to avoid the topic altogether. Inside her head, she sighed and was resigned to the fact that she had just put the thought out there.
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