A Former Love :: Relix/Zexy

[Relix]

Tourists will always say the sunset over Paris was remarkable. Locals loved the night life. Active. Lively. Dangerous. All that one such as Vincent needed. Vampire's rarely showed themselves out in the morning, not because of the legends relating to them bursting into flames due to overexposure to the sunlight. Mainly because it was easy to tell they were different in the light then the dark. Paris as of late was changing. Human with pale skin, dark hair, jewelry in their noses and multiple piercings made it easier for vampires to show themselves in public. They matched what tanner humans tagged pale skins as 'Gothic', if it was something that allowed them to come on in public then they'd run with it.

Thud. Then was followed by a audible sigh from the room connecting to the balcony. "We've been over this time and time again, Zack. Enter like a normal person. Being a vampire is no exception for you entering a building." Vincent spoke from the apartment's kitchen. "You should live a little, Vin. Have some fun." Zack replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets while entered the apartment from the balcony. "Who is to believe anyone who says a man can fly?" Smirk developing across the other male's face. "I am living a little." Tone dull in his reply, sighing softly as the male moved into the room with the other vampire. Zack shook his head lightly, "Dull as usual, why do I hang out with you?" Zack asked softly, moving to the leather couch. Plopping down quickly after, picking up the remote from the couch. The male flipped on the television, channel surfing beginning. 'Coming soon....' The voice over the T.V spoke, 'Arr, matey. Do ye wish to be a pirate?' Zack laughing softly, "Yar, matey. Does thee Vincent wish he be a pirate born again?" Zack spoke, cocking his head toward the male who resumed his artwork. "Not now, Zack. I'm busy." Vincent quickly replied, "Who is thee Zack you speak of?" The other male joked. "I am Zackery, the Terror of the West Sea." Zack spoke, standing up quickly.

Soon enough, Vincent felt his side being prodded by the remote. "I challenge ye to a duel. Winner take all." Zack smirked, poking him once more. "Zack." He replied, the side being poked three more time. "Does thee Terror of the North Sea forfeit without a fight?" A sigh parting the lips of the male, standing up slowly. Vincent turned to face the more cheerful male vampire, smirking softly. Twirling his paint brush around slowly, "On guard." Vincent laughed softly, beginning in a small trek around the apartment between the dueling males. Paint brush versus remote.

"God damn you, Vincent." Zack spoke harshly, "I planned to wear this shirt to the party tonight." The male continued as he stared at his newly colored red and white shirt. "You were the one to challenge me." Vincent spoke, sitting down back in front of the paint in progress. A content sigh passed the lips of Zack, "Don't you miss those days? Ever wish you could have it ba..." Zack stopped softly, "My apologies." The two were old. Real old. They met back in the days of piracy, "You know that subject already. What happened is what happened. You were there, just like I." Vincent replied softly. "You need to get out, man. I'm telling you. Get her off your mind." As quick as Vincent sat down, the male had kicked the stool at the other male. The stool quickly struck the man in the leg, taking out his legs quickly. Zack pushed himself up from the floor slowly, groaning. "Alright, I can see that I'm not welcome right now. I'll be around later." Zack spoke lightly, shaking himself off lightly. Pushing the stool back to the other male. Vincent sat down on the stool quickly. Placing the paint brush down next to the painting.

The day traveled on as planned. The male sat in front of the painting, attempting to finish it. What it was for the time was just a white board. First time in a long time where he had no thought of what he wanted to paint. Thud. "I see you are still at that painting... with nothing to show for it." Zack spoke as he entered the main room from the balcony. "I am, unfortunately." Vincent replied as he turned around to looked at the male. "When did you shave, Vin?" Zack asked softly, Vincent shrugged softly. Rubbing his chin patch, smirking softly. "Thought it was a time for a change." Zack laughed softly, Vincent grabbed the jacket from his couch. He had recently changed in order to fit in with the crowd that'd be at the party. "Why did you invite me in the first place?" He asked softly, "Because you need to get laid, bro." Vincent laughed softly in reply, "That can not happen, we are not the same." Zack nodded, "Ah, my brother, how you have been in the darkness for a while. Wrap it." Vincent laughed softly, "Those things don't work. Remember when they first came out?"

His answer was time has changed. When doesn't it? Vincent can still remember the piracy. The wars out on sea. Shaking his head softly, he needed not to think about it. "Here's the place. Supposed to have some weird techno band tonight." Walking past the security, Vincent soon found himself alone in the club. "I will kill you, Zack... you ass." He mumbled to himself, head down as he moved through the dancing crowd to the booths in the back of the bar. He'd sit until he spotted Zack. As the male expected, Zack had found himself in bringing over a few girls to sit with Vincent. Shaking his head lightly, "Well, how do you like these?" Zack smirked as the girls giggled, Vincent rolled his eyes. "Not as much as you my friend." Vincent spoke standing up, "I am headed home. This isn't me, brother." Vincent spoke, sidestepping the group of people around Zack. "Vincent..." Zack mumbled softly.

Vincent stepped out of the noise club quickly, his thoughts clearing immediately. Actually able to hear himself think always felt easier in the quiet, but, who isn't like that? Vincent lived deeper into the city of Paris, seemed to be where all the local Vampires lived or hung out at. Luckily, he wasn't all that well known in being around these parts. Most of them were new blood, either recently converted or ones going into their first fifty years. Wasn't hard to tell who had been around and who was still new. Tendencies were different. Young ones were more alive. Older ones, like Vincent, were cold.

Feeling the wind pick up at his back, the male turned around to see if anyone was following him. Wasn't that he was paranoid, just didn't like followers. Feeling his body collide with another, the male jerked his head around to see who it was. Snarling softly, he quickly noticed he had knocked down a young female. "My apologies, ma'am. Let me help you up." He spoke softly, helping her up from the ground. "That was rude of me, I should pay more attention." Picking up the bag from the ground that the lady had been carrying, glancing over the female closely. A strong urge to feed aroused. Fighting it back, Vincent nodded his head. "Farewell. I bid you a safe journey." The male spoke, though, it wasn't the way men spoke in this day and age. His thoughts were rattled, ever so worse now. How could it be that a female looked exactly like the woman he once knew ages ago? Knew wasn't the word he'd use, either. Loved.

Only possible way was if she survived... which he knew she hadn't. He killed her. Many, many, many years ago.

 

[ZexyDei]

" Aaliyah, Aaliyah, Aaliyah, Aaliyah, Aaliyah, Aaliyah, Aaliyah!" How many time could a person hear their name within a single breath? Actually no, the real question should have been how many times could a person actually say a long name in a rather excited manner within a single breath? If that person was Emily well...obviously a lot. " What is it Em?" A raven haired girl lay sprawled across a large water bed, yes water bed it was weird but not like she could do anything about it, her hour glass frame clothed in nothing but a orange tank top that popped nicely against her brown sugar skin, 36D bust comfortable and covered as well as a nicely rounded backside. Long black locks let lose around her body, slightly damp and waving up, clinging to her face, back, and hips, emerald green eyes focused on the novel in her hands. She was reading, or at least she had been reading, until a certain blond haired little vixen distracted her from her imagination, bringing her back into the world of reality, no matter how much she really didn't want to be there

" You've finished unpacking right?" The blondie made her way into the room, a bright smile across her tanned features as she gazed down at her friend. " Yeah..." " So you should go to this great party with me! Everyone from the group is going as well as a few of our hosts to say ' Welcome to Paris'. You are coming right?" " Um..." " Come on Aaliyah, please.." " I'm tired Em. Jet lag probably. I just want to lay down and go to sleep." In reality she wanted to do nothing more then lay here and read her book. Actually no, not even that. She wanted to go out and explore the streets of Paris on her own for a little while. Was it good for a little foreign girl to be out and about in an unknown city by herself? No, probably not. But her friends were interested in partying and a multitude of other things rather then sight seeing and the arts. If she had asked them to come they would have certainly laughed at her and tell her to lighten up. So Aaliyah decided to save herself the embarrassment and not ask at all.

" But Ali..." " I said no Emily. You go ahead and have fun ok?" It was obvious that the other girl was no longer as happy as she was when she came in. Her smile now replaced with a saddened pout. " But it won't be any fun if you aren't there." " Yes, yes it will be." Placing a book mark in between the pages of her book Aaliyah stood up, walking to her friend, wrapping her arms around her for a light embrace. " Now, I want you to go out and enjoy yourself. Just make sure you take the extra room key so I don't end up locking you out." It was silent for a full three minutes before the other girl spoke. Her tone filled with disappointment. " Are you su-" " If you ask me am I sure one more time I'm throwing you out of something." Out the door, and that would probably be it. Aaliyah loved her friend to much to let any real harm come to her or do any real harm to her. " Fine." Feeling the girls arms slip from around her the raven haired girl helped her friend to gather her things, sending her out the door a few minutes later. Finally. She was alone!

Aaliyah smiled as she watched her friend drive out of the hotel parking lot and onto the road, emerald eyes sparkling with joy. After a long day of waiting she would finally get to see the streets of Paris! Not from an aerial view, not from the window of a car, but by actually walking around an experiencing it. Of course, she felt a little bit dork for being this excited over a city but she couldn't help it. For some reason the girl had a serious love for art, music, culture...The older it was the better in her opinion. More things to study, more thing to learn about, old things were just...they were just so much better. And living in America there weren't to many things that were really old. After all it was one of the younger countries of the world and as a result did not have a lot of old culture to study.

Stripping herself of the tank top she wore the girl rushed her way to the closet, grabbing a random combination of clothes and putting it on. A pair of tight blue jeans and a dusty gray corset with black lace. It wasn't to bad, not her best random choice ever but not like she was getting dressed to go out on a date or head out for dinner. She was simply doing a little sight seeing and getting to know her way around the area. After all, she would be here for the next three months. Actually, she and the other twenty four students of the Hampton University drama club would be here for the next three months visiting another college group. They had raised the money for the trip though multiple fundraisers and a little help from the school and as soon as they had all the money they needed the leader of the club immediately purchased the tickets. Finally, after a few months of waiting they were able to head out to the airport earlier this morning and arrived here in Paris no more then three hours ago. Some of the students dropped their things on their friends and went to go find the nearest clubs immediately, others went to their room to unpack then left, and then there were the people that just went to their rooms and went straight to sleep.

Grabbing her purse and her jacket Aaliyah headed out of the room, locking the door behind her before quickly making her way down the halls. She was excited and she probably needed to calm down before she tripped and fell over something. Then again she would probably do that anyway, excited or not. Even though the girl looked as if she would be some what graceful she really wasn't. She was the type of person that managed to trip walking up the stairs and down the stairs. The type of person that could fall over while standing up. To her friends, both male and female, they thought it was the cutest thing ever and loved her for it. And apparently seeing her on the ground, getting ready to cry because of a scrape on her knee or her leg turned some of the guys in her group on quite a bit. It was a little disturbing. Ok no, scratch that, it was a lot disturbing. But that aside she found her little trait completely undesirable and thought it to be the most embarrassing thing ever. She couldn't understand how she worked as a waitress for three years in high school without ever dropping a plate or tray. Then again that felt completely natural for some reason. She was comfortable doing it like she had done it a thousand times before or something.

Of course as soon as she walked out into the open city air she could feel her body begin to shake with anticipation, with want. She knew she had wanted to get out and see the city but she wasn't quite sure why she was this excited. Like she had been here before and was visiting after a long time. Funny thing was she had never been to Paris or any where over seas for that matter. Maybe she was going to have a fateful encounter here or something. As weird as it may have sounded she was the kind of girl that believed in fate, love at first sight, reincarnation, spirits, that everything not matter how big or small happened for a reason...If it was out there she probably believed in it, as long as it wasn't to far fetched. She had been raised in a house where an open mind was needed and nothing else was excepted. And as much as the thought it was weird when she eventually grew out of that mind set and learned to accept things and think of things in a different light. Of course, because of this she was thought to be some what of a little loony among the people that didn't know her that well but she could honestly care less what they thought of her. What anyone thought of her for that matter.

As much as she hated to do the typical girl thing when first arriving to the city Aaliyah couldn't help herself. She went shopping. Not for clothes, shoes, or jewelry mind you but for different things. Beautiful fabrics and threads, a couple of sketch books and colored pencils, some really old books, and other things of the odd nature. She wanted to spend her time looking around but if anything she had certainly learned her way around a few of the little shopping districts during her few hours out and she had no problem with that. If anything she would have something to show her buddies tomorrow. Or well, those that actually wanted to go with her and had nothing better to do with their time.

" This probably isn't the safest thing ever." Aaliyah murmured to herself as she walked, her eyes focused on the book down in her hands rather then the semi busy side walk in front of her. Not like this was something she had done before, actually this was how she spent her time making her way though the busy halls of school in between class periods. Swaying a bit to the side as the wind blew she held her book tightly, trying to keep the pages from flying all over the place, only to drop the book a few moments later. She ran into something, something cold and hard actually. She hadn't seen any wall there. Looking up she blinked, she hadn't walked into a wall. She had walked into a man. A very gorgeous man but a man none the less. Snapping out of her dazed state she stood up, rubbing her back side a bit with a frown. " It's alright no need to apologize. I wasn't paying attention to were I was going so it probably wasn't your fault at all." She couldn't help but to smile as her bag was brought back into possession, quickly making sure all of her things were inside of it. " Like I said, my fault. It's alright.." Even though she was speaking to him she was still doing an item check. She would be really angry if she couldn't find anything that she had paid for today.

Her eyes gazed away from her bag for a brief moment at his good bye. That sounded really...familiar but she couldn't put her finger on where she had heard it before. From a movie maybe? " And I you. For I imagine your journey is much more treacherous then my own." And where the hell did that come from. Did she read a pirate novel or something while on the plain and not remember it? It was possible. Deciding that she had everything she shoved her hands into her back pocket, watching as the man made his way down the road, her hand gently rubbing her arm. Even though they had only touched for a brief moment it felt really...nice.

 

[Relix]

A great urge wanted him to peak over his shoulder. See if she is still looking, see if she was still standing there. "Vin! Vin!" A male voice yelled from the club, halting slowly. Vincent let out a small sigh, "Just can't get any better... can it?" Turning around slowly, the male picked up speed a tad to get back to the club. He knew the yell, it was when Zack got into some trouble and needed help. Well, technically, he didn't need any help because he was a vampire, Zack just called to make the fighting more even. Vincent now-a-day turned down fighting. Likely to lead the wrong people on a trail that led to their demise. Walking past the female once more, Vincent turned his head slightly. Giving her a small nod, before a smile. "Vincent. Help. Vincent. Help." Zack repeated up until the point that Vincent actually arrived.

"May I ask what the troubles are?" Vincent chimed in softly. Three rather large, for the crowd that was in there, men surrounded Zack. "Who the hell are you, homo? Take your happy ass back home, dick." Vincent nodded softly. "Homo. Dick. Ah, yes, no. Neither are my name. I am Vincent, pleasure to meet you." Giving them a slight bow before smirking. "Dude, just let me go. You don't want any trouble." Zack spoke, with his usual cocky tone. Shit... here we go. Vincent thought to himself, "Pardon my rudeness, he will be leaving. He apologizes for whatever he must have done and will be headed home immediately. He's had one too many drinks in him and gets all chatty after a while. So, if you excuse us, we will be on our way." One of the three men snarled, "He will be going no where, mind your own damn business." Nodding softly, "Vincent. Help." Zack pleaded once more. A sigh escaping the lips of the male outside the group of men. "You are a big ass trouble maker, aren't you Zack?" Vincent asked softly, placing his hand on the man's shoulder. "Listen here, friend. You will leave him alone. If not, the few following days will be spent in a hospital as doctors spent time trying to fix your torn ligament in your left shoulder." Applying pressure softly, Vincent watched as the man's face turned into pain. "All right, all right. Fuck. Just stop." The man pleaded, rotating his shoulder a few times after Vincent's grip was removed. "Next time, bud. It won't be so easy." Another threatened, "No, it won't." Vincent replied.

Coughing softly, "Let me guess, you kissed the bigger of the three's girlfriend then mouthed off to him after she told?" Vincent asked, pausing for a second as they began to walk toward Vin's apartment. Vincent's glare shifted momentarily as the female from before passed. He could sense Zack was about to say something, usually always does. "Well, hello there. Someone is looking rather beautiful tonight. I'm Zack," The male began as he started walking besides the female. Shaking his head softly, "Zack. Wrong way." Vincent spoke. "Yeah, yeah, shut up Vin. Pretty girl, come on. Don't cock block." Shaking his head softly, the male smirked. "See that right there. Cock blocked yourself. Let the young lady continue with the rest of her night. She's new to town, don't want her to mix up with the wrong people as soon as she's gotten here." Vincent spoke softly, his pal sighing softly as he turned around to catch up with the other male. "Did you see the chest on her?" Zack spoke, rather loudly at that. "My god.. what I'd do to those." "Manners. Watch your manners. She's still right there." Vincent replied. Though Zack was one to express his hormones, Vincent felt a rather deep passion to sink his teeth into that girl. "My apologies, ma'am. My friend is just a pervert when he's had one too many drinks." Vincent spoke as he turned around, "Enjoy your stay in Paris."

The smell of that fine, attractive young woman bounced around the two males even as they walked nearly a block away from where they had passed her. The two had been quiet. Mainly because they were soaking in the scent. It was rich. To Zack, it was something different. Vincent... familiar. "I know her from somewhere, Zack." Vincent spoke, breaking the silence. Zack laughed, "Of course you do. I know your ploy, Vin. You want her for yourself, but, I will arise to your challenge and sweep her off her feet. You weren't the only smooth talker back in the day." Ah, yes... back in the day. "That was ages ago, Zack. Why must you constantly bring up the past? Still living in it?" Zack shook his head no, "Not I. You." As quickly as conversation was brought up, it was stopped. Zack was right. Vincent lived in the past, there wasn't much to look forward to in the present.

That night creeped by slowly, thoughts filled of the memory of his old love. They looked the same. Exactly the same. Who was this person? Vincent hadn't slept in days, so, it wasn't like he was missing out on anything important. He just sat there staring at the empty board he wanted to pain on. Every once in a while, the male would sigh. Thoughts filled with his life on the sea. The days spent together on deserted islands with the girl from his past. Why did it haunt him so much? Was it because he killed her? He didn't kill her off of being betrayed.. he was ordered to. High power then even his own. He ruled the north and south sea. Vincent shook his head softly, "Getting lost once again.." He murmured softly, paint brush in hand. Moving the tip of the brush to the surface, his arm slowly beginning to paint. Of what? He didn't know at the moment. He was just painting, inspiration finally struck him.

The morning was quickly turned foul. "God damnit!" The male yelled from inside of his apartment, throwing the painting out of his apartment, over his balcony. The painting breaking into several large pieces, over the night he painted his former love. Standing on the balcony, the male leaned against the railing. Visible frustrated in letting his mind wander and draw her once again. Looking down at the people staring up at him, some cursing at him for nearly hitting them with his painting. Breathing in deeply, the scent from the past night fluttering around his nostrils. How if she was down there and noticed the picture how creepy it'd be. His eyes bounced around the people bending over looking at the painting, attempting to find the girl with this unique scent. Glaring at those staring up at him, the eyes looked away; intimidated.

Walking back into his room, the male shut the doors to the balcony, locking them shortly after. Grabbing his jacket off the back of the couch, Vincent moved to the door. Grabbing the single key to his room, the male locked the door behind himself. "I need more paint... and a new surface.." He mumbled to himself softly as he moved to the elevator. Greeted by a rather large commotion, were people still looking at his painting? Pulling the hood over his head, hiding his face so no one would notice him. Yet again, the male bumped into a person on his way out. "My apologies." He spoke from under his hood, looking up softly. It was some other person who lived in the same apartment. Stepping out of the door, the male looked up to see everyone still gathering around his art. Some taking pictures.

"Him!" A voice shouted as he turned out of the apartment. "Fuck..." He muttered softly, a few people rushed over to him. "Why did you throw something so good like this out?!" A female questioned, "Wasn't good enough." He replied simply, "So, you just simply threw it out? Almost killing someone." "I was frustrated. I didn't assume people would be out this early, now, I'm late. May I leave?" Vincent questioned softly, "Ah! There he is!" Zack yelled from the crowd, "The man of the morning! The man who painted that painting! Right there!" Zack smirked softly, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. "We must leave.. she is somewhere around here. I can smell her." Vincent whispered softly, "What are you talking about? You only drew the person from your past."

"Yes... but, she looks exactly like the girl from last night." Vincent replied, "Are you sure?" Zazk questioned softly, "Where is she?" He questioned once more, "Will the girl from last night please step forward. Medium height, ravenish colored hair. Very pretty." Zack smirked softly, "She's not aro...." The words choked in his mouth, the scent becoming more apparent to the other male. "I will kill you..." Vincent whispered, shaking off his arm. "Dude... I didn't believe you.." Zack replied, watching the male quickly begin moving away from teh scene his painting created and now what Zack created. "Amazing way to start off the day.." Vincent muttered as he turned the corner. The scent seemingly growing stronger.

 

[ZexyDei]

'Come on Aaliyah move...move! Or at least stop staring...' As much as she wanted to do the things she was telling herself in her mind she couldn't, she didn't want to. The girl stood in the same spot she did a moment ago, her eyes fixed on the man now a few feet in front of her and she couldn't understand why. Maybe it was his eyes or something she was dying to get another look at. They were so pretty and yet,,,they had such a sad and lonely look to them. No, no, she must have been wrong there. There was no way in the world a man such as himself could have been alone. He was attractive and seemed to be a true gentleman, a rare find now a days. And she could have been going out on a limb and guessing things but he seemed like someone who was kind hearted. Or maybe she was just looking way to far into this entire thing...Yeah, that was it. Either way, he couldn't have been single, it was an impossibility, he seemed like the kind of guy who could probably grab any girl from off the street without even trying.

Closing her eyes and shaking her head for just a moment in an attempt to get her head straight the girl looked up again, only to find the male gone. Now that was weird...Just where had he run off to? ' Why do you care...' It wasn't as if she knew the person or had met the person before. She had no ties with him what so ever and as a result shouldn't have been thinking weird thoughts like where he had possibly gone. Though...even if she knew she hadn't met him before looking at him, hearing his voice, it felt like she had done it all before. Looking at the eyes that made her freeze up and fear but melted her down to the core. Damn it! Why in the world was she thinking like such a hopeless romantic? It made no sense, she was making no sense. It didn't matter how beautiful a guy ever was, she never stood and stared at him, thinking odd thoughts, wondering if he had a girl friend or not. Most of the time she could care less about all those things and considered the guy nothing then another one of her, and normally Emily's, 'pin up boy' phases. Pretty boys that could always be seen, but never touched.

It was better if she just forgot about it and tried to force him out of her head. Placing her book inside her bag the girl decided to she would just turn in earlier then expected and skip dinner, just eating a big breakfast to make up for it. Looking around one finial time the girl turned around on her heels, making her way back to the hotel. As much as she would have loved to go inside and go to sleep she was going to end up waiting for Emily to get back so she could blab everything to her. The girl would probably ask her a thousand questions. What did he look like, how did he rate on a scale of one to ten, did he have friends, what was his name, things of that nature...And as usual Aaliyah would be able to answer none of those questions because she didn't know. " I guess I probably should have asked for a name.." Why though? It would have been useless, not like she would see him again. And of course it was while she thought this that she walked by him, the smell of alcohol heavy in the air . Though she assumed that the smell was from the other man that was with him, the other man that had quickly unattached from his side and quickly made his way to hers. And of course he was hitting on her, a little drunk but hitting on her none the less. " Hi..." she said, obviously uncomfortable, how could she not be? As much as she probably should have been listening to the drunken guy in front of her she couldn't, she was to fixated on the mystery man again to even really hear what they were saying. That was until he opened his mouth to speak, then she was immediately paying attention but heard something rather odd. How did he know that she was new to town? As far as she knew she had met the all members of the theater group here a couple hours ago and none were missing which meant no one but them should have known she was a new arrival to the city.

" Wait, how do you-" but it was then that she heard Zack's comment on her chest, a heavy blush now on her light cheeks. If she could have covered herself she would have but unfortunately her hands were a little on the full side. She couldn't believe him! Even if he had nothing rude about her body he still should have waiting until she was out of sight before making a comment like that about her. But then it got her thinking. Her chest wasn't really that big was it? Great, now she was feeling self conscious. Looking back once more at the source of the velvet like voice she couldn't help but to smile nervously. " It's alight. That's understandable. It happens after all." Her voice was soft, eyes averted to the ground as she slowly walked forward what in the world was the matter with her? She really needed to get back to the hotel and get to sleep, maybe then she could get these butterflies to stop fluttering around in her stomach.

It probably took another thirty minutes before Aaliyah had made it back to the hotel, tired and a little out of it. Opening the door to the apartment she was surprised to see Emily already there, sitting in one of the chairs by the door, an angry look in her eyes. " Going to sleep hm?" " Ok so I lied. How was the party? I'm surprised it's over so early." Immediately the girls eyes went from mock anger to excitement, like a child who had been given a sweet treat. " It was amazing! It's not over yet but some guys started fighting over Maria and I decided to leave after that." Her smile never changing Emily wrapped her arms around her friend for a tight hug, dragging her over to the bed area to take a seat. " So what about you, how was your shopping time out? Meet anyone, get anything nice, do anything exciting?" Sure she was a bit nosy but as Aaliyah's best friend that was in her job description. She was suppose to know everything going on with the girl, good or bad.

" Well you see..." Aaliyah brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes wondering around the room, her mind digging for the words to explain exactly what she had done, who she had seen. " There was this guy that I saw and....He was so...And well.." " Complete sentences please! Don't tell me he did anything bad. Did he touch you or talk to you in a way you didn't like? Just tell me and I'll go kick his ass for you." Sad thing was Emily had done this on a number of occasions for the raven haired girl. Best part was none of those guys ever messed with the woman again. " No! No, thats the last thing I want! It was just..He was so..I don't know how to explain him. He is indescribable almost. He's really handsome and nice...Kept his friend from hitting on me." " So there was a pervert involved?" " Yes but thats not the point here. Even though I only saw him for a few minutes it was kinda of amazing." Not that she knew why and she wished she did. If she knew then maybe, just maybe she could stop feeling this way and get her mind out of the gutter. " But I'll probably never see him again." Standing up with a frown Aaliyah removed her clothes and slipped her tank top back on, placing her shopping bags on the floor and looking over at her friend. " All I want to do is go to bed and get him out of my head." " Alright Ali. Night." " Night."

At six o clock on the dot Aaliyah's eyes opened, looking around the dark room in confusion. Where was she again? Oh yeah, Paris. It was weird not waking up in her own room like she usually did. Sitting up she stretched out, removing her tank top and grabbing a red and white one from the drawer along with a pair of jogging shorts to match. Emily was already up and about on her side of the room, wearing the same thing only in blue. Every morning at six a.m the two got up and went for a jog together. It was fun and when they were finished they could always pig out on breakfast, go to their room to take a shower, and then start the day off feeling awake and alive. Reaching down into her purse she grabbed her credit card, the room key, and a bottle of water. Shoving the two smaller items into her bra she placed the water bottle into Emily's backpack, zipping it up and handing it to the girl. " Where are we going for breakfast anyway?" The blue eyed girl asked, putting her bag on her back and heading out the door with her friend. " I dunno, how about we actually work out a little first before thinking about food?"

Jogging through Paris was kinda weird...It wasn't like America where there weren't that many people out this time of the morning so the streets were more or less clear. But it wasn't two crowded, not that many people none the less and the ones they did run across were some what nice and actually awake. But as time began to pass and two hours went by more and more people began to come out of their homes. But that was weird was a group of people in front of a certain apartment complex. " What do you think that's about?" They were obviously crowded over or around something. " I dunno, lemme go see." With that Emily made her way over to the small crowd to see what all the fuss was about. It was just a painting a really good painting but...Wait..That looked just like Aaliyah, just in different clothing, older clothing. " What the hell...Hey, Ali come here!"

Wondering what her friend had found she listened making her way past a few people, looking down on that picture on the ground. It was her...But no, it couldn't have been her that would have been a little creepy. " Who painted this?" she murmured, looking up at the crowd. They all seemed as excited as she was except for one person. The guy she had met last night, the other one anyway. Zack. And it was as soon as a name came to mind that he started describing her. What for though? " I'm surprised you actually remember anything last night, you seemed drunk enough to hit on me so I thought you would have a hang over by now." She said a little louder for the other male to hear, making her way in front of him. " Who drew this exactly?"

 

[Relix]

"Ah! There you are." Zack spoke excitedly, "You see, I have a keen memory. Even while under the influence." Smirking softly, "But yes, the one who should be under question isn't me. He is right..." Pausing for a second while he scanned the view of his friend. Taking in a deep breath, finding Vincent's scent. "Ah, yes.. turning the corner." The male spoke, pointing to the back of the man's jacket. "Come on. Lets go introduce ourselves." Zack smiled softly, picking up the pace to catch up with his friend. "Hey yo, Vin! Wait up!" He called as he turned the corner. Shaking his head softly, Vincent stopped dead in his tracks. Hoping they'd catch up just a little faster. Confronted or not, the male didn't know what to say about the painting. His mind blacked out while his body painted the picture. Turning his head slightly, Vincent acknowledge the other female as he turned around to face them. "Yes, that is the person who drew that painting. Vincent does that kind of stuff." Smirking at Vincent softly, "Come on Vincent. Introduce yourself. You weren't so keen on doing so last night. Very rude of you."

Vincent shook his head softly, "Oh, I was rude? Coming from the one who attempted to pick her up after coming out of the bar." "I'm just playing around, man.. chill." Zack replied, "But seriously. She's wondering why you drew that painting. Kind of creepy if you ask me." What was Vincent to say? 'Oh, yeah, I remember you from ages ago when I had to kill you.' Not necessarily the best thing to say to a stranger. "Look. I apologize, seems horribly creepy that you show up on a painting of mine when we bumped into each other last night." Pausing for a moment, trying to find a different way of saying what actually happened. "I spaced out last night with the T.V on. Shortly after I began to draw, not knowing what I actually drew until this morning. When I took a look it was your face in late pirate clothing." Vincent moving his right hand to the back of his neck, rubbing softly as he paused. "Must've spaced out while this pirate commercial was on and placed your face on the body of a female pirate." Vincent hoped this little tale would fly past her, make her believe that he wasn't some creepy stalker guy. "But yes, I must be going. I.. uh.. have some errands to run."

Zack smirked, "I'll come with! We have to talk about what happened last night anyways." Vincent's glare fixed upon the other vampire. What exactly was he trying to do? "See ya around, cutie." Zack spoke, giving her a wink before moving toward Vincent. Turning him around so they could start heading where ever Vincent was headed. "She's a hot one. I was beginning to think you were turning homosexual on me, Vin. Pick a very, very cute one." Vincent shook off his words, "She looks like Victoria." His words whispered to the other male, in hopes of the loud mouth to not say anything to get her suspicious. "Ha! Victoria! Never!" Well, one can hope. "Dude, don't get me wrong. What you and Victoria had was special." Pausing for a second to fight back a laugh, "but, face it. She's gone and.." Turning back to wave at the female, "She looks nothing like Victoria. So, quit worrying and actually get laid for once." Vincent was subtle about his compliments and sayings that should be kept on the down low. Zack, on the other hand, didn't care what he said near anyone. He'd just say it. "You do realize she is still about 5 feet from us and quite possibly can hear all that you are saying." Receiving all but a laugh from the other male. "Your point? She has a very seductive body. I'd assume she'd like to hear such words so she'd feel good knowing foreign men want to get her in bed." "You are such a Casanova, aren't you?" Shaking his head once more, "How could anyone resist your charm?" "Ah, how I love your sarcasm, brother."

How awkward Zack turned conversation astounded Vincent, this male could go from talking about the simplest of conversation with opposite sex then he'll say a remark about how they'd look in nothing on his bed. "Vincent, what is wrong, my friend? You seem white." Followed by a rapid amount of laughter. "White. Pale. Skin. Ha. Ha." Vincent spoke with a dull tone, "Cheer up. I'm just trying to be funny. Are you seriously that mad over what happened this morning?" "Zack. I didn't know what happened. I woke up out of nowhere from whatever this morning to a painting of Victoria... except with similar facial features to the female from last night. Please, tell me how I am supposed to feel?" "Do you want me to answer that seriously or in my joking way?" Sighing loudly, "You are only jokes, Zack. Why?" Patting Vincent on the back, "Because, life is a funny thing. We have to live. Not sulk. And truthfully, just talk to her. I bet you she's different then Victoria." Grumbling softly, Vincent turned left on the block his apartment was located. "Seems like someone stole your picture. Bet we'll see it in a Museum soon." Zack joked, nudging Vincent's side a few times. "Most likely. We'll have to keep an eye out. Then you can go ahead and steal it then burn it." Vincent replied softly. "Alright man, quit being so down. I'm gonna go check out whats happening tonight then I'll be back. Hopefully you won't be so dead inside." Queue another laugh from the male. "Indeed."

The question of who she was fluttered about in his head. Was it possible she was just some girl who just so happened to look like her or was it her? "No, can't be. There's no possible way. Not even us, vampires, believe in reincarnation." Vincent spoke to himself quietly as he head hung down. Eyes staring down at his boots as they stepped over the cracks in the sidewalk. Chatting, laughing, music. Anything loud filled the air around this time of day, almost early evening. Usually when all the bands came out. Vincent had been walking around for the past hour by himself. Usually found it more peaceful when Zack wasn't around, but, didn't hate his company. Zack and Vincent knew each other way back in the pirate ages. Foes turned Allies. Classic story. Zack invaded his territory, for the price of losing all his men. Zack questioned the idea of Vincent being immortal, taking it upon himself to rage war against him. How he was shocked to find Vincent was the same as him. Which lead those two to her; Victoria. Goddess in her human form. Not a day went by that Vincent regretted not turning her. Such was a price to pay, she wasn't meant to be immortal.

Shaken violently from his usually day dream, "Snap out of it. I found what we are going to do tonight." Zack said excitedly, smiling ever so brightly. "Which is?" "We are going to find that girl and take her out on a trip around Paris! Vampire style." Laughing softly, "I kid, I kid. No, but, yeah. We should definitely go out again tonight. Never know who you might meet." Smirking softly, "What did you do?" Vincent asked, cocking his brow sightly. "I did nothing, believe me. I'm just saying, I promise. I won't embarrass you either. I know you don't enjoy my company as of late but atleast its better then hanging out with the other vampires." Vincent's hair on the back of his neck stood at the mention. "As I recall, that short one... Rebecca, I think.. had a crush on you." Zack teased, "She wants to suck your blood." His tone changing to a movie style vampire voice. "Please.. don't remind me." Vincent spoke harshly. "You just can't be teased.. can you?" "My funny bone broke ages ago, sorry." Sighing softly, Zack shook his head softly. "Yes, you need to get some. Badly."

The two now reunited again for the night, Vincent felt suspicious that his friend had something planned. "Oh, hey, wave!" Zack shouted, waving at some random group of people. Shockingly getting a wave back from one in the back. "How can you be so calm? You realize you show your teeth way too much, right?" Vincent questioned, "I do, but, no one says a damn thing about it." Stopping immediately, Zack took a deep inhale. "Ahhh. Do you smell it? She is around." Grinning, Zack nabbed a red rose from the flower cart near by. "Watch how the master does it." He mentioned to Vincent before turning the corner. Finding the female from this morning across the street. Rushing over quickly, the male bowed. "Greetings, my dear." Zack spoke as he bowed before her, extending the rose to her. "My apologies for not introducing myself before. I am Zackery, but, you shall call me Zack. My friend and I would like to invite you.." Pausing for a second, "and a few of yours friends for a night out on the town." Grinning as Vincent walked up behind him. "Alas, this here is Vincent. He's a shy one but he'll come out eventually." Zack teased, "What do you say, dear?" Zack's eyes staring at the female, smile bold and confident.

"Come now, Vincent. Talk. I'm sure they find you as creepy as I do when you aren't as talkative." Rolling his eyes softly, removing his hands from his pockets. "Zack, please, we shouldn't bother people who are still new to the city. Very rude to be all inviting when they don't know their way around. For all they know, we could be serial killers looking for our next victim.. or possibly victims." Zack laughed softly, "But we aren't. So, they have nothing to fear. Wouldn't it be wise to go with people who know their way around then not? Wouldn't you say?" Shaking his head softly, "I do say you are correct, friend." "Of course I am, brother!" Smiling softly, "Now, shall we?" Zack asked softly, "But please, before you get to thinking. I call him brother because we practically grew up together. He and I are no way related." "Indeed." Vincent replied, his eyes moving across the group of people to the raven haired girl from early. Giving her a slight nod before looking back to Zack. "So! Where shall we go? Clubs? Eating? You all decide, we shall show you where."

 

[ZexyDei]

Was he expecting her to come this way? From what he had said it was almost as if he knew she was coming his was. Maybe he was...No, that was ridiculous, it was pure coincidence that she ran into him again, that was all. Then again he had called her out from the crowd by describing her. Just another coincidence maybe? Even though he said he wasn't the one that she should have been questioning she still did have a few things that she did want to ask him but something told her that right now she wouldn't get the change. " Hey, wait for me!" coming out of her thoughts she followed behind the other male quickly, once the hooded male was in sight she stopped in her tracks. She didn't know why she was so nervous all of a sudden, or the previous time, when she encountered the pale man, Vincent as his friend had called him. He was attractive yes, there was no doubting that, but that was no reason for her to feel so...odd. It could have also had something to do with the fact that she felt as if she met him before. Not last night, but before that. But that wasn't possible, she would have remembered a face like his if they had met previously.

Crossing her arms over her chest she watched as the two men went back and forth for a brief moment, a chuckle escaping her. They both had valid points, though if she had to pick who she thought was rudest she would probably pick Zack. Then again she called any and every man that tried to pick her up from a bar rude. Not to mention the fact that he had commented on her chest rather loudly. He couldn't wait until he was at least another twenty good feet away to do such a thing? His few words made her want to cover herself for the rest of the night. Listening as Vincent spoke she couldn't help but to smile. He seemed so nervous, it was cute. Normally if any other male seemed the least bit nervous while talking to her she would have snapped at them to just spit it out and stop thinking so much about what they had to say. Obviously it was a bit different this time. " It's ok. Creepy yes but in its own flattering kinda way..." She wanted to say romantic but that would have seemed just a little weird. But hell, the entire situation was weird. After all, it wasn't every morning that a girl went on a jog and found a picture of herself in pieces on the side walk.

Letting out a sigh Aaliyah shook her head, her hands going into the back pockets of her jogging pants now. Well this had been one really weird way to start off her day. She had been slightly creeped out and still didn't have any of the questions she wanted to ask answered. Like for example, how the Vincent knew that she was new to town. She was pretty sure it was easy to tell that she wasn't from here but it shouldn't have occurred to anyone on the spot that she was new to town. Unless of course the two of them were stalker guys. Boy was that a scary thought. " Just stop thinking about it Ali, no one is stalking you." Or at least she hoped so anyway. Shaking her head to get out of her thoughts the girl looked around for Emily, catching one of the last things Vincent said, her face turning red once more. What kind of man thought any woman would feel good about themselves knowing foreign men wanted to get in bed with them? Well ok there were some who would be flattered by the news, glad to know they had some sort of charm and beauty. She on the other hand would sooner bite glass then feel good about herself because some man wanted to go to bed with her just because of her looks. If a man wanted to have sex with her it should have been because he liked all of her, not just her appearance.

" Ali!" The girl turned her head as she heard her name, looking back to see Emily quickly approaching. " Who was that guy you were with? Is he the one you were talking about last night?" As much as she wanted to say hell no to that she didn't, that would have been rude. But hey, she didn't really have a things for perverts and so far that was the only category she could really put Zack in. If they met again and he acted differently, or at least kept his thoughts to himself, then she would probably change that. " No not exactly." " Aw...Will get I get to see him eventually?" That was a good question. As much as Aaliyah wanted to say probably not something in her gut told her this wouldn't be the last time she was Vincent or his perverted friend. If anything she would be seeing a lot more of them during her stay in Paris. Even though she got an odd case of butterflies in her stomach when she saw the pale skinned male she actually wanted to see him again. It was a little odd but she didn't care. " Yeah, maybe. I have no idea when but maybe." " Alright, I can accept that. Ready to continue our jog?" As much as she wanted to do nothing more then go back inside of the hotel and rest the raven haired girl said yes anyway, not wanting to disappoint her friend.

It probably took an hour or two before the two ended up back in their apartment, Emily heading straight for the shower while Aaliyah plopped down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling fan. So her first day in the city, or first morning anyway, had been a little more eventful then she had panned it to be. All she wanted to do was take a jog with Emily and find some place that made really good strawberry and whipped cream crêpes. Hell they were in Paris, it shouldn't have been that hard. But instead she found picture that had been painted to look just like her and met up with the guy she bumped into last night who said he had done it on accident. As much as she would have loved to believe the excuse he gave her for some reason she just couldn't. Even though he said he had put her face on a female pirate that he saw on a commercial there was something on the woman's body in the picture that lead her to believe otherwise. On her body there was a very small star shaped birth mark right above the V line of her chest that was there on the picture as well. He wasn't drawing something he had seen in a commercial, he was drawing her. Or at the very least some one that looked a lot like her. Either options were possible. No matter what it was it was still creepy but still flattering. After all, what girl wouldn't love to see themselves painted in a picture?

" You in the mood for going out tonight?" Aaliyah looked back as Emily stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tightly around her peach frame and a cell phone in hand. When did she get a hold of that? " Depends, where would be we going?" " Well..." Taking a seat beside her green eyed friend Emily poked slowly at the other girls belly button, smiling as the girl twitched and giggled as a response. " Katie and Mary said they want to go look around the town a bit. Get some food, meet some boys, fool around a bit with said boys. You up for any of that?" " Yeah...everything except for those last two parts." " You and your damn 'wait until marriage' thing. I swear you need to get laid once just to see how it feels. With boobs like yours I'm sure you have more then one guy willing to do you." " Shut up!" Aaliyah reached over, obviously a little flustered as she grabbed a pillow and smacked her friend in the face with it. If there was one thing her friends constantly reminded her of and told her that she needed to change was the fact that she was a virgin and that she didn't really want to have sex until she could the right person. Yes her friends found it weird but she found nothing at all wrong with it. She had always felt like there was one specific person that was going to take her virginity. She didn't know who he was but she'd find him soon or later.

" Well are you up to it?" " I guess. It would be better then staying inside all night." Grabbing her towel and a change of clothes the girl headed into the bathroom, getting all of the sweat and dirt from off her body. She would go out tonight and try to have a good time, getting her mind off of Vincent though she would have loved to figure out why she thought about him in the first place. It wasn't love at first sight. Did she believe in such a thing? Yes, it was how and why her parents got together. But she didn't believe that was what was going on now with her. Maybe because she thought there was something...something off about him and Zak. Something that just didn't seem right. It was something she probably shouldn't have worried about anyway. Hopping out about twenty minutes later the girl dried herself quickly, quickly blow drying her hair before straightening it out. Throwing on a white short sleeved button up blouse and a pair of tight blue jeans she made her way out of the bathroom, throwing her things in the dirty clothes hamper before grabbing her purse and slipping on a pair of red baby doll heels, looking back at Emily. " Ready to go?" " Yep!" the other girl happily replied, taking her hand and dragging her out the door. She loved Emily with all of her heart but some times wondered if the girl needed downers or not. Sad but true. But with Emily's rushing it took them maybe a good fifteen minutes to get to their meet up place with the other girls, most of which were already there.

Leaning back against the taller blond, actually a lot taller Emily was about six feet while Aaliyah was barely scraping five feet five inches, lightly Aaliyah covered her mouth as she let out a small yawn. Looking around the street she noticed something, or someone actually. But it couldn't have been...yep, it was him again. Zack. But this time they were meeting under normal circumstances instead of odd ones. Though when he offered the rose to her she couldn't help but to feel a little odd. Blushing lightly she removed the flower from his hand, placing it in the pocket of her vest, listening to his proposal. He wanted what? Well no she shouldn't have thought he, they would have been a little more appropriate seeing how he said they. Still she was unsure about the entire thing the girls behind her on the other hand...Well they looked as if they had all made up their minds in an instant.

While the two took a minute to themselves to talk Aaliyah could feel Emily's lips at her ear briefly. " I'm going to take a guess and say the less talkative one is the guy you were talking about last night." She nodded, not having to turn around to know that there was a grin on her friends face. But she tuned into the conversation between Vincent and his friend, messing around with the rose in her vest. Did she really want to go with them? Half of her said take a chance and do it while the other half was saying no. And then there were her friends who were looking at her in a way that said 'say yes or else'. Looking up at the two males she began to rock back and forth lightly on her heels, her mind made up as she saw Vincent nod at her. Why in the world was that enough for her to go on? Had she become stupid all of a sudden? " Fine...But if you," her eyes directed at Zack, " say anything about my bust, my body, or put me and the words bed and naked in the same sentence I'm leaving. Those are my only conditions." And of course the other girls looked at her as if she was crazy, it appeared they would be more then happy to have him mention any of those things. " But getting something to eat would be nice and then I'll leave anything and everything else to the girls behind me."

 

[Relix]

A smile widened across the face of the more talkative male, "Then its settled! We shall go out to eat." Zack replied, grinning softly. Big mistake. Vincent knew tonight would lead to a lot of stuff and her condition would be broken, about five times... within a span of three minutes. She asked the biggest pervert in the world to not say what he thought about a female. Bad idea. "Okay, so.. I can't say anything about boobs, being nude, and in my bed to who?" Zack smirked softly, eyes meeting the girl in the back's. "I kid, I kid. I promise that I won't. You have Vincent's word on it." The male spoke pointing to Vincent, who stood a foot behind him, hands deep in his pockets. Vincent wanted to go out, yes.. but not with people who just got in Paris. Bad experiences in the beginning will only lead to more bad experiences. "And off we go. There's this great Italian restaurant a few blocks down. It'll be mine and Vincent's treat." Zack spoke over the crowd of giggly girls. "Indeed." Vincent replied softly from where he was standing. Zack meant Vincent would pay for everything because Zack never had the 'money' on him. Standing there for a second as the other male began to lead the group to the restaurant, Vincent picked up speed as the female who made the condition for Zack approached him.

Walking next to the female, Vincent shook his head softly. "Now, you do realize you asked the biggest pervert in the local area to not say something to you about your body, yes?" Letting out a soft laugh, "Zack likes to be the center of attention, as you can tell." The male paused, quieting down as Zack told a story of where he fought off four rather large men by himself. "That story he's leaving out a big detail. Myself." Another shake of his head, "Like the previous night, Zack picks fights then calls for me. Usually its to defuse the situation but his story, none of the men were going to have it. They wanted to kick his behind." Shrugging softly, by now about half way into his story, the girls who accompanied the female Vincent was following had all taken a deep interest in listening to Zack's fibs. Vincent grew quiet, wasn't in deep thought. Just wasn't very comfortable with speaking to this female. "Hey!" Zack called to Vincent, "Why don't you two slowpokes pick it up?" Hearing a few 'Yeahs' from the girls around him, Vincent shook his head. "You all walk at your speed, I will walk at my own." Vincent replied quickly, "Well, if you two can't find a seat. Don't blame me."

Though Zack spoke like he'd actually just forget that the two were amongst the party going to the restaurant, Vincent knew he wouldn't forget because Vincent was going to pay. Vincent listened to the stories that Zack told from afar, drifting in and out of a day dream. Zack was pretty much explaining his past history in terms of his 'grandparents' or 'great-great grandparent.' Which neither was true. What he was saying was what they both did, which none of the girls would find out. If they did, Zack or Vincent would be forced to make their next feeding off of them. Anyone can expose them for what they are if they knew. The vampires who live in secrecy would hunt them down and kill Zack and Vincent themselves. No matter how many humans they'd have to kill in the process.

The rest of the walk to the restaurant was quiet, Zack spoke in a low tone that only the people around him could hear. Vincent somewhat neglected anything the female at his side said, if she said anything. Which he somewhat doubted, only because of the fact that this girl was standing next to a male who lied about drawing her in a painting which she found because he threw it out. How could anyone be calm enough to speak in those types of situations. Vincent and the ones following him got to the restaurant way quicker then Vincent and the one he followed. "Ahem. Do you have a reservation?" A man behind a podium asked, "Oh, no.. we are with that gentleman and the... full table he is at." "Ah, yes, he has ordered you two to be sat in a booth since the table he selected was filled quickly." Of course, this would be how Zack began to smooth talk the women and eventually bring one to all of them to his apartment that night. "Here is your booth, enjoy your meal." The male spoke, with no Italian accent whatsoever. Vincent sat down slowly, the awkward silence settling in as the female sat across from him. Following their seating, a waiter brought over two glasses of wine along with menus. "The wine is from the gentleman across the room at the table." Shaking his head softly, Vincent pushed his glass toward the middle of the table. From Zack, of course.

"So it doesn't feel tremendously awkward the whole meal.. I apologize that you weren't able to sit with your friends." Vincent spoke, breaking the silence that started from two blocks away. "This is better, though. Zack is already getting them drinks." He pausing as he nodded his head in their direction, "He'll do this for the whole night. Get them drinks, then spring up the idea of going back to his place for some more drinks. Which will lead to this and that." Shaking his head softly, "As I said. Biggest pervert in the local area, and to be surprised. He kept his promise." Chuckling softly, "Now before you think he's going to harm every single one of those girls, Zack won't. Come tomorrow when you see them, if they stay, they'll tell you how much of an amazing night they had with him. He's a charmer to most." Shrugging a bit, "But yes, enough about me defending him. I can tell you have stuff on your mind. Probably relating to me and my friend over there."

Vincent could usually tell when people had stuff on their mind, but, who couldn't? The usual look was similar to being sad. Pushing the menu to the edge of the table, Vincent looked up to the oncoming waiter. "Ah, yes, food." He murmured to himself softly, "Good day, you two. May I ask what you shall be eating today?" "Ladies first." Vincent replied, watching the waiter's head turn toward the female. Shortly after the two ordered, Vincent noticed Zack stirring a bit. Oh hell, he was coming over here to pull something. Though, he must've talked about it with the girls at the table because they all turned around to look and see, hands covering their mouths as they fought back the giggles. "Ah! My friend, how are we doing thus far?" Zack ask with a smile across his face, "Let me ask you, have you asked this lovely young girl back to your place yet? I bet she'd like all your paintings and drawings." There it was. His devious grin that blew his plan out of the water. "In fact, I have not. I do not believe that it is polite to ask someone I barely know back to my place." Vincent replied in a somewhat annoyed tone of voice, "I see. Well, maybe you should. I hear she needs to get a good lay." Zack spoke getting up before the fist of the male he sat next to landed on his arm. Laughing on his way back to the table he sat at, an uproar in laughter came from the table.

"I am really sorry for the way he acts. He likes to try to be everyone's best friend and crack jokes." Vincent spoke his eyes staring down at the table. He was terrified to make eye contact with her, didn't know how she was going to take what he said and with how she spoke earlier. She'd probably get up and leave. "If it means anything to you, he's been drinking and has gotten your friends a little under the influence which makes him seem more interesting then they begin to spill anything to him. There is just that effect when you are around him drinking, I've seen what he's doing many of times." Sighing softly, "I do regret you actually agreeing to come along. Zack is stubborn and won't listen to me about leaving you girls alone since you are all new to town." That there was probably a burning question the female had, how exactly he knew they were new to town. "Before I let you either walk away from dinner or begin to ask me questions. Mind telling me your name?" Looking up from the table at the female, how she reminded him so much of Victoria. "You don't have to if you don't want, I mean, just thought it'd be even if I knew yours since you knew mine."

 

[ZexyDei]

Emily hung back for just a moment as Zack walked ahead, her arms wrapping around her friend briefly as she whispered something in her ear. "Are you sure you really want to do this? I mean, if you didn't want to you didn't have to." "You know the answer to the first question already." " So why?" " I'll tell you that as soon as I figure out an answer." Which was the honest truth. Even though she didn't want to travel with the two men in the first place she didn't know why she said yes. Maybe because of that grin Zack had given her? The fact that her friends looked like they would maul her if she said anything other then yes? Or maybe because the other male here gave off some odd kind of feeling that it would actually be ok. To her anyway, she was sure if she asked her friends if he did that for them they would say he gave them some other type of feeling. But then that just sounded a little crazy, or well, her side of that anyway. Then again she was out in the middle of Paris being shown around by a drunk who had tried to hit on her the night before and a man who had painted her picture and said it was a complete a total accident, which she still didn't buy. She was experiencing a lot of crazy so why not add a little more to the list? It couldn't do any real harm.

" You think about it and I'm going to go back up there ok?" " Got it." " And Aaliyah.." " Hm?" " Try to lighten up a little bit ok? It's not going to kill you." With that being said the blue eyed girl gave her friend a quick pat on the head before making her way back up front with Zack and the others, looping arms with one of the other girls. That would probably be that hardest thing she could do. Unlike her friends Aaliyah had a bit of trouble letting her guard down around men and letting her true colors show. Women she was just fine with except for the selected few but men...they were a completely different story. For some odd reason she was afraid of being hurt or stabbed in the back. The thing was she didn't know why. She didn't have any traumatic experiences when she was little, didn't have any bad break ups, no one in her family had experienced anything bad with a man so her little issue was of an unknown origin. Her mom said it could have been because of all the romance murder novels she read when she was little but it must have been a lot more then that. Or maybe it was nothing and she should have stopped wondering about it.

Shoving her hands into the back pockets of her jeans she couldn't help but to laugh as Vincent asked if she realized just what she had done. Well, it was yes and no kinda thing on that one. Yes because she had a feeling in the bottom of her gut when she made the conditions that they would be broken later on and no because she didn't know he was that big of a pervert. Ah well, it was a live and learn kind of situation. But at least now she knew it was pointless to ask that ever again. As for the entire story about the fight well...For some reason she could Zack being the kind of guy to get into a fight over something stupid and then call a friend for help. Judging by how perverted he was it was probably over a girl, saying something or doing something to her that her boyfriend didn't approve of. The boyfriend would get angry and Zack would get in trouble, calling on Vincent for help. Though looking at Vincent she couldn't really see him as the type of person that could fight off a guy and win. Sure, he had that deadly feeling about him but when it came to actual fighting...He didn't seem like, or look like anyway, he could win. But looks could be deceiving.

Aaliyah had to admit, as much as she hated awkward silences she couldn't have been more greatful for the one between her and Vincent now. She wasn't sure if he was in the same boat as he and didn't know what to say or if he just didn't want to talk to her at all. And if that was the case then she was fine with that, after all, he had been dragged into this entire situation and it wasn't that hard to tell he really didn't want to be here. But she was ok with that, she didn't really want to be here either, it was after all, a little awkward...But of course it only got worse when they arrived at the restaurant. Did the fates plan this entire night out in hopes to make her uncomfortable? If that was the case those three witches were doing an painfully good job at it. Taking a seat on the opposite side of the booth she watched as the waiter brought over the wine and the menus. Looking over at the other briefly she sighed mentally. This was going to be a long night.

Turning her attention away from the menu she looked up as the male spoke, a little surprised that he was apologizing. she was even more so surprised that he was trying to explain his friends methods do her, letting her know that the girls would be ok. She wasn't sure if that was sweet of him or if he was just trying to keep her from being to angry at his friend. " Thank you for telling me that...I don't really want to know what they'll tell me if they decide to go with him but thanks for letting me know anyway." As long as her friends were safe thats all she cared about. She didn't want any details about what they did with him, if they did anything. But hopefully they would be able to control themselves and....yeah, never mind. Her friends wouldn't know the meaning of the world self control if it bit them several times.

" I do have questions but...I think it would be better if I just kept them to myself until I get them fully sorted out in my head." She wanted to say more but it was then that the waiter came for a visit. Handing him her menu she simply told him to get her what ever had the most shrimp or crab in it. She had slight obsession with sea food so always ordered some when ever she went out. Turning her head to the other table briefly she watched as Mary whispered something to Zack, and soon after he stood up. That couldn't have been good...Not if they were giggling and he was coming over. Damn her friends and their low tolerance for alcohol! Well actually no, it was her own fault for telling them things but the question was which thing did they tell Zack? When he got over to the table the things that he said were harmless enough, until he talked about Vincent inviting her back to his place. She did like the fact that Vincent's comeback wasn't anything perverted or anything that made her blush but of course Zack's was. She could feel her face get hot at his last nine words. Seriously, which one of them had told him that?! Covering her hands with her face she counted to ten, trying not to get to angry. Though after this entire ordeal the theater group would be short three members.

" I'm not...I'm not going to walk away from dinner. It wouldn't be nice of me to leave you here by yourself with three drunk girls and your friend who's already a handful, if you don't mind me saying. So if you don't bail out on me I promise I won't bail out on you." Seemed simple enough. Bringing her hands away from her face she took a sip of the wine, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, seeing no harm in answering his question. " Aaliyah Presd'eaux, or Ali for short." Her dad was part french, African American was the other part, and her mom was Italian , a weird mix but what ever. " I do have one question to ask but I'm not entirely sure if I want to know the answer." After all, how many people would want to know how two men knew they were new arrivals in town without previously meeting them? Not only that but they had nothing to do with the other people they were here visiting? " Last night...How did you know that I was new in town? Is it really that obvious or was it something else?"

 

[Relix]

It was true that her name wasn't anywhere close to the women he knew and loved ages ago, maybe Zack was on the right course of her being someone just looking like her. "Well, it is very nice to meet you Aaliyah." Vincent nodded as he listened to her speak her question. Of course, his basic answer to himself was scent. He could smell no scent native to the surrounding area on her. How should he answer it? Quite frankly, Vincent didn't know. Usually people just dropped it.. well, usually the people he's said it to, he never saw again. Her on the other hand, this is their third meeting. Watching the waiter bring two glasses of water, the male nodded softly. "Thank you, kind sir." Softly before picking up the glass to take a small sip. He was just thinking about how he should answer this said question. Usually he never had to think about it, might as well just be up right with her.

Placing the glass toward the center of the table, next to the glasses of wine. Vincent cleared his throat softly, "After leaving in this area for nearly my whole life, you begin to develop a keen sense of smell of the area. Fragrances to colognes, wines to other alcoholic beverages, this food to that food." Vincent paused momentarily, "People soon begin to familiarize themselves onto you, locals all smell the same which turns the scent dull. So, when someone such as yourself, a tourist, comes into town. You can smell they are from out of town." This was only with Vampires, of course, normal people had this same sense of scent but not as heightened as a vampire. "Now, don't get me wrong. Its nothing bad or anything, you smell really amazing. It just something I was able to pick up after bumping into you the other night. Zack doesn't know a damn thing since all his senses are usually at nothing around this time of day." Stopping for a second to take a breath. "So, yes, simply put. I could smell that you were someone new in town. You and all your friends. You, in particular, remind me of a woman I once knew." Vincent passing a mental sigh while he paused, "You two smell exactly the same. I can't put my finger on what it is.. but, the fragrance that you are wearing is the same exact thing she wore." Truth of the matter was, Victoria never wore anything. She just smelled that way, it was strange. Vincent couldn't ever figure out how, either. Even asked back in the days of those two being together what she wore, she simply answered with nothing.

"But yes, apologies about going back into a bit of history of my own. The woman I was talking about was my late mother. She passed while I was young but her scent follows me around from time to time." Vincent shrugged softly, indeed, that was a lie but didn't want to seem like he was talking about another female with the Aaliyah. Seemed rather rude, another lie wouldn't hurt. Plus, who was to actually think these two would be around one another often? Vincent didn't. He still had a thought that she was Victoria but her name seemed to put a hard stake through that idea. Vincent's real mother had died way, way, way long ago. The male couldn't even remember the date that his mother died. She was a vampire, yes. Could she still be alive now? More then likely. She was burnt at the stake for being considered a witch. So, the male ran off with a friend of his mom and never spoke of it since.

The restaurant had random uproars of laughter, usually coming from Zack's table. Everyone in the restaurant looked but Vincent, he knew what will happen. He's been around long enough to know that Zack will sweet talk all three of those girls to see if he takes one or all of them back to his apartment. Vincent wasn't staring the whole time at the girl, he just... looked whenever she wasn't paying attention. His eyes never going down past her chin, not that he didn't notice how her body and bust was shaped. He wasn't a pervert like his buddy in the middle of the room was. "If I'm correct, Zack will stay at his table for the rest of the evening while we all are in this restaurant. He's gotten all your friends deep into his stories, so, he'll leave you be." Vincent felt he should explain the ways of his comrade because he felt like he needed to. Vincent didn't have 'fun', not since Victoria. Ever since he needed to explain why this was happening or why this person did that. Soon, the female's meal came. Vincent only ordered something little that they gave to him quickly, he explained that he only ate small amounts because of his doctor's orders. Which wasn't correct either, the male fed off human blood but didn't do it as much as of late. He didn't want to arise suspicion. Normally, he'll go twenty miles away from Paris and yeah, he'd feed.

The two held minor conversation as he ate, Vincent watched his friend the whole time Aaliyah ate. Felt rude to stare while someone ate, especially someone who you barely know. Watching the group of four leave, the male let out a silent sigh. Waiter coming up with the check. Yep, as assumed. Another big bill that Vincent was supposed to pay. Vincent shook his head lightly, wayy to many drinks for four people. A huge meal that seemingly wasn't eaten. Letting out a sigh, the male leaned over some to pull out his money. "Shouldn't have thought less of you, Zack." The male mumbled audibly as he pulled out enough money for the bill. Between the male and the female in the booth, their bill was barely $15... add another $215.89 on for the party of four. "Well, whenever you are ready to leave. I would like to see you home. Not that you really need my company, I'm just not the one to leave a female, not saying you can't defend yourself, alone in Paris. Around this time of night, the weirdos come out to play." Vincent laughed softly, "That is as long as you will let me follow you to the place you stay. I know how bad that can look as with everything thats happened. The awkwardness of me showing up if you do follow would probably sky rocket for you and make you believe I am a stalker." Chuckling softly, the male placed down three $100 dollar bills. More then enough to cover the bill and the tip.

Standing upslowly, Vincent stretched some, shirt going up a tad. Waiting for the female to move in front of him, he followed behind slowly. It was proper that he carried over from old times, where men let women walk before them, held the door open. Such little things. Vincent walked behind slowly, his eyes staring at the door in front of the female. "Allow me." He spoke softly, pushing the door open for her. "Ladies first." With those saying he spoke in a low tone. Not many people were used to hearing those types of saying during this day and age. Feeling the wind pick up some, the male smiled softly. The wind was a nice thing to him, makes the scents of the town more alive. "So, have you came to a decision? I would like to see you home safely."

 

[ZexyDei]

Well she didn't get an immediate answer to her question, then again she really wasn't expecting one. After all, he probably didn't get asked things like that often but much rather had people accept the things he said without question. Well Aaliyah wasn't like that. She had never been like that. It was rare that she ever accepted something the way it was, if she found it odd that is. And him knowing that they were new in town, knowing that she was new into, without ever talking to any of them, well that was definitely classified as odd. And if he couldn't give an answer that was at least believable then maybe a little stalkerish. Odd she could accept, stalkerish was just bad. Really bad with a hint of creepiness thrown in.

Her scent? That was just a little out there but he would accept it. Her home town being Louisiana growing up thats more or less how she and her siblings made their way around the large town without ever getting lost. That and it helped them figure out where to go when they were hungry and where not to go and it helped them remember the people as well. In Virginia well...it wasn't quite the same. It wasn't quite as lively as her home town. Even though his answer really was a bit out there she would accept it, it didn't seem like a lie. When he talked about her scent she probably have been a little weirded out but...she wasn't. Now if he has said that to her the same way a couple of her college friends did to her in her freshmen year then she would have been weirded out. But it wasn't just them either, some of the older known people and local witches has told her the same thing. Except for they told her that and told her to be careful at night because nothing was ever as it seemed. She would have called them crazy but generally old people knew what they were talking about so she heeded their warnings. As for the smelling like someone else thing, that was new. " But I don't..." she stopped, shaking her head deciding to keep her mouth shut. The thing was she didn't wear anything. She never wore perfume or spray, in her opinion none of it never smelled good to her.

" My apologies..." Taking her bottle of wine from the center of the table, taking a sip. Now while the scent thing she believed the who she smelled like thing she didn't believe. She felt a little bad for not believing him but it just didn't seem right. Almost everything about this man was just off and it was driving her nuts! But she couldn't ask him, 'Hey, do you mind telling me whats so alluring, mysterious, and off putting about you? I've been thinking about you since last night and the more I do the more I realize you and your friend just aren't right some how." Yeah...no, she didn't see that working out so well. Not only that but she would probably seem really really creepy. Fan girl creepy and that in itself was just wrong. Not to say that he wasn't alluring or attractive though because he certainly was both but she didn't want him to know that.

Judging by how much Emily seemed to be enjoying herself at the other table well...It was safe to say that the girl probably wouldn't be returning to their hotel room tonight. Judging by how drunk she was she probably wouldn't remember to tell Aaliyah that before she left either. Ah well, there was nothing she could do about it. If her friend decided to have a good time tonight then there was no way in the world Aaliyah would try to stop her or get in the way of what she was doing. Unless of course, the guy she was trying to go with just didn't seem right or just looked like he would hurt her some where along the course of the night. Zack might have been perverted and appeared to have no idea what the word serious meant, well she couldn't really say that seeing how she had only run into the man three times within the past two days, but he seemed ok. Like he wouldn't hurt the girl at all or do anything that would add him to Emily's list of really bad one night stands. Yes, there was a list, it wasn't very long, but still it was a list and very funny to look at.

" That's the only thing I've wanted all night from him." As much as any woman should have loved to hear comments on her body or how she looked Aaliyah really didn't. It could have been because she didn't think she was actually that pretty, she didn't like to hear other peoples opinions of her, or maybe a multitude of other things. She was just an odd-ball like that when it came to her dislikes. She didn't like to be complimented by most people (( or rather, she didn't like the things most people said )), she didn't like the thought of one night stands (( there was no passion or love behind them so she didn't see the point )), and the weirdest of all was probably the fact that she didn't like using her real name for anything. All of her legal documents said one thing but if someone asked her she would say another. There were maybe a handful of people that she knew who she had told her real name to and actually allowed them to call her by it. Some chose to use it and then some just preferred to stick with Aaliyah, like Emily for example.

Once the food arrived Aaliyah thanked the waiter and happily ate, not like a pig mind you, it was just she hadn't really had anything to eat today or yesterday. She would have had lunch but Emily decided to go shopping and that took up all of their afternoon, not even counting the jogging they did. So she hadn't had breakfast nor had as had any lunch. And the day before she just avoided eating all together seeing how she and planes didn't get along that well. If she could help not throwing up she would, but sadly that meant not eating. So tonight, well tonight she was more then happy to finish off the large bowl of pasta in front of her. It might have seemed a little weird for such a small person to eat something so big but that was just what Aaliyah did. But hunger reasons aside she was actually kinda happy to have a big plate. That was she could spend more time eating and less time talking. The girl was more then happy to engage in conversations but she was not the person to start them. She completely and totally failed when ever she tried. So when she was finished and the meal was paid for, though she was a little embarrassed about how much the man had to pay for the male, she grabbed her purse and stood up, smiling a bit at the mans offer to take her back to the hotel.

The last thing she wanted was to run into anyone weird. Sure she got a little lucky last night by not running into anyone weird, then again Zack really couldn't be considered normal, but would rather not risk it twice in a row. "Trust me when I say at this point I think Zack is more stalker like then you are." Of course this morning was probably pure coincidence but she still couldn't help but to feel like he was expecting her to show up. As for a little while ago well that could be viewed as coincidence to, maybe. As for Vincent following her or trying to find her, well she seriously doubted that. If anything it seemed more like he was trying to get away from her or avoid her all together. But that was probably just her imagination.

" Thank you." Walking out the door she shoved her hands into her pockets, looking back at him. " I don't see any problem with letting you see me home." She could actually see the hotel from here, meaning it wouldn't be to long of walk, which was good. She was pretty sure he wanted to get home just as much as she did. Turning back to make sure he was ready the girl made her way down the semi crowded side walk, awkward silence settling in once more. She couldn't help but to think about something that was a little disturbing. If she went out with Zack for awhile would she learn anything at all about Vincent? The man didn't really like to talk about himself but instead had spent most of his time explaining his friends actions when it really wasn't necessary. Helpful, but still it wasn't entirely needed. And even though Vincent talked about Zack, Zack seemed to like talking about Zack, and other people's personal business. That little fact alone made it obvious to what the answers to her question was. Ah well.

Reaching the entrance to the hotel Aaliyah turned around to see her escort, a small smile gracing her lips. " Thank you for seeing me home, and for dinner. I'm sorry that my friends are a bit..." she wasn't even sure what the appropriate word to finish that sentence was. " Lets just say I'm sorry. As for the entire scent thing you were talking about earlier well...I don't wear anything, never have, never will. So I guess you just smell me, which is pretty weird but not like I haven't heard it before." She dug around in her back pocket a bit, making sure her room key was still there before saying anything else. " Anyway, I'm going to stop holding you up now and head on inside. Goodnight Vincent." With that, the girl removed her key from her pocket before heading inside and up the stairs. The elevator would have been quicker but there was already a line she didn't feel like waiting in. She jut wanted to get to her room as soon as possible and think about her night.

 

[Relix]

The whole walk from the restaurant to the hotel took maybe six minutes, wasn't that far from the hotel whatsoever. The only thing that really happened was silence. Seemed like neither of the two really wanted to talk, Vincent knew nothing to talk about because he wasn't a person to get into other people's business. Seemed that the girl was the same way. It was awkward between the two, how could it not be? Just goes to show that Zack doesn't like to keep his mouth shut and says stuff at the wrong time. Which, usually, is never needed. Then again, what if Zack didn't say anything? The chances of them seeing each other another two times would've been doubtful. Any company besides Zack is always nice, Zack is obnoxious. Good to get away from him sometimes.

Before Vincent actually could say anything, the female had already said goodnight and walked into the hotel. "Goodnight... pleasure having your company, also." Vincent mumbled to himself, how did that one get screwed up? He had been waiting for the moment to say it, just slipped by too quickly. "Oh well, maybe another time." Vincent said to himself, shrugging softly. Letting out a minor sigh, the male turned around to start walking in the direction of his apartment. Alone at this time of night wasn't good for a normal person, but, vampires was a different story. Vincent, in particular, walked alone at this time of night every night. He'd get up and just start walking, relaxing to him. Zack found him weird and spacey nowadays. Always saying he changed from the way he was when they were pirates, which was true. A part of him was missing, Vincent didn't know how to ever get that part back. The only thing he could do is hope. Which that even seemed far fetched.

Vincent got into his apartment roughly an hour after he followed the female home, it wasn't unlikely of him. He just wanted to avoid Zack if it happened to be a 'I had my fun, now, you all get out.' Usually it wasn't, but anything is possible with him. "Indeed, indeed." He mumbled as he pushed the door closed behind him, "What to do. What to do." Scratching his chin softly, Vincent hesitantly walked to his couch. Plopping down quickly, kicking up his legs shortly after. He'd just lay there, eyes wide open in the dark until morning came. There wasn't much for the male to do around his apartment. Wasn't anything at all interesting on the television. He could paint but it'd end up being Victoria. Why he put himself through the torment of painting her was beyond himself. He just did.

Thud. "Do you forbid yourself from using my door to enter my apartment?" Vincent asked, sitting up from his laying position. The night rolled by seemingly fast, Zack only answered in a laugh. "Last night. Simply amazing." He seemed to have a kick in his step. "I take it you had fun with one of the girls." Vincent replied softly, Zack laughed some more. "One? Try all of them. They just flowed with it." Shaking his head softly, "Did they stay the night?" "Why do you care?" Vincent shook his head softly, "Yes, they stayed the night. Most of them were cleared out by eight. Except one.. Emily. I think. She stayed and chatted with me for a bit." Zack shrugged softly, "Sounds like you had a fun night." Vincent replied with a dull tone, "Oh yes I did, brother. How about you? You and Aaliyah kick it off last night?" Zack asked with a grin as he turned on the T.V. "Of course not. Barely talked, felt seemingly awkward. The normal when you ditch me with a female." Zack laughed softly, "Vincent, its not my decision whether or not you are formal with a lady. That is all up to you. You are the one who should take control and talk, and make them talk. Not letting any silence settle in." Zack stopped with a shrug. "Did you atleast get her name before I told you?" The other male answered with a nod. "I think she's different. Mind might just be playing tricks on me." Vincent spoke as he stood up. "Now, now. I wouldn't say that. She's quite the same as you. Quiet type.. well, you used to be really lively before she died." Pausing softly, "Maybe the next time you see her, invite her up. She'll love all your art stuff... or that is what Emily told me." Vincent laughed, "Right. Like that will happen." "The decision is yours." And with that, the room fell silent.

"You realize that you have to see Emily more, right?" Vincent asked, after a rough 20 minutes of pure silence. "Nah. One night stand. I made it amazing for them, they should know that it wasn't meant to be." Vincent shook his head, "You are simply astounding. Do you ever think that that is the worst thing you could possibly do? They'll just think you fooled around with them just because they were drunk and do what you'd want them to do." Vincent stopped, why did he care so much? "Vin.. You and I are different. I am who I am. You are who you are. We will never be the same, I will never just be fine with having one person. I just won't. So, stop trying to change it." There was his answer, Vincent shouldn't care. Zack seemed not to. Both of the male vampires grew quiet, they started out the day on the wrong foot it seemed.

"Vin." Zack this time breaking the silence. "You do plan to try anything with Aaliyah?" Vincent shrugged, flipping through the channels on the T.V. "Then you wouldn't mind if I did, right?" Vincent turned his head to look at this male, why would he want to try anything with this female? "Yes, I would." Zack nodded softly, "As I assumed." "Why do you want to do something with her?" Zack laughed softly, "Not that obvious, eh? Four out of five man. Bad odds. Need it five out of five." Vincent shook his head, he just wanted to sleep with her. "Well, deal with it. I will not allow you to try anything with her because she isn't who she tells me who she is. There is more to her then what meets the eye.. and I have a feeling that she doesn't know why." Zack laughed softly, "And you do? Vincent, I don't even think you know why you are the way you are." Shaking his head lightly. "You should see her more, if you feel that way. Maybe you'll change.. I'm getting sick of this Vincent and want the old Vin back."

The old Vincent back? How was it that he had changed? He looks the exact same way that he did when they first met, nothing has changed. Nothing. "I think you are just getting too used to the new age, Zack. I can't fit in the way you do. Its easy for you. I'm just how I am because I don't want to adapt." Standing up slowly, Zack moved to the door, "Well, maybe you should man. I'm headed out, we'll do something later on... hopefully." Vincent turned to watch the male, giving him a small wave. "Have fun. I'll probably go out again tonight, I'll see if you'll be up for it." Vincent laughed softly, "Right." His head turning back to T.V. Zack had something up his sleeve, of course, Vincent couldn't tell. How fun this party will be, Vincent. Zack thought to himself as he snatched a piece of paper and a marker before leaving the apartment. Zack grinned as he placed the sheet of paper against the wall, removing the cap of the marker with his teeth before placing it down against the paper. His sloppy hand writing putting down: 'Local party at Apartment #214. Only happens a few times a year! DJ/Booze all free for all night!'

Zack, of course made copies of this flyer. Handing them out to a few partiers he knew around the area. The DJ that he'd actually pay for to DJ the party. Vincent was going to be pissed, but, Zack would get him cooled off and tell him to enjoy himself. Most likely wouldn't but wouldn't tell everyone to get out. Zack made probably about 100 copies of this flyer, giving them out to other people along the way to find the hotel that Aaliyah and Emily stayed at. "Ah! Just the two girls I was looking for.. for once!" Zack spoke excitedly, "Not being a stalker, just figured I'd run around town and hand out some flyers. Vincent is holding a party and wanted to me to run around and give them to people I knew. Figured you two would want to come." Zack said excitedly, handing a flyer to Emily before giving her a wink. "Don't feel obligated to make it, I know you girls can't party everynight, but, figured it'd be nice to party one night instead of just getting drunk at a restaurant. So, make it if you can. Later." Zack turned, looking back to give them a wave before jogging off in the opposite direction.

Vincent just sat around his apartment for most of the day, the door being barraged in by Zack and people behind him. "Welcome! To the party spot. DJ, you go over there. Booze over in the kitchen. And lets get this party started!" Zack spoke, Vincent giving him a dumbfounded look. "Can I speak with you for a moment?" Vincent asked, leading him to his room. Zack shut the door behind them, "What in the hell are you doing!?" Vincent yelled after the door was firmly shut. "Chill, chill. I figured you needed some kind of party. Figured I'd bring it to you instead of going out." Vincent was furious, "I should kill you. I should. What is your fucking problem?" Shaking his head as his fists clenched tightly, "Vin, man, chill. Look. Tonight will be the only night it happens and I'll clean up everything. Don't worry. It'll be fun, just drink some and relax." A deep, angry sigh escaped from Vincent, "Fine. You're fucking cleaning everything." Zack smirked, "Of course! Now, drink!" Zack yelled as he opened the door, "Let the party begin!" And pretty much on cue the music started. "I have a really bad feeling about this..." Vincent mumbled to himself.

 

[ZexyDei]

On her way up to the apartment Aaliyah removed her phone from her purse, dialing the number. Would the girl answer? No, probably not. But she was going to leave her a quick message. " Hey Emily it's Aaliyah and this is your hang over reminder. Before you wake up wondering where you are and why your one of four girls with one guy just listen. The guys name is Zack, he treated us to dinner last night, or well his friend did, and then took you and the other girls home. You'll probably remember nothing I just told you but everything that happened after you walked through his door. Anyway, see you in the morning. Hopefully." Hanging up the phone she shoved it into he back pocket while opening the apartment door. That was Emily's "Drunk Reminder". Normally when the girl had to much to drink she would forget everything that happened while she was intoxicated, unless sex was involved, but then she would only remember that part. So to make sure her friend didn't freak out completely Aaliyah left her a message telling her what had happened and how she ended up with the guy she was sleeping with. She didn't have to do it a lot, after all Emily didn't sleep around that much but when it did happen Aaliyah made sure to leave her little reminder on Emily's phone.

Shutting the door behind her once she entered Aaliyah removed her clothes, plopping down on her bed in nothing but her undergarments and staring out of the window behind her. Such a beautiful night. Or well, such a beautiful city with all of a lights. Crawling to the end of the bed she removed her suitcase from under the frame, removing her robe and slipping it on before heading out to the balcony to sit, grabbing her bag on the way out. She wasn't tired yet, actually she was far from it. She would have loved to do nothing more then get dressed again and walk around on the streets of Paris but there were two problems with that. 1. She didn't know her way around Paris. 2. She didn't know her way around Paris and she could get lost easily or end up with people she didn't want to end up with. It would have been really bad if either one of those happened. Really bad. But to keep her danger levels low she would just sit here and look down at the city, letting the wind roll by, and the smells intoxicate her.

" I should probably call mom and tell her I didn't crash on the plane..." Aaliyah's mom was paranoid like that, and the fact that she hated traveling by plane didn't help either. Opening her phone she checked through her messages, pretty sure the woman had already called. And sure enough, she did. Clicking on her newest voice mail the girl placed the phone to her ear and turned the volume down, pretty sure her mom was yelling. " Victoria Arianna Presd'eaux-" " You can't just call her Aaliyah like everyone else can you?" " I birthed her I'll call her Benny if I want to." " Benny? Really?" " Shut up Darian. Anyway hi sweetie just calling to make sure you're alive seeing how you don't know how to call your worried to death old parents." " I'm not old..." " You know what mean! Anyway I just wanted to make sure you're ok and still alive seeing how you didn't call once you got off of the plane. Anyway call soon or you might make your poor mother cry." " And if you love me you won't do that." The sound of something being thrown, a pillow maybe, could be heard in the background followed by laughter, " Anyway, love you. Talk to you later." Smiling at the message Aaliyah closed her phone, giggling a bit. She loved her moms phone messages, they were always made her smile, mainly because they started off with her whole name followed by her father saying something just to get the woman flustered even more. She didn't mind though because she always got him back for it. That was just the way her parents worked.

Putting her phone on the small table beside her chair she leaned back, removing her sketch book and her pencil case from her bag. It had been awhile since she had drawn something other then a costume or some kind of prop for a play. But tonight...tonight she knew exactly what she wanted to draw and how. It was a bit weird but...she had Vincent on her mind. She wasn't very proud of the fact but there was still something about him that just urked her. Even after having dinner with him she still couldn't figure out what. The fact that neither of them really talked could have had could have also had something to do with that. The only thing she had learned about him while at dinner was well....It was a bit weird but he seemed like he didn't belong here. In this specific time. He seemed like he belonged in some time period much older then this. And that little thought alone gave her the inspiration for her drawing. Opening her little bound book and removing one of her lighter drawing pencils she began to sketch across the page and idea in mind about how exactly she wanted this to turn out. Then again, she always had some kind of idea about how she wanted her drawings to turn out.

" Aaliyah!" a sing songy voice penetrated the silence that had settled in the hotel room over night. In other words, Emily was back. Sitting up in her chair Aaliyah rubbed her eyes, looking around. She had fallen asleep outside last night. Not that she minded, it was kinda nice actually, that and she had managed to finish off her drawing before she dozed off. Removing her sketch book from her lap and putting it back in her bag the girl stood up, making her way back inside of the hotel room. " There you are!" A pair of arms were immediately around her figure, waking her up on the spot. " I was just outside...What's up Emily? Have fun last night?" " Yep, very much actually. What about you? Did you and..." " No. I've told you a thousand times already, I don't believe in one night stands." " Yeah but I was hoping you would give that up for a hot guy." " As if." Slipping out of her friends grasp the girl took a seat on her bed, looking up at her blue eyed friend who was obviously happy even though it was so early.

" Did you at least have fun last night?" " It was interesting if thats what you mean. Oh and thanks for telling my personal life to other people!" A light blush had made its way over Emily's face as she giggled, shaking her head. " I didn't say that you hadn't been laid yet, Mary did. And according to Zack, Vincent needs to get laid just as much as you do so..." " So what?" " The two of you could.." " How about this? I get up and take a shower and you don't finish that sentence." " But come on you like him!" " Do not. I just met him and I barely know him. " " Then your interested him." Yeah ok...she had her there. But it wasn't for romantic reasons. Or at least she didn't think that it was for romantic reasons. She was just curious about a few things. Yeah, that was it. " You didn't say anything which means I'm right! You could at least give it a shot." " Yeah...no." Standing up Aaliyah grabbed two random things from her closet and a few other things and headed into the bathroom to wash up. Throwing her things on the sink and undressing the girl let out a sigh as she turned on the water and stepped in. She probably should have figured this out last night but the rest of time she was in Paris was going to be really...different. She didn't know how, nor why but she knew it would be.

Hopping out about twenty minutes later the girl tried herself off and threw on the little black mini skirt and black and white corset she had picked out. She didn't feel like straightening out so it would just have to stay wavy for now. Stepping out she looked over at Emily who was still smiling. " What are you still happy for?" " I can't be happy?" " Didn't say that but you have that 'I'm about to drag you into something' smile on. And that's never good for me." It was true. The last time Emily had on that smile well...she didn't want to think about it actually, still gave her a migraine. " Well...We're in the city of romance, you should be able to find someone you like." " And..." " We're going to find that someone!" Ok, maybe her friend was still drunk or something because that just didn't sound right. They were going to find her some one of romantic interest...Yeah, right. " Someone's still a little hung over aren't they?" "Maybe..." " Go take your shower so we can get something to eat." The girl did as she was instructed and was out about thirty minutes later, dressed and calmed down, or so it seemed anyway.

Heading out of the apartment Aaliyah had some how managed to get her friend to agree to go sight seeing with her instead of doing anything wild with her tonight. But it didn't take a full three minutes before that all went down the drain. Why? Zack. Of course, this was just Aaliyah's guess when she saw the man, she didn't even hear what he had to say to know she was right though. " Not a stalker hm?" she murmured once he had left, looking over at the flier he had given to Emily. "So...what time do you want to go over there?" " What? Oh Emily come on do we have to?" " It'll be the first really fun thing you'll get to do since you've been here. Please, please, please, please?" The girl sighed, looking up at her friend. She really didn't want to go but..."Fine we can go." Though she wasn't completely sure if she was going to regret that decision or not...Probably was but what ever. It wouldn't kill her to go out and try to have fun at least once. Or try to anyway.

It took a couple of hours but Emily managed to drag her friend to the store to buy a couple kegs of beer and to the party. " I feel weird about this..." " Why?" " I just do ok?" " Well relax and try to have some fun ok? Just don't get drunk ok? One of us has to remember where the hotel room is tonight. " "Yeah I know..." Aaliyah sighed as Emily opened the door to Vincent's apartment, putting the beers on the kitchen counter. Well it certainly was loud in here, not to mention crowded, the two things Aaliyah wasn't really found of. " How long are you-" "We." " Ok we, how long are we planning on staying here?" Emily looked as if she was seriously thinking about the question, but Aaliyah knew she wasn't. " When I start hitting on girls or you don't see me for about an hour. Then feel free to leave ok?" In other words when she was with some guy and out of sight. " Got it.." Separating from her friend and took a seat on the couch, looking around. This was going to be one really long night.

 

[Relix]

Vincent knew it was a bad idea to have a party straight from when it arrived. Roughly about 45 people were all in his apartment, in his medium sized apartment. He had forbidden anyone to go into his room, but, roughly no one listens. They brought out paintings, CDs of old music... books. Anything and everything they could to rummage through. Zack had been talking to any and all females around the party, until Emily and Aaliyah showed up. Then he went onto follow Emily. Vincent hasn't seen him since. Grabbing a drink from the kitchen, Vincent grabbed a water bottle out of the medium sized white refrigerator. Vincent turned quickly to head into the kitchen, why he grabbed a water bottle for Aaliyah? He honestly didn't know, just felt like he should.

Trying to get back into the main room of his apartment felt like he was going through a damn maze, Vincent turned left and was met by a group of people talking, turned around and then tried going another way which was blocked off by another group of people. How aggravating it was. Gritting his teeth, Vincent pushed past the people blocking his way from the living room. "Apologies." He replied quickly after pushing past. Shaking his head lightly, the male moved to the couch, extending his hand with the water bottle sitting at the end. "Water?" He asked softly, "I figured you were thirsty since you hadn't gotten up off the couch since you got here." Vincent spoke softly, "I'm taking it that Zack went out and found you guys... I apologize." The male began softly, "I will try to keep him away from you guys," The male paused slowly, turning his head to find his friend of devilish deeds. Of course.. he'd be with her friend. "Yes, I'll just put this here and leave you be for the rest of the night." Placing the bottle down on the cushion next to her. Vincent quickly stepped away from the couch, moving to the metal balcony. Pulling open the door, the male quickly stepped onto the platform, shutting the doors behind him. "Somewhat quiet out here." He murmured to himself.

Zack broke off from Emily momentarily, just to pester Aaliyah into going out to talk to Vincent. Moving the water bottle over some, Zack plopped down on the couch. Quickly placing his arm around her, "Hey there beautiful." He teased, letting out a small laugh before removing his arm. Turning his head to look over at Vincent through the glass door, "Take control. You'll get to know him more if you bring up something. Tough idea to grasp, but, if once you get to know Vincent. He doesn't seem so alone." Zack turned his head back to the girl, "Look. We don't know one another and hell, seems like its been strange meetings since I run into you girls all the damn time, but, its what I do. I run the streets during the day to find out something to do at night. So, I'm bound to run into anyone I know once a day. Vincent is only there at times because I drag him to come out." Shrugging softly, Zack kinda didn't know what he should be saying right now. Apologizing for how he acted sure as hell wasn't going to be it. "As I said, go out and talk to him. You will be surprised to find out who he is." Standing up slowly, "I'm going back to chill with Emily for a bit, you do what you wanna do. I just figured I'd give you some advice if you want to get to know him." With that, Zack quickly moved his way through the crowd to get to the girl he was talking to.

Vincent stood out on the balcony to get away from the noise and the crowded area. Turning around, Vincent moved to the door, placing his hand on the knob, twisting it slightly before entering the apartment again. The male was greeted by the loud music blaring through the whole apartment. No one, yet, was amazingly drunk and stupid. That is when Vincent would have to start throwing people out or possibly stopping the party. Then the unexpected happened, "Vincent!" A familiar voice called from the kitchen, music going down to low to hear the shouts and screams in the kitchen. "Excuse me." The male repeated pushing through the crowd. "Get this man out, Vin. He's had a little too much to drink and is now gone fucking crazy!" Zack yelled across the room, "Alright, man, your ride on the free booze is up. Time to go." Vincent spoke calmly as he approached the man, quickly the male spun around, flailing his right arm at Vincent. A scream from a woman in the corner was heard, followed by someone screaming he had a knife. Pretty much everyone in the kitchen except Zack, Emily and a few other left for the main room. Vincent was shocked, was he just cut? Felt a strong heat sensation coming from his stomach.

No sooner then did he look down was he greeted by a left hook from the male with the knife. Cut and dazed. Amazing combo. Staggering a bit, Vincent took a step back before bumping into the wall. Shaking his head somewhat, "Well. If that is all you have, then, I will remove you by force." "Bring it on asshole." The male replied, "Indeed." What actually happened only Zack could see, Vincent was fast. Really fast. He unarmed the male by breaking his wrist after giving the male a good right to the nose. The repetitive cry for help from the man was funny to Vincent as he pushed him through the crowd to the door. Someone was actually kind enough to open the door for him, pushing him out quickly. "Okay, when you realize your wrist is broken. Go north three blocks, take a right, go that way another two and there will be a hospital." Vincent spoke to him before shutting the door. Turning around, "And you all can go back to partying." With that being said the DJ turned back up the music.

Head to his room, Vincent lifted his shirt some. Blood ran down from a good five inch cut across his stomach, "Son of a bitch.." He mumbled to himself, Zack noticing him looking down. He quickly rushed over to check it out, "You good?" "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a flesh wound." Someone laughing next to him, "A flesh wound? Bro, you were gashed. You should go to the hospital." The voice chimed in, shaking his head no, Vincent moved to his room. "I'll be fine, if anything, I'll stitch it up after I clean off." Zack patted him on the back, "Finally, some fight in you." He joked softly before returning to the kitchen. Vincent stepped into his room slowly, pushing the door shut some. "God damn it, got to find a new shirt now." He mumbled to himself. Removing the shirt quickly to wipe the blood from his torso, "Glad it was me though. Doubt anyone but me or Zack could survive it." Zack every now and again looked to Aaliyah, motioning for her to go into Vincent's room and check up on him.

Vincent was fine, the wound would heal in no time but he just didn't want to let out his secret. Grabbing a shirt, the male stepped into the bathroom connected to his room. Grabbing the Peroxide, pouring some on the rag hanging off the sink. Rubbing his stomach with his rag, the male grunted every now and again at the stings. He needed to clean it, just to make everyone think he was being careful. Being a vampire, he didn't really need to, but, for the sake of not being question. Vincent would clean himself off, "This is the last time I have a party." He spoke softly, putting on his shirt slowly, just after tossing the now bloodied rag into the sink. Grabbing a book from his dresser, the male left his room quickly. Heading to the balcony where he'd be safe from anymore attacks. Vincent enjoyed his balcony, it was peaceful. He could just plop up on the railing, legs laid out across it and just sit there and stare out into the city. This time, he'd read. A book from long ago, kept it through the years of him being a pirate. The thing that kept him sane at sea for months on end.

 

[ZexyDei]

Aaliyah had no problem sitting and waiting for Emily to have her fun and then leave. It was something she had done many times before and she had no problems doing it one more time. Aaliyah wasn't entirely sure how she and Emily got along so well. They were complete and total opposites. Aaliyah was withdrawn and quite while Emily was loud and happily did what ever she pleased with out any regrets. Aaliyah would rather sit and home and read, like she wanted to now actually, while Emily would go out and party. It was a little weird seeing how they grew up in environments completely different from their personalities. Growing up in party city, New Orleans, one would think Aaliyah would be a lot more...out there. And growing up on the country side of Texas one would assume Emily would be more withdrawn. But that just wasn't the case.

Letting out a sigh the girl look at the people around her. Emily was already working her magic as a social butterfly. That was until Zack showed up, after that she was still somewhat of a social butterfly, but she had a buddy now. Closing her eyes the girl rubbed her temples, leaning back against the couch. Maybe Emily wouldn't mind so much if she left. Jumping at the sound of a voice Aaliyah looked up, taking the bottle of water from the male. " Thanks." She opened it up, taking a quick sip and chuckled a bit at his words. Something told her that even if he asked Zack to stop seeing them, or tried to keep him away from Emily and her he wouldn't be very successful. Before she could fully thank him, or say anything else though he had made his way through the crowd, lost from her field of vision. He wasn't the type of person to stay in one place for long was he? Then again if she could find some way to get out of here she would have also.

Resting her head against the back of the couch she wanted to get a brief moment of rest before figuring out what she was going to do for the rest of the night. But of course she didn't get that moment. Instead she got an arm wrapped around her shoulders and a male beside her. Ok or, Zack beside her, big difference. But what did he want though? He wasn't going to hit on her, or at least she hoped not. Well she wouldn't have put it past him, not like he hadn't done it before. But at that point in time he was drunk so it was a lack of proper judgment. But what he was saying actually wasn't...that bad. Taking control of the conversation well...it didn't sound that bad. It made sense actually. Vincent obviously wasn't going to be the one to do it. But her only question was why did Zack care so much what she said to Vincent or did with him? And it seemed to be the same vice versa. Maybe he was a stalker or some sort, that or a match maker. Ok, scratch that last one. It didn't seem that reasonable. " Thanks.." he watched as the male stood up and made his way back to Emily. Well at least he had given her a bit of helpful advice and she could appreciate that.

It was as she watched the man walked away that she began to think. Why in the world did she want to make friends with Vincent in the first place? He didn't seem like the type of person to make friends that easily anyway. She was surprised that him and Zack were actually friends. Sure it actually seemed like something of a forced friendship (( Zack being the friend and Vincent getting dragged around )) but it was one that had a lot of trust behind it. And sure, Vincent seemed like he was annoyed by the man most of the time, or at least thats what she had seen so far, but he cared. He didn't want to show it but he did care. When it came to her he just seemed kind of...uncomfortable. She wasn't at all intimidating, she would have laughed at anyone who said otherwise, and she hadn't done anything wrong, as far as she knew anyway. Maybe he did like people trying to get to know him , which was exactly what she was trying to do. Or actually she was just trying to figure out what was so odd about him. She didn't know why exactly, but, she was.

Grabbing her purse and standing up to go tell Emily she was stepping out for a minute only the girl made her way into the kitchen. Or at least she tried to anyway. Instead of getting here she was flooded by people and carried out into the living room, the word knife reaching her ears followed by the faint coppery scent of blood. Oh great, someone had gotten cut. As much as she would have loved to see who it was she was instead being thrown around in the sea of people towards the back of the room and ended up staying there for a minute. Small people really couldn't make their way through larger people, it just didn't work. Luckily though Emily had managed to grab her from the side and pull her into a less congested area and managed to get into the kitchen. " What happened exactly?" " Honestly or some sort of lie?" " What do you think? " " Ok, ok. So...Vincent kinda sorta got cut, gutted, knife put through him, what ever you wanna call it." Ok so the lie might have been better. Would have made her worry a hell of a lot less.

" Is he ok? Has some one called an ambulance?" " No." " Why not?" " That's a good question actually." Aaliyah frowned, resting her head against her friends chest, shaking her head a bit. " Well look at it this way, it could be a lot worse." " How so?" " Well he could have been killed." Well that was one way to look at it. Removing her head from her friends chest she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, frowning a bit. This was why she didn't like to come to parties. Stuff could happen and it was rarely ever pleasant. " I think Zack wants you." " Hm?" She turned around to look at the male, taking a minute to realize just what he was doing. She couldn't go check on Vincent it was none of her business and yet she was worried anyway. " I'm going to go check on him ok?" " Got it." With that Aaliyah left the kitchen and back into the stream of people, not quite making it to her destination. Instead of getting to his room she was actually pushed back, again. Damn it! That would have to stop, really, it would. That or she would have to grow taller but she didn't see that happening within the next couple of hours.

Frowning the girl leaned back against the wall, trying to figure out what she would do. That was until she heard the balcony door opening. She didn't have to look to know who it was though. And for once instead of having to go through a sea of people to get to where she wanted to go it was actually pretty clear. Taking in a deep breath the girl made her way over to the door, opening it slowly and stepping out into the night air. It was a lot nicer out here. The night air was clear rather then filled with the smell of alcohol and sweat. It wasn't loud at all. And there was room enough to breathe. But she wasn't out here to get away, she was out here to check on someone. Leaning back against the door lightly she simply watched for a moment, her hands twiddling her fingers lightly behind her back. Well, like Zack said, she had to take control because he certainly wasn't going to. " So I'll take a guess and say that this is why you don't host parties that often, or at all actually. If I had to take a guess I'd say that this entire thing wasn't you're idea in the first place." She was rambling on and it really wasn't needed. If anything she needed to hurry up and ask her question already. " Are you ok? I'm sure you've been asked that a lot already but I wanted to make sure for myself." Not exactly a way to take control but it was something.

 

[Relix]

Vincent turned his head slightly when the female came out onto the balcony. Listening to hear if she had to say anything, his head turning back to his book before peeking up once more when she began to talk. In reality, she was the second person to ask. Zack asked somewhat but it really didn't matter. The wound would heal faster then it would if it was inflicted on a human. Turning his eyes to meet her's, Vincent gave her a smile. "I'm fine, thank you for asking." Closing the book slowly, "Yeah, that was actually the first time that its happened in my place. This party wasn't my idea, nor would I have ever let this many people in if it was." Shrugging softly, "But, that is Zack for you. Anyone who stands out, he'll invite over." Chuckling softly, squinting slightly as he sat up some. "I take it that this isn't something you wanted to be here for either." Motioning for her to sit down in the chair in the corner, "Please, take a seat. Much cooler out here then it is in there. Not as muggy nor confined." Giving her one more smile before his eyes turned back to the view of Paris.

"One thing I do say is that I've seen better days. The wound isn't as bad as everyone in their thinks." Vincent spoke, pausing slightly. "The tip of the blade hit then drug across. Not enough to pierce skin and cause major harm." Shrugging softly, "If it gets worse, I'll stitch it up later. I have a kit in my room, if I can't get it. I'll go to the hospital." Letting out a small laugh, Vincent hadn't been to a hospital in a very long time. Not at all in this decade. "My friend has taken quite and interest in Emily. That is really surprising. He's more of the multiple one nighters." Letting out a small laugh, "I apologize, I'm not the social one of the group. I tend to say, apologize, or explain what Zack is doing, what he means or how he acts." Its his fault, majorly. Vincent wasn't a talkative, out-going person. Not since Victoria. "But yes, its good to have company for once. Zack gets really old, really fast."

Vincent looked over to the female, his gaze breaking off of the city. "You seem to not want to be here either." Breaking a small silence that settled down over them, "Emily and yourself a female version of Zack and myself?" He asked, laughing softly. It'd be quite funny if it were true, just seemed that way. She was the quiet one, Emily seemed to be the outgoing, do whatever as long as it was fun type. "What to do you think? Similar or just coincidence?" Vincent himself, thought it was coincidence. Just a time and place thing for them to meet up. Scratching his chin softly, the male sat up somewhat. "There is something I want to ask." Pausing for a slight second, "What exactly are you out here for? Vacation? College trip?" He asked softly, head turning back to the city. The male himself went to college once... way back when it was first starting. Didn't enjoy it all that much so he dropped out immediately.

Scratching the back of his head, Vincent was thinking about how to start a conversation and let it hold for more then a mere fifteen seconds. But that wouldn't happen because of Zack, the person who just barraged onto the balcony. "Well hello!" The male shouted. "Whatcha talking about? Hmm? Hmm? Can I talk with you guys? Hmm? Hmm?" The male asked, like a little child. Laughing softly, "I'm sorry. I'll leave you two alone. I'll close the blinds just incase you two start doing stuff you aren't supposed to let other people see." Zack spoke, laughing hysterically on his way back into the apartment. Watching the blinds close, Vincent sighed. "He makes it really awkward at the worst times... At times, he makes me wish I didn't know him." Shaking his head softly, "Again, I apologize for how he acts. He thinks the stuff he does in public is what other people do, also." Turning his head to look at the female, Vincent was curious to know what she had on her mind. "Have any questions? The way you are looking, its like you're trying to look into my soul..." The male spoke, letting out a small laugh before shaking his head.

 

[ZexyDei]

" You're welcome. Though, no need to really say thank you...Just seemed like the right thing to do." Wasn't it always polite to ask a person if they were ok after they had gotten hurt? That or it was just a way to show a person they cared. And she cared kinda...for some reason. She had just met him so she shouldn't have felt any real feelings or concern for the man, and yet she did. " Figured as much." she murmured in response to his comment on the party. Ok so she had called the party thing right. Not that she was surprised. After all, Vincent really didn't seem like the person to invite tons of loads people into his household and allow them to run a muck. He seemed as if he would much rather be the type of person to sit and read a book all night rather then drink to the point where he didn't remember anything he did the night before. Zack on the other hand...yeah, that seemed like the kind of thing Zack would do on a weekly basis just because he was bored. That or because he was looking or someone to keep him company for the right of the night. Or a few people. Girls actually, a few girls. But taking the mans advice she took a seat, removing her high heels, and bringing her legs up under her so she would be comfortable.

Who kept a hit to sew up wounds in their bedroom? Sure her dad did, but that was because his dad was a military man and forced him to learn a couple of things. Stitching up a wound behind one of them. He taught her but thats only because she wanted to learn. She was little and she thought it looked kinda cool, the needles anyway. Back then she liked anything that was sharp and pointy, she still did actually, but that was her own little secret. She couldn't help but to laugh as she heard him apologize. He did that and it was kinda funny. He was apologizing for the person that would probably never apologize for himself. Explaining the others actions when he probably never thought about doing such a thing. " I don't mind keeping you company. You're doing the same for me right now. I love Emily but at things like this I know its better if I let her do her thing. She can go out and be the little butterfly she is and I'm just going to wait like a rock for her to finish up." Thats just how it was and she was just fine with that.

A small tint of red could be seem on her face as he mentioned her not wanting to be here. Was it really that obvious? She didn't want it to be but when she was doing nothing but sitting around and watching the clock that didn't exactly say 'I'm happy to be here.'. " Yeah...no. Parties aren't my thing. Or at least not parties like this." The types of parties she went to weren't as loud and didn't have as much alcohol involved. Wine yes but it was never enough to get someone seriously drunk to the point where they started doing stupid things. And they were normally related to some kind of art, may it be music, theater, or some kind of hard drawn, made, or painted art. The kinds of things she actually enjoyed. As for the her and Emily, Zack and Vincent thing well...It was a coincidence. It couldn't be anything else right? As for why she was here question, that required a lot less thought. " Coincidence. Purely coincidence. What I'm here for though well, yeah, college trip. Theater group decided to do something special so we raised the money to come to Paris and for the next three months we're here." And hopefully she'd had at least one day that didn't involve doing something weird, crazy, or wild.

Once more time the girl found herself nearly jumping out of her skin because of Zack. Did he enjoy just randomly walking in on people? So far it had seemed like it was a pass time of his or something. No matter how annoyed she was, or well not annoyed, more so amused, as the man came out of the house and made his way onto the balcony, as loud as he wanted to be. Attempting to be funny but kinda failing in that department. instead he just made this really awkward. It was already odd but now well...when someone mentions you and another person doing things no one else should see it kinda did that. " It's....ok. But I'm not going to argue with the fact that he does make things awkward. He's good at that kind of thing isn't he?" She chuckled, leaning back in the chair a bit, her fingers lightly messing with the end of her skirt. But it looked like Zack wasn't the only person who could make things awkward because Vincent did just that when he asked his own question. " Well not your soul exactly but I am a bit curious about a few things. I mean, this is probably going to sound rude so I apologize in advance but there's something...Well, theres something about you and Zack that just doesn't seem right. Something about the two of you that's completely and totally off and I don't know what it is. And you well, once again I apologize for saying this because its a little rude, you just don't seem like. Actually never mind that." She wasn't going to lie about what she was thinking but at the same time wasn't going to tell the man he seemed like it didn't belong here. That was just strange.

 

[Relix]

The girl was both right and wrong. If they were mere humans, they wouldn't be there. He would've died ages ago, but, they are vampires and unfortunately. They don't die by old age. Vincent nodded his head softly, "Oh no, please, don't apologize for what you have to say to get your point across. I have thick skin, nothing really cuts deep." Vincent laughed softly, "I didn't mean to make a pun from what happened in tonight's event. That was just coincidence." The male laughed a bit more, patting his stomach until a sharp pain ran through his body. "Ohh..." He mumbled slowly, though he was a vampire. Some of the wounds do still hurt after it has happened. "That area will be tender for a while... unfortunately." Shaking his head softly at his decision to pat his stomach, pure genius for his case. "Now, let me ask you this. Do you believe there is something deep down in everyone, even you, that just doesn't seem right to another person?" Stretching somewhat, the way he sat on the railing wasn't very comfortable but the male usually did it from time to time to get the best view of the city.

The only thing the male could do with this female in conversation that ask about information about themselves, was lie. He simply couldn't just come out and be like, 'Well, you see, I'm weird because I'm a vampire. I seem like I don't belong here because my mindset is still living in ages ago.' Just wasn't how someone could hold a conversation and the person believe they were actually sane. The male was, in that short amount of time, growing to enjoy her company. Someone different then Zack would definitely grow on you quick if you were around that guy for long periods of time. "If this helps in any way possible. Zack's mom died in a tragic fire when he was younger, the boy who is now Zack for the longest period of time wasn't who he is today. He was a quiet, drawn in. Like you and I." Rubbing the back of his neck softly. "And as his childhood went along, it only got worse. It seemed like anywhere he went, the person taking care of him died." Vincent spoke, his tone growing low. "Thats where I come in." Rubbing his neck once more before sighing softly, "You see. My mother took Zack in when he was around six years old. He had already had five previous homes over the course of the year, each resulting in some traumatic death." Vincent let out a small laugh, "My mother was next in line."

Letting out another sigh, "She died by a fire. Like Zack's mother. Violent fire. She had suffered a stab wound to the stomach, then as she backed up in shock. Her elbow hit, at the time, one of those old lamps that use gas to produce light. Knocked that over, landing on fur rug lad down underneath the table. Zack and I were able to get out, but, my mom didn't." Shrugging softly, "Since then, we've just been on our own. Taking care of one another. Then just it switched roles, Zack was more open and I became drawn in." Through the story, Vincent stared out over Paris, not daring to make eye contact in hopes of not ruining his attempt at making her believe. "So, in the end, that is how it is today." Vincent laughed softly, "I'm not even sure if that was what you were looking for. The only thing that really came to mind when you say 'something doesn't seem right.' Not quite sure what you mean." Head turning slowly to meet her's.

Giving her a small smile, just to show that he wasn't upset by the story he just made up. The fire and the stab wound weren't made up, that is what happened to Victoria. Vincent remember it as the clear night sky, how she greeted him then he just took her life without even thinking. Vincent shook his head softly, if he didn't stop his mind from thinking about the incident then he'd be sitting there until the morning. Completely ignoring the female, but, that wasn't what he wanted to do. "So, was that what you were looking for or is it not what you are looking for?" Vincent asked softly, "Really, don't think if you ask a question it will offend me. I'm really not that sensitive about someone asking questions and the way the question is asked." If that made any sense whatsoever, he was trying to get across that no matter what she said in her question, the male wouldn't get offended. "So, please, continue with your questions. No matter what they are. I will answer them to the best of my knowledge."

 

[ZexyDei]

Well she was glad that he gave her clearance to ask anything. Or well he gave her clearance not to apologize, which she probably still would anyway. After all she was the type of person to apologize when ever she walked into a chair. It was kinda funny but at the same time a tad on the pathetic side. A lot more then a tad actually but what ever. She felt herself moving to get up when she heard his discomfort but then stopped. She was going to ask if she could see it and ask if he was really ok one more time but then decided against it. After all it would be a little odd if she went over and lifted up his shirt just to check on his wound. Now that she thought about it if she did something like that Zack would probably walk in and say something to say something that was already awkward, see them, and say something that would probably be worse then everything he had said so far. That was the last thing she wanted. I think I'll stay in my seat. Yeah, that seemed like the best option. Or at least the lest embarrassing one.

The girl placed her purse down beside her, her hands resting in her lap and messing with the ends of her skirt a bit as she listened to the male speak. The was uncomfortable for two reasons at the moment. The first being it was a little nippier out here then she had anticipated and she was in a skirt. She was not a very comfy woman right now. So she kept attempting to move around in her chair an an attempt to get comfortable. Right now she had her head resting on one arm, her back in the seat, and her legs hanging over the edge. Not the best thing for her neck but what ever. The fact that she had to listen to a sad story, something she wasn't all that fond of. When ever she heard a story that was sad, or anywhere near depressing she got all emo on the inside and a little gloomy. So to avoid this she normally just tuned the person telling the story out if she could but right now...she couldn't. As much as she wanted to something in her body just wouldn't allow her to, maybe because it just wouldn't be right. So she sat, or well laid, and she listened, taking in the lies the man fed her. It was a little hard to imagine him and Zack switching places. The thought of Zack being anything close to reserved was just a bit too odd.

Well he didn't mind telling her the story as much as she minded hearing it, but she didn't say anything about it. Instead she traced small circles on her legs, her eyes focused up on the night sky above. It wasn't exactly what she was looking for but she wasn't sure exactly what she was looking for, what she wanted him to say. But that wasn't it, she knew that. It might help her in some way later on but right now that was nothing she really desired to know. It only made her a little upset. Letting out a small sigh she turned her attention to the man, not entirely sure what to say. " Well I have to get the questions together in my head first. The last thing I said didn't make much since, or I wasn't specific enough. To be honest I don't know what I want to know about you that would help satisfy my curiosity. Maybe the more I'm around you the sooner I'll figure out what I want to know. I have a time limit but hopefully I'll figure something out before then." Yeah...probably not. Little did she know that odd thing she felt about him wasn't something she would have ever guessed, or expected for that matter.

Aaliyah had to admit, she didn't want to spend her entire night prying into the mans personal life. She was curious but not to the point where she would be noisy. Bending her back a little more she grabbed her purse from beside the chair she placed the item on her stomach, rummaging through it. Well for she might as well try and get her thoughts together but in the mean time...Her phone rang, not what she was reaching for but ok. " Excuse me for just a minute." she grabbed the small device from her bag, My Chemical Romance's Vampire's Will Never Hurt You playing as the ring tone. If she knew what the man so close to her was it probably would have been funny. " Hello?" "Victoria!" The girl removed the phone from her ear, cringing a bit as her mother yelled her name. "Do you have to do that?" " Well I'm just glad your alive you didn't call back." Crap...she didn't. That meant this could be one really long conversation if she didn't do something about it. " Listen mom. As much as you want to yell at my about how happy you are I didn't crash I have to go.." " Why?" " I'm talking to someone." " A guy?" her mom wanted her to get laid just as much as Emily did so she could have grandchildren. Most mothers didn't want that from their twenty one year old daughters. But her mom was just...out there. " Yes mom..." " And he's a living, breathing guy with a heart beat?" Once again, would have been a little funny if she knew what Vincent was. " Yes...Can I call you later before you say something that makes me want to throw my phone?" And at the end of that sentence the side of the line went dead. Why couldn't she do that any other time? " Sorry about that..." shoving the device back into her pocket, taking out her sketch book and pencils. Would it be rude to draw while talking to a person? Maybe but she needed something to do to get her creative juices flowing. So she opened up a blank page and looked to the man a few feet on her. Well he was something to draw and so she started. " But let me say now I honestly don't want to ask you that many questions. I don't want to be a snoop."

 

[Relix]

Vincent didn't intend to listen in on the conversation... but, he just got hooked when the woman's voice on the other line yelled Victoria. Was that his mind playing tricks or does this girl hide behind an alias? Giving a small laugh, Vincent shook off her apology. "Its fine, don't worry. That woman sounded like a mother if I've ever heard one before." The male replied softly, watching her remove the pad and pencils. Maybe the thought of her being the Victoria he once knew was closer to being a real thing than he thought. Same name, same shape, same everything... Either really, really strange coincidence. Vincent laid out still for the female to draw, he assumed she was drawing him since she was turned facing him. "Its fine really. Ask anything you want. Being snoopy would be going through my bedroom if I was to walk away from you." Pausing softly, "That is snoopy. Asking questions is more of getting to know someone. Wouldn't you agree?" Vincent asked, his eyes still staring at the view of Paris.

The male wasn't jumpy or nervous... he was just thinking over how to ask what her name really was. From the phone call she received, it seemed like Victoria. "How long have you been an artist?" Vincent asked, laughing quickly after. "You turn to draw me so the score is even?" The male inquired. Vincent thought it was funny, the male drew Victoria... his Victoria. Come a few days later, 'Aaliyah' is now drawing him. Such a coincidence. The world is full of them. For the most part Vincent sat still, every now and again he'd shift because of the pain dwelling in his stomach. He didn't believe it'd hurt this much... hell, he didn't think it'd hurt at all. He'd wince and squint his eyes every once in a while, but for the most part, Vincent kept quiet. The only thing Vincent really didn't like about how he was at the moment, was how he was laid out across the railing. It was pretty interesting how he could lay across with nothing on the sides of him and not fall off the railing, which would lead straight down to the ground thirty feet below. He dared Zack to do it a few times, but, that male never had. Says he never will either. Something about him not having much balance or something.

Scratching his chin quickly, Vincent turned his head to look at 'Aaliyah'. "This will probably seem really stalkery and everything, but, is your name actually Aaliyah?" Vincent grew quiet instantly after he asked his question. Attempting to figure out how to say what he wanted to next. "I mean.. I wasn't trying to overhear your conversation but the voice on the other line particularly screamed another name then the one you gave me." Vincent once again grew quietly, "I mean, I completely understand if you didn't tell me your actually name because we both are strangers to one another." Quickly rubbing the back of his neck, Vincent sighed. He had no clue how he wanted to say what he did. Everything was just coming out in one very confused manner. "What I'm trying to say is. I am curious to see if your name is actually Victoria. If so, I understand why. Giving your actual name to someone, who you probably assumed to never see again, wasn't really part of the question."

If Vincent was ever given something, someone would probably give him something reflecting how he really didn't make much sense while trying to explain what he previously said. Rubbing his chin softly, "I'm just going to stop trying to explain what I meant. I seemingly can't explain what I mean but can explain my friend Zack's actions like nothing." Shaking his head softly, Vincent let out a laugh. "Go ahead. You can say it. You find me awkward, weird and confusing." Smiling softly, the male brought his eyes back forward. "I'd leave here." The male spoke, tone going to more serious. "I just can't." Shrugging, "I feel out of place. Really out of place, but, the view when the sun is going down, which has past by now of course, over Paris is simply astounding. Then when the city begins to light up for the night. Just drags me in." Letting out a small sigh, "I used to draw and paint out here, roughly around the time of sunset. Just because that when I felt the feeling of being normal.." He spoke, brain really didn't catch that he was talking to 'Aaliyah' and not Zack. He's uttered that phrase to Zack a few times. Now, it was just the thought of her catching what he said and her asking what he meant.

 

[ZexyDei]

" I suppose that would be one version of snooping. But that can also be called stalking, or being really perverted, or obsessed. And last I checked I don't think I was any of those over you." Not saying that there wasn't reason to be. Because there was plenty of reasons to be each of those things with this man. He was attractive, a gentleman, and wasn't perverted. The first one was nice but the last two were really important to her. She hadn't met a gentleman in awhile, or at least not one that was under the age of forty...Older people it was easy to find polite men and women, with younger people, not so much. that was probably the man reason she didn't date, because she couldn't find a man that 1. Could keep his eyes to her face and no where other then that, 2. Was actually polite, and 3. She felt as if she could trust. She hated dated a couple of people who she through could do all three of those things but it turns out they failed. Epically failed. Vincent on the other thing was all three of those things and didn't seem fake about any of it and she could respect that.

" How long?" she tapped a pencil against her chin lightly, thinking about an answer. " My mom says since I was really little but I didn't really start doing anything I could take seriously until I entered high school.." But that wasn't by choice either. Her mother had wanted her to take an art class so had written it on her schedule when she wasn't looking and turned it in the school. After that she was stuck there. She kinda hated it at first but then realized she was actually pretty good at it...As for his next question well, that made her blush. " Honestly? Well I wouldn't say even..." It might not have been a good idea for him to tell them that she had drawn him last night but..." Let's just put it this way, I owe you one more picture of me and then we're even." She'd show him the picture later. Maybe...Actually no, no she wouldn't. The last thing he probably wanted to see was himself in seventeenth century regal clothing. But she'd focus on the here and now for the moment. She needed to hurry up and finish up this picture so he could get down and then she'd check his stomach, weird looking or not.

She looked up once more, her head titled to the side a bit. " I know you weren't trying to over hear. My mom just has a set of lungs that can rival that of an opera singers so I would be surprised if you didn't hear it. But no, it's not." The next thing he said about her not telling him because they were pretty much strangers was both true and false. But she listened to him, obviously trying to work something out in his head about her real name. Why did it matter so much? Now that she thought about it though Zack had mentioned something earlier about a woman named Victoria and how she looked nothing like her, Vincent on the other hand seemed to disagree. " But yes, my real name is Victoria but that's not what I like to go by." Placing her page marker on the current page in her book she closed it, placing her pencils down and moving so she was standing right beside the man. " I didn't tell you because we're complete and total strangers, that was part of the reason but not all of it. You see, I never really liked the name Victoria. When I was born the woman that helped my mother give me birth called me Aaliyah when she first saw me. My dad liked the name, mom didn't. So I ended up getting named Victoria but my dad always called me Aaliyah. I always liked it better so I just started going by it." She had always felt that the name Victoria was a bit...well, to good or her, that it didn't really belong to her. A name didn't "along" to a single person so it was a bit crazy but thats how she felt. " But when I get to know a person really well, or when I meet someone I can trust I'll tell them my real name so I treat it like a secret of some sort, sometimes they call me by my real name and others just stick with Aaliyah. That's what Emily did. Dunno why though, I'm just weird like that. If you want to call me Victoria though you can, I wouldn't mind."

She couldn't help but to laugh as he explained how he couldn't explain his actions at all. It was true, he couldn't. But that was ok, she didn't want him to. But she placed her hands behind her back, taking in what he said. She didn't find him weird, awkward, or confusing, she did agree with the fact that he seemed out of place but she was ok with that. She kinda liked that. " Normal hm?" She placed her hand on his shoulder lightly, just enough so he wouldn't fall anyway. " I'm going to check on you're cut ok? But just know that I don't think you're weird, awkward, or confusing. I think you're honest, sweet, and a gentleman. But even if you were all those other things I'd still like you anyway." With her free hand she reached down, checking at the door to make sure no one was coming before lifting up his shirt a little bit. It didn't look terrible or too bad. It looked like it was healing pretty quickly actually. A little weird but ok. "Why aren't you normal now? If you don't mind me asking."

 

[Relix]

Vincent cocked a brow as she approached him, hand lifting up his shirt that cover the cut. Chuckling a bit at what she had to say, "Alright, that makes me feel better." Atleast there wasn't a need to worry about her feeling awkward around him, which in turn, would make him feel awkward around her. Maybe it was her... somehow. It felt like it. Felt really like this girl standing before him was somehow Victoria reincarnated. "Well, I will call you what you want me to call you. If you dislike the name Victoria, I shall continue to call you Aaliyah." The male replied, giving her a smile after moving his shirt down back over his cut. "It'll bruise, I feel it." Chuckling softly, "Feel really tender and sore, come tomorrow, my whole stomach will be black and blue." The male spoke head turning to look at her, "Has anyone ever told you that you have a calming touch?" The male didn't know how to describe it, but, her touch made it feel like Victoria was living once again and right next to him. That isn't true. Its coincidence. Pure coincidence. Vincent thought to himself, how could it even be possible? Not like she knew how to wield and use a sword, not like she knew how to command a ship. Vincent even doubted everything. He had to.

"Ah, you heard that.." The male replied softly to her question. Well, its either tell her or make up something on how you believe you have something that makes you different from her. Vampire or another lie? Tough choice. "No, please. Ask any question you want, and I will answer." Smiling softly, "I don't know how to describe it, actually. Have you ever went to a place and knew from the moment you got there that you'd never fit in?" Vincent asked softly, sitting up slowly. Swinging his legs to hang on the inside of the railing, back to nothing. So, if he was pushed, he'd fall to the ground below. "I've lived in Paris for about four years now. It just seems that I will never fit in. I'm looked at like an outsider, even Zack.. the male who grew up with me and has no will power to control his hormones looks at me like I'm different." That last part was a lie, they both were the same. He never got those looks because he is so outgoing. It wasn't that Vincent got looks because of his skin color, he wasn't horribly pale white. It just wasn't tan. He couldn't. Being a vampire never allowed him to.

"I don't know. I just don't feel right here. Just not me." Which was the truth, if he could have it his way. Pirates would still be around, Vincent wanted... craved for the sea once more. Just like he craved to be with Victoria once more. Vincent let out a long sigh. For whatever reason, the male just didn't want to think about it. "I'm sorry. Lately, it feels like everything is going no where. Being friends with Zack, everything just takes it toll on you." Shaking his head lightly, something just felt like it was pushing its way out. Moving past his current state of mind. Vincent slid down from the railing, placing his feet on the concrete balcony. The female now standing next to him since sitting up from the rail. "Ever get that feeling? Like you're stuck?" Vincent asked causal, though, he could feel his body craved to touch Victoria, and not his Victoria. "I usually get it when I paint. I go through many boards.. just by sitting there and trying to think of something. I'll get started, feel stuck then throw it out." Shaking his head softly as he moved his hand to his forehead, rubbing softly before running his hand through his hair. Moving his hand down back to the railing, Vincent felt warm texture rather then the cold metal railing.

Looking down to his hand, moving it quickly off of the female's hand. "Sorry about that." The male spoke quickly, laughing somewhat. "When did you plan to finish that drawing?" The male asked, turning his head to face her. "You stopped to check my wound, I'm not really wanting to keep you from not finishing." Vincent laughed, rubbing the back of his head. Biting at his lip, the thought of coming out to her about everything was strong. That is just too weird, though right? It has to be. He didn't think it'd be something to just come out and say, just 'Oh hey. I'm a vampire, I believe you are a lover of mine from a past time. I'm strongly attracted to you and yeah.' That is way overboard on creepy. "Let me ask you a question." Pausing for a slight second, "Do you believe in possibilities of being born again?" Vincent probably seemed really crazy with this question, but, he wanted to know her belief. "I mean, myself.. anything is possible. I'm just curious to hear what you think." Of course, for Vincent ANYTHING was possible. He's been living for ages upon ages. He can't even recall the number.

"Please, if you feel awkward about the question, don't answer. I'm not going to harm if you don't answer." Giving her a small reassuring smile, "Its just.. you are the first person to actually talk to about anything. Zack won't have any of it and I just need a new friend.. I guess." Vincent hoped possibly more then that.. if she'd allow it. "Let me know if I'm talking crazy. I'm literally everywhere right now." It was true, the male didn't know what to think. His body wanted her. His mind wanted to tell her what he was. He wanted to believe he had his Victoria back.. he just couldn't and finally, his body was crying out for some company. Just felt that soon, he was going to break down. Which probably wouldn't be good... for her.

 

[ZexyDei]

She had a calming touch? Well she hadn't heard that one before but ok, she'd accept that. " Thanks." She felt a little happy that he said that actually. To her it meant that he didn't fell as awkward around her anymore. Or at least the feeling bad been pushed aside for the time being. After all, that was the kind of thing you would say to a person you knew wouldn't feel odd about it. That or she was reading into this a bit to much. It was probably that but she could have her own thoughts on the matter. After all, in an incredibly short amount of time she had come to feel comfortable around him. And actually trust him, which was the truly weird thing about this entire ordeal. She couldn't recall the last time she had been able to trust a person so much so quickly, not even Emily. With her it had taken a couple of weeks but finally the blond managed to break around Aaliyah's barrier and they were able to form a really close friendship their freshmen year of college. And with Vincent she had his odd feeling that sh could trust him that he wouldn't hurt her. Of course that was shadowed by a feeling that she needed to be careful. She had no clue why though.

Had she ever felt like she would never fit in some where? Of course! High school and college, more so college then anything else though. Mainly because she would know absolutely no one except for her cousin Maggie, but that was the price she would have to pay for going to school out of state. And when she first got there she felt really alone and didn't think she'd actually ever make it. Three years later she was doing just fine and had a group of friends who she could actually call family. Couldn't get any better then that. " Different? Different is a good thing." It's what made people unique from one another. It was just finding people who respected and loved those differences, if a person could do that then they had a friend. " Allow me to give you a bit of advice. You are never going to just automatically go some where and fit in, life just doesn't work that way for all people. Some people can go anywhere and find people that they click with immediately, Emily can, I know I can't. So people like us, people who can't just snap and fit in with everyone else have to do is make ourselves fit in somewhere. We have to actually work at it and try. Might fail a couple of times but the end result is always worth it."

If he didn't feel right here wouldn't the question be where he felt like he did belong. She didn't see the point of staying some where she thought she didn't belong. If anything it only put more stress on her, or in this case him. And why do that to yourself? " Yes I get that feeling...I just get it at random times." Drawing, painting, when doing her homework on occasion, when she was thinking about some things. She came to a point where she felt stuck. Like she couldn't move forward, like she was doing something wrong. Of course this led to hours of her wondering why she felt this way but then she could never come up with a good answer. A small blush ad made its way onto the females cheeks as she felt his hand on top of hers. It was oddly cold, but she didn't really mind. It only forced her to wonder if the male beside her ever got warm seeing how he was just as cold a couple nights ago when they had walked into one another. " It's ok, no need to apologize..." Seeing how he was off the railing she took a moment to get on. Turning around she placed her hands against the cold metal and lifted herself up, taking a seat now. This was really cold to, and that she had to admit, wasn't exactly natural seeing how Vincent had just been laying on it. It should have at least been a little warm. Was he cold blooded or something?

" I'll finish my drawing a soon as your stomach stops hurting ok? I'm not going to put you through any amount of pain just for a picture." Yes, people had to suffer for their art but she didn't believe in letting other people suffer for someone elses art. " Until then feel free to paint me one more time so we can be even. Just tell me when you want to and I'll be more then happy to do what ever you want me to do." It was only fair after all. She had drawn two pictures of him, though one was uncompleted at the moment so it would only be fair to let him paint her one more time. Making sure her hands were steady on the railing she began to rock back and forth a bit, stopping momentarily as the wind decided to blow. Did she believe in people being born again? Well the thought of being reincarnated was something she had always found interesting. " Growing up where I grew up Vincent you tend to have a really open mind about anything and everything." Which wasn't at all a lie. You could be closed minded to it all but that just wasn't any fun now was it?

It was as he went on to explain himself that she laughed. She couldn't really help it. He didn't seem to know what he wanted to do or make since of. It was kinda funny. Reaching over she cupped the males cheek in her hand, her thumb stroking across the cold skin. " First, how about you try to get your thoughts together? I don't know what's buzzing around in your head but it has caused you to be all over the place these past few minutes. And thats fine but it might be a bit better for you if you had everything together in your head. As for your question though, yes I believe in reincarnation. My mom always said I was probably here a couple hundred years ago seeing how I was such an odd little girl." No five year old could ever handle a knife the way she could, and it wasn't a kitchen knife either. That and the fact that she had very little tolerance for people that decided not to listen to her, may it have been and adult or another child. If they didn't want to listen she made them listen and do as she asked. " Anyway, believe it or not I have a pretty open mind about a lot of things. If you don't believe me then just try me."

 

[Relix]

That was acceptable, her not finishing until the male was done hurting. Vincent laughed softly, "I will keep that in mind, thank you." He replied about letting her know when he needed to paint her next so then it was even. Vincent wasn't really sure when the next time he'd want to paint her. He's always been up and down about painting. He enjoyed it, yes but, he rarely ever got himself to sit down and paint. Usually always came up after something interesting, like bumping into this female a few nights ago. So, he'd really have to keep an eye out for the signs of when he will, just so he can get her over to model for him. With what she had been saying, Vincent was glad that she did believe in being born again. Only because Vincent felt that this was his Victoria from ages ago. Though, he feared he'd never know.. not until he took her to a few places. See if she can get what was meant to do without being showed or told what to do.

Vincent laughed softly, what she had asked him was easier said then done. It wasn't really his thoughts that were conflicting, it was him. His conscience told him to tell her what he was, while also, telling her that he believed that she was reborn from his lover of many years ago. His body was just a whole other situation, which mainly lead to them being alone with nothing on. Vincent, as a whole, was conflicted. "I will get it my best shot." Vincent replied, feeling her thumbs stroke his cheeks. Heart skipping a beat here and there, he didn't know why. The male wanted to believe that she was his Victoria, but in that lied the problem. If by any chance this female was his Victoria, Vincent would treat her like she remembered everything.. not thinking twice about she never knowing anything about the past. He'd treat it and look at her for who she was, not who she is. That was the problem of him thinking about that. Though, that wouldn't stop Vincent. Not right now, at least. Feeling her continue to stroke her thumbs against his skin, Vincent moved in front of her. Sliding in between her legs while she sat on the railing, his hands moving to her thighs. Stopping once his legs pressed against the metal of the rail, his body barely a few inches from her's. Moving his head closer, Vincent moved his head toward her's, slowly until his lips met with her's. His hands slowly moving from her thighs, moving across then down to the railing as he pushed deeper into the kiss.

"Hey, Vin." Zack spoke as he peeped out of the door to the balcony. Oh, how a good day dream was just ruined. How it felt real. How Vincent wished it was real. "Yes?" The male replied, not bothering to look toward him. "I'm running out to go get more booze, I'll be back in a few." "Alright." And with that it was back to the two of them out on the balcony. Just try her? There's so much that he'd like to tell her. Just didn't know how to. Well, he did. The male was just afraid of her reaction. Vincent had a strong urge to show her the book he was reading, it was mainly about him and Victoria written by an author Vincent helped fund during that time. The only thing that was different was their names. Even then, Vincent wasn't sure. The male wanted to believe but didn't want to believe.

Vincent took a deep breath in, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling. "Apologies, just trying to clear my mind and get control of my urges." The male spoke, laughing softly at the last part. His body urged for her, but, the male continued to fight it off. Day dreaming about kissing her? That just an extent of what the male's body was craving. Rubbing the back of his neck slightly, Vincent was trying his best to just simply get everything under control. His hormone's weren't raging to the extent where he wanted her right here, right now, but there were definitely sensible. Vincent brought his hands up to her's, removing them from his face slowly. Placing a kiss on the inside of her right hand, the male placed them down on the rail keeping his hands on the tops of her's. He used to do that to his Victoria all the time, place a kiss on the inside of her hand. It simply melted her away when he did, she was similar to him in the way of being a pirate. She was one, too, but whenever they came across one another. None of that matter, a quick kiss to the hand from Vincent immediately dropped her defenses. "I thank you for being so patient with me. Its tough trying to get everything straightened out in my head to another person."

Letting out a small laugh, "Now, I'm going to wait a few seconds but I want you to answer this in the best way possible for you. Creepy or not. I want an answer." Vincent spoke, his thumbs rubbing the sides of her hands as he, now, stood in front of her. "Do you feel as if we've known each other from a time before?" Vincent felt that this was truly her. Just needed to see if she possibly felt the same thing, if not, then it'd try to lessen the amount of craving he felt for her.

 

[ZexyDei]

" Not a problem." As long as he did it within the next couple of months, which she was sue he would, she was just fine. Now that she thought about it thought just what would she be doing over these next couple of months. She couldn't go to parties every night, Emily probably would, she couldn't do it. Nor could she continue to run into mysterious men along with their perverted friends. That was just a no no. Hopefully tomorrow she'd have a much less exciting day, or one that involved less alcohol anyway. And stabbing, that wasn't to be forgotten. If she got her way she'd be able to finally do a bit of sight seeing and find some place good to eat. That was all she wanted to really do. But if Emily or Zack got involved in any sort of way well...she could count on her plans being foiled. But she wouldn't mind so much if Vincent came along, he was sane enough and wasn't bad company.

" And that's all I ask of you." But of course, if he made the effort or not was completely up to him. All she could do was give him advice, she couldn't really make him do anything. But she was a little surprised at the fact that Vincent didn't fit in any where around here. Paris was a city of art and culture, she couldn't have been mistaken but those were the two things that he seemed like he would like. It shouldn't have been to hard to get into the right circles of people that shared those same interest. But it went back to him actually wanting to do that and having the will power to. If he didn't want to, if he didn't feel as if he could, then he wouldn't. Simple as that. What wasn't so simple was the way she felt when he looked at her for those few moments of silence. It was like he wanted to kiss her. Normally she would have had a problem with any other male that looked at her that way but with Vincent she didn't mind. Probably because well...she wanted to kiss him to. As much as she didn't like the fact she actually wanted the male.

With most women her age they wouldn't have thought it weird to actually want and like another person, but she did. She didn't know why but the thought of wanting someone else always kinda scared her. Actually no, she was afraid of being hurt by the person she cared for. So to avoid ever getting into a situation like that she didn't get into relationships. She would try on occasion, may it be because she wanted to give the person a shot or because the person seemed serious. In the end though all the relationships ended one of two ways. She broke it off or they did something to piss her off and they left before she seriously hurt them. The girl didn't have a quick temper but when she did get angry well...it wasn't the best thing ever. But it was as she sat here with Vincent that she realized that she did...kinda sort of want him and wasn't really afraid of him hurting her, if it were to happen. But she doubted that, the fact she could possibly have a relationship with the man. But it was probably nothing more then a silly urge...

Urges? She couldn't help but to wonder what urges the male had. But that was something that she had no business knowing so she wouldn't bother asking asking about. " It's aright. You should also work on trying not to apologize so much." Though she had no right to tell him that. She to had a small problem with apologizing. She would have loved to say she got it from her mother or her father but that wasn't the case. It was just something she did, something she wished she didn't do actually. Or at least as much. She could feel her cheeks turn a light red as he kissed the inside of her hand, her mind calm down a bit, and her body no longer become tense. What the hell was that? "How many times do I have to tell you that I hate it when you do that?" she whispered, her gaze averted to her legs. Where did that come from though? Not like he had done that before, she would have remembered that and the way it made her feel. Ok so that was a little weird. " And its not a problem. Take as long as you need to get your thoughts in order. I have all night and then some."

Did she feel like they knew each other before? He said he wanted her answer, creepy or not. But the thing was it was a slightly creepy answer and she had known that when she first came to realize it a couple of days ago. " Kinda yeah...I mean, I feel like you're really familiar, like I've met you before. Not sure why though." Judging from his question he felt the same way about her, and knew why. Which would make him a lot better off then her because she had no idea why she felt the way she did, or did and said some of the things she did.

 

[Relix]

The kind of reply the male got from the female after him kissing the inside of her hand was just like he would've got if it was the actual Victoria. Though, Vincent wasn't able to quite get something back in time before Aaliyah had answered his question. The evidence seemed stronger now then it did a bit ago, why would this girl react like Victoria did when he kissed the inside of her hand if it wasn't her reincarnated? What Vincent could think was only about her. It just didn't fit right with him when she said what she did after his action. The only thing he could tell himself was to hold off on assumptions. Just hope for the day that you know for sure, even if it is months from now. I don't think I can do that. I want... I need to know.

A mental sigh passed as she began to speak about her being familiar with him. That is a major push to telling her everything. The what ifs were killing him. What if she was afraid of him? What if she left and never came back? The old Victoria knew what he was, she was never afraid of what he was. Never said a name, kept it between her and himself. Part of him knew this Victoria wouldn't run, wouldn't be afraid. Just the idea of her not being comfortable and exposing him wasn't something that would benefit him. Vincent would have to kill this female or let the ones who come for him kill him. Shaking his head mentally, the male stopped the thought of that. Nothing like that would ever come to happen. At the moment, Vincent was having many urges. Many of which needed to be controlled. His strongest urge was to touch her, but using more then his hands. The male's body craved to feel the skin of another against his... but not just some anybody. Vincent wanted Victoria, new or past.

Vincent moved his hands from her's, coursing them down toward her hips on the rail. Sliding them up from the railing to her hips, then down her thighs to her knees. Pushing her knees apart slowly, Vincent moved closer to her. Vincent stood with her legs at his sides as she sat on the rail. Removing his hands from her knees, the male brought one hand up to her chin, pushing it up slowly. Rubbing his thumb underneath her chin slowly before moving his head in slowly. Soon pushing his lips against her's. Vincent attempted to fight his urge, but, it just seemed right. Too right. He just couldn't help it. Using his hand to pull her deeper into the kiss before moving his hands to her hips. Soon pulling her body closer to his, to the point to where she was barely on the railing. Vincent pulled back slowly, removing his lips from hers. "There's something I need to tell you..." The male whispered softly, his breathing had sped up during the kiss. Breathing in deeply, the male exhaled slowly.

"I'm not what you think I am." He continued after a few seconds pause. "I am not what you are." He continued, "From what I have told you, I've lied. On more then one occasion." Pausing for a second, just so he could get his thoughts moving and then being expressed. "I lied because what I am can cause severe harm to you if the wrong people find out or if you told..." He continued in a soft whisper, breathing in as he moved his forehead to rest against hers. "What I am about to tell you is a secret... for you and I." Taking in another quick breath, "I am a vampire." His hands gripping onto her hips just so she couldn't run if she did get scared, "I intend to cause no harm to you because..." The male didn't want to say what he needed to but felt its best out in the open now. "You once were my lover." That wasn't the hard part, but he was getting to that. "You were my lover... and I was your killer."

"There was a time that you were once a pirate, believe it or not. You were named the same as you are today; Victoria." Removing his forehead softly, "The whisper you told me not too long ago made me know for sure you are the one I loved many ages ago." Just the scary part was which would he love more? Past or present? "And I'm afraid.. I don't know which I will love. Knowing you are the same person I knew ages ago.. or you as yourself in the present." Removing his grip from her hips knowing he was probably hurting her, his hands moving to her cheeks. Rubbing her cheeks softly, "Now, I tell you this because you said you have an open mind about a lot of things. I want to see if this will be one of those things." Vincent was sure all he said was horribly crazy and probably seemed really, really strange right now. "If there is any doubt you have... even about me being a vampire, if you believe they exist. Then check my wound again." He knew that it was completely healed now, it felt completely fine. So, if that didn't make any sense to her, he'd only plead to keep this between them. Tell no one.