Solitude Sucks ((open))

[Vincente Argeneau]

((his posts are going to be a bit weird till I get a hang of him so bare with me >.> open to any ))

Sheets were strewn all around the room, pillows littering the floor and comforter torn almost clear in half, feathers joining the mess, as clear a sign of a bad mood if there ever was one. Luckily the rest of the room had remained unharmed, no holes in the walls this time, the windows still whole and the bed intact other then it's coverings. His rage hadn't spread to the rest of the house either were the maid was cleaning, only to the freshly made bed and it's white linens. Why he had specifically targeted that even he didn't know but he had to admit, it felt good to rip things apart, though after today he wanted to rip up more then just the bed spread. This cure thing was spreading like some damned disease, more and more vampires wanting to be more like the humans. Why? He just didn't understand, to loose all this power, the strength, the lust for blood, everything. Sure it might be nice to be able to see the sun for a moment but that wasn't enough to give up everything else. So he had outlawed it, made taking it punishable by death and yet so many still were drawn towards it like bees to honey. Sadly he hadn't been kidding about killing anyone who sided with the cure, luckily though it was far easier to kill vampires who had taken it. But there were so many and even though there were many who sided with him, including the werewolves sometimes numbers outweigh strength. Now once again the eyes of the traditionalists were on him to see what their next move was. He knew what it was, Daria and the creators of the cure needed to die, their lab burned but that was easier said then done.

He had created more then a few vampires in his years, most he ended up killing as they became a threat. Only about 5 or so remained now, the twins Damian and Daria, Cole and a pair of vampire siblings that lived in the arctic last time he heard from them. Damian and Daria were his greatest disappointment by far, Damian not being on the side of the 'traditionalists' wasn't as bad but his sister, every since being turned was ungrateful and tried to reverse the effects of vampirism.

Maybe the whole point behind his most recent fit of violence was the fact that he couldn't figure out why, he found it hard to see it from their point of view. On top of that Colecte was been gone for almost 6 months and he was beginning to feel anxious, unsure about where exactly she was or why she was there. He hated to admit it but he almost needed her presence around at this point, after being together for so long 6 months apart without a word was more then a little nerve racking. Everything seemed different, he didn't take bleeders anymore, simply drained anyone he could find in the dark alleys and cleaned up, leaving the body there before returning to the suite. Slipping into an almost antisocial state Vincente had sometimes slunk so low as to simply sending someone out to pick up a hooker for him. Now what had brought on this sudden mood change? Well anyone who knew Vincente well enough knew that he suffered from some violent and unpredictable mood swings but this one was a bit different. Most thought it was brought on by Colecte's departure and yes that did play a major role but also knowing he was being like this and yet not doing anything about it was making him frustrated at himself.

Nails rapped against the hard mahogany surface of the antique desk in the hall right beside the open bedroom door, eyes on the mess inside. It wasn't until after the fact did he realize how stupid that had been but right then he really didn't care, all he wanted to do was not think about it. Hands slid to grip the edge of the table, forcing the chair away with a screech as the wood ran across the marble flooring. Standing, Vincente ran his finger through very messy hair in a shot attempt to tame it before simply letting his arm fall limp to his side adn turning to close the door before walking through the halls towards his room. A simply bed that had never really been used, coffin hidden beneath for when the sun came out, dressers and night side tables littered with things he had never used to make it look more human. Dull red eyes surveyed the fake scene with little interest before tailing his fingers along the wall as he made his way towards his closet. Pulling open the doors he wasted no time browsing, simply pulled out some blue jeans, boxers and a black t-shirt with white and blue designs. Everything was done as if he was gone through the motions a million times before. He hung the garments over his shoulder then backed up and closed the door, heading for the bathroom. Dumping the fresh clothes on the floor and shedding his current outfit the second the bathroom door was closed he made quick work for getting into the shower and turning it onto scalding hot.

A quick scrub, some shampoo and a deep conditioner then a rinse and he turned off the shower. It was strange but it felt like he was dreaming, simply going through the motions and waiting to wake up. It was just one of those days probably, he had them every so often. Maybe it was lack of sleep or the fact he hadn't been getting much physical activity, either way it was strange. Arm snaked out to pull a tower off the rack, drying himself off as he stepped out of the shower then dressing slowly.

Bare feet made a strange sticking sound as he headed back down the hall, towel still draped around his shoulders as he tried to dry his hair so it didn't soak the back of his shirt any more then it usually did. The sound of heels on the tile floors in the kitchen alerted him to the presence of the maid, why she wore heels he didn't know but she did a good job and didn't ask any questions even when cleaning up blood. Maybe he fact she was here illegally made her keep her mouth shut, either way he was quite fine with her. She paid him no mind as they passed each other n the hall so he didn't bother to greet her as he usually did, simply continued on his way to the kitchen. Sometimes he wondered why she to came so late at night, when he was usually up but like every other aspect of their 'relationship' he simply didn't ask. Though it was just there more for show then anything he found that it was actually quite entertaining to cook even if he didn't eat. So he kept a well stocked fridge and pantry for just in case the mood to cook settled in or the need to entertain a bleeder for longer then expected. Today he was there for the simple fact that there was a t.v and that he had already eaten. Yes Cole usually frowned on T.V but well she wasn't there so... picking up the remote he flipped it on and looked around. Not wanting to simply sit around he decided to make cookies and started drifting around the kitchen.

[Colecte La Nelle]

(I wasn't fully in character, clearly. Next posts will be better, promise!)


Colecte loved Europe. The air, the smell, the feelings, the sense that important things had happened on that soil. It thrilled her, made her skin tingle, whenever she thought about the thousand of things that could have happened in the small space she stood in. Of course, this feeling only set in after the first time Vincente had her travel away. After that, upon returning to their château just outside of Paris, Cole had turned to the man and swore she would sooner kill herself than leave again. He only tempted her twice from that point, both still in awe at the new found connection they now shared. Neither wanted the other dead.

When he insisted they move to Canada, fights had ensued. Clothing, bed hangings, wall paper, window panes, and centuries old stone work was ruined. However, the girl gave in. Six months ago something had sprung up, a notice saying the property in France owned by one of her former lovers- the reason for her death- had been put on sale. She wanted it, promptly leaving without so much as an explanation to Vincente. Serves him right for the times he'd simply done things without explaining or thinking.

There had been a slight issue. Her passport stated she was far older than her 21 year old face showed her to be (though, it was hardly close to her real age). The man at the airport let her get away, but Colecte knew she couldn't count on that for her return trip. It hadn't occurred to her that she'd have trouble finding a new, better one on two days short notice. She had a ticket for a red eye to Vancouver; traveling was hard for their kind. Any form of delay could literally kill her. She paid a small, scrawny grave digger to uncover a casket for her use. She shipped herself back as a corpse, wearing nothing -never being a fan of the awful heat spending long amounts of time in a small wooden box created- but a bra and panty set. When she felt the box being carried off the plane and into the truck, Colecte finally let herself sleep amid the dusty, dirty faux silks.

Colecte awoke as she felt the workmen drop her, rather nonchalantly, onto a hard surface. She had a vague recollection of one of the men peaking in before quickly slamming the lid down. The burn from her neck to her upperback was proof. She heard voices, two gruff in nature, another sweet and broken English. Hunger pangs shot through her; if she wasn't home yet she hoped she was at least at a staffed waiting facility. More speaking, and finally the click of a door followed by clicks of heals walking away. Colecte kicked open the casket slowly, climbing out onto the marble floor and taking a deep breath. Cookies. If she missed one thing about being human, it was not sunlight nor the sense of guilt. It was food. And Vincente knew it. She growled.

She caught sight of herself in a mirror, fixing her hair and wiping at the dust that covered her body. She paid five thousand pounds and all she got was a bone-dust caked box. They could have at least cleaned the damn thing. She slipped into the kitchen noiselessly, scowling at the television on and the thick smell of sweet baked goods. She slipped up behind Vincente, pressing her nose to his -surprisingly warm- neck and inhaling sharply; resembling a small child in front of a candy store. Her fangs slipped past her lips, and she opened her mouth to say hello and request permission, but instead simply bit down sharply, moaning as blood flooded her mouth.

[Vincente Argeneau]

((so'kay, it was a good post ^^ Vincente's gonna be a weird but fun character to play I think... I had the urge to put him in a 'kiss the cook' apron but resisted V.V))

Strange but after making food so many times you start to remember recipes. That was the case with these cookies; they were something he had loved making ever since he had first smelt them. Course he had never tasted them but everyone who had tried them seemed to like them so for that reason he kept making them; sugar, margin, flour, vanilla, baking soda. He poured things in, eyeballing them as he listened to the TV and the vacuum in the background, turning on the blender to a low setting. He took the time to toss the towel still draped around his shoulders onto a nearby chair as he walked to the fridge. Eggs… He bent down to survey the contents of the fridge before pulling out two eggs and the milk. When he turned he kicked the door closed and headed back over to the still turning blender. Adding in his current ingredients with raisins, chocolate chips, flour and oats to follow along with a few others he picked up when he found them.

Smelled good… Tongue flicked out to lick his lips as he bent down, folding his arms and resting them on the counter so he brought his face closer to the mixing dough. It made strange shapes and he found it amusing to watch them. When he figured they were done out came the cookie dough and he plopped the lumpy balls onto them in perfect rows then pushed the tray into the oven he had already preheated. Next tray and he continued in that fashion until 4 trays were filled with cookie dough balls, one already baking cheerily in the oven. The scent was sweet and inviting, one of the only things that made him wish he could be human if only for a second.

Heels clicked on the floor and Vincente noticed the vacuum sounds had stopped. Turning around slowly he noticed the housekeeper in the doorway, eyes closed and inhaling the scent deeply. He chuckled and motioned to the cookie. ”You can take them home when they cooled down” he offered and she smiled for the first time maybe ever before bowing and hefting the laundry basket he hadn’t noticed her carrying and starting off down the hall. A simple lift of his shoulder signaled that he would continue letting her do her job, he paid her well enough and she did a good job so he was fine with her doing whatever. Probably his favorite of all the housekeepers he had ever had, which surmounted to a considerable amount so that was saying a lot.

He heard the doorbell ring and he heard muffled footsteps heading for the front door. As usual she had ditched the heels for the laundry and that thought made him smile. He didn’t get to listen any longer as the timer went off on the stove and his attention turned. Brows knitted together as he studied the stove for a second before jabbing a finger against the timer button. Since the housekeeper was preoccupied he simply opened the door of the oven and as if he had never moved the tray was suddenly on top of the stove and he was shaking his hand. Though it wasn’t a big deal the heat still bothered him. He slid the next tray in, reset the timer and wandered around until he found the cooling racks and a spatula.

He’d wait for a bit until the cookies weren’t so mushy so what until then? A thud in the background and he frowned but the housekeeper came back into view and gave him a wave to show it was all-good then the sound of a closing door. What a strange night, a package maybe? But who would be delivering something at 3am? Brows pulled together again as he lifted a hand to drag his fingers though his hair then picking up the remote and turning up the news. He continued to stand over his cookies, listening to the drama of the new president and the wars going on the world. For a second he wondered how many were actually going on that weren’t being reported but that thought disappeared within a few seconds.

Arms slid around him, surprisingly tight considering the width of them and just by that he didn’t bother the struggle, knowing who it was. Lips were against his neck but he didn’t push her away oddly enough, tongue flicking out over his own lips as eyes half closed. A sharp pain hit as fangs bit down deep, hitting a vein and drawing blood. He flinched slightly; not wanting to deny her some blood since he knew what traveling could do to you but also being thirsty himself not wanting her to get carried away. After a few seconds, though, he did lift a hand to push her away from his neck, wetting his fingers with blood and before bringing them to his own lips and licking it away.

He didn’t bother to greet her as he slid around in her grip, turning to press her against his front, leaning back to look down at her with a raised eyebrow. ”Well that was a hell of a greeting... Welcome home” he said softly, taking a second to let his eyes travel down her half naked body. Strange pair, she looked slightly scruffy and dirty but still gorgeous and he was squeaky clean and still not to her level. Time eras was his excuse but that wasn’t it, maybe it was her personality that made her even more stunning. Either way his hands slid down her body to rest on her hips as he leaned down to press his lips against hers, stealing back some of the blood that had previously been running though his own veins.

[Colecte La Nelle]

Colecte smiled coyly up at Vincente as she finally tilted her head back just far enough to separate her lips from his. Her body, however, she pressed even more so against his. Softly, unpainted finger tips ran down her shoulders and arms, stopping right above his elbows. Her own eyes wandered to examine and enjoy his body for a few moments. The wound on his neck seemingly healed before her eyes, the skin stitching itself together and the blood quickly hardening; how unfortunate. Another series of hunger pangs went through her body, only a small grimace on her face to show her discontent. The remnants of his blood washed down her throat as she followed. She was comfortable feeding twice a day, but preferred at least three necks to bite. She had been getting less then one a day and Vincente's was positively candy to her. The older a vampire got, she'd found, the sweeter their blood; like wine. He'd voice his opinion to her 'love' bites more than one, but still she kept at it. How could she resist?

It wasn't as if Colecte got to eat real sweets anymore. Sweet buns, honey, cinnamon, and any other sweet treats were lost to the girl before she'd even hit her peak in life. She'd found comfort in the fact that more and more things were offered as liquid drinks- something she could happily eat, chocolate milk being her favorite when in a low mood- but it still wasn't the same. As the man had voiced to her on what caused him frustration, Colecte had more than one show her contempt for his cooking habits. While, she was sure, they made him feel happy and young the smells and warmth coming from that which she missed made her want to kick someone's head in. And hence why maids came and went like the wind around them. Her anger fits, and jealousy ones as well even if hidden more aptly, often ended in death of a mortal. Colecte eyed the maid through the door for a few seconds, licking her lips. She felt Vincente's eyes on her and turned back.

"I try not to be subtle every now and again." She said once again pressing her lips to his and stepping away slowly. She moved towards the cookie trays, her fingers twitching to knock the batch of sugar and warmth into the kitchen sink. Instead she nearly broke the button on the television as she jammed her thumb against the power button. She hated television almost as much as she hated the smell of cooking.

She started to play with her hair slowly, tying it back and spinning on the balls of her feet to walk around the marble floored room. "Didn't you miss me, though?" She asked, biting her lip just slightly and looking up, her eyes just slightly puppy pouting. Colecte wanted a bigger, better welcome. She deserved it; she'd come home to the TV on, sugar cookies wafting up into her depraved senses, a maid who she had the odd feeling wasn't a quick meal, and Vincente looking perfectly appetizing and fed and had been pushed away and denied things. "I mean I was in Paris and bought lovely things, " She gestured vaguely to the matching pantie and bra set she wore. "But if you're not interested I can find someone else..."

Colecte hardly ever played the 'someone else' card. She hardly ever felt is necessary. She didn't handle traveling well and further more she didn't handle not being lavishly welcomed well. Both knew it was a weak threat; she didn't even like to touch the drunk men she bit never mind show them her fabulously expensive and wonderful underthings. And she didn't like being around younger vampires ; too easy to control. And the elder ones were all Vincente's friends. But she still made it, putting her hands on her hips.

[Vincente Argeneau]

As much as he realized he had missed Colecte and the feel of her body against his he quite wanted to push her away and demand an explanation for her six-month absence without so much as a word. Lips twitched up the slightest bit in annoyance, an annoying twitch he had when he was getting annoyed or frustrated. Though that annoyance disappeared when she grimaced and brows knitted together in concern, ignoring the burn in his own throat. He had never really tasted his own blood or the blood of another vampire for that matter; he found it rather awkward and strange. So he really didn’t understand Colecte’s obsession with trying to drink the blood he had rightfully taken. It annoyed him to no end and though sometimes when he was full he’d tolerate her and yes when they were in bed together the occasional bite was acceptable but he wasn’t in the best of moods that night and she wasn’t helping by showing up and instantly chomping down on his neck.

Unlike Colecte the only food Vincente had had in his time was grown from the ground, mostly consisting of potatoes and corn though he had long since forgotten the taste of any solid foods. Then unlike Colecte and most other vampires he didn’t indulge in much other then the occasional drink for show and blood. Any time he had tried eating food he had felt like something was inside of him trying to claw it’s way out. His body wasn’t able to handle much other then drinks. But the smell of food still intoxicated him more then anything and because of that it was generally the one thing he wouldn’t bend on and continued cooking. The fact that many maids had died over the years because of that didn’t really bother him. Though he had been extra careful about leaving Colecte alone with the newest one, he liked her. When he noticed Colecte eyeing the maid through the doorway he didn’t hesitate to lift a lip and bare his teeth in warning, something that he had only really ever done once before. But the threatening gesture was gone before she could notice and he simply looked tired and slightly curious when she looked back and stole another kiss.

When she moved away and gave the cookies a distasteful look arms folded defiantly over his chest and watched her as she almost broke the TV turning it off. When she asked if he missed her he rolled his eyes and let his arms fall to his sides, giving her one of those ‘are you kidding me?’ looks. ”Do you really need to ask Cole?” he asked in return, moving his hands up to grip the counter on either side of his waist, crossing one leg over the other casually as he watched her. Paris… He had never been a huge fan of the city and once again didn’t understand the fixation with it but really he didn’t seem to understand a lot of things most people seemed to enjoy. He was very much in his own world most of the time, ignoring others opinions and simply sticking to what he thought was right and wrong.

When she made a motion to her rather dusty undergarments he did give her the satisfaction of appraising the fabric though he did seem a lot more interested in her then what she was wearing. ”Is that all you bought? Or will the rest be arriving in a hearse tomorrow?” he asked lightly, looking slightly amused and almost mocking when he looked out the door at the maid who was sweeping, probably getting rid of the dust and dirt that had been brought in with Colecte’s ride. It made him chuckle softly but any amusement he was showing was gone when she mentioned finding someone else. Earlier violent mood returned and eyes narrowed dangerously as he tool in her defiant posture before pushing off the counter, a few steps bringing them face to face. He wasn’t going to call her bluff since he knew her well enough to know that she would probably go out and find someone just to spit him.

So for a moment he just stood there, watching her through narrowed eyes, fists clenching and unclenching as he debated on how much he wanted her with him that day or if he’d rather just let her go off on her own and find another guy. He was 99% sure she’d come back within the week but he wasn’t sure how much he wanted to test that theory. So finally he backed up to lean against the counter again. ”I didn’t know when to expect you back. Forgive me for deciding to bake and watch television the day you came home.” he said rather sarcastically although there was that undertone of an apologetic tone, which was exceedingly rare for him. ”Now since I wasn’t expecting you what would you like for your coming home party?” he asked smoothly as he slid forward, slinking his arms around her waist, pulling her against him and holding her there as he tilted his head down to look at her calmly. ”And please don’t ask for blood, I’m quite thirsty myself” he purred, eyes half closed to look down at her, eyes looking almost black in the shadows.

[Colecte La Nelle]

[eugh. Short. ><]


"Of course these aren't all I bought." Colecte said putting her nose into the air and peeking into the other room again. Her suitcase sat next to the now right side up coffin; a simple black roller with her name carefully embroidered into the front with pink thread. The coffin next to it was a twenty-seven year old piece of wood that had been dug up by an eighteen year old boy paid a fine sum for it. Speaking of which, "Did you know they actually check passports nowadays? The one I got years ago attests to a far different age then I look." She said wrinkling her nose and shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her arms crossing themselves. "They almost didn't let me into Europe. And then when I suddenly had to come home right away, I had to be desperate thank you very much. I didn't even have my casket to ship myself in." She pouted just then, looking up at him. She'd left her pink silked custom made for comfort casket with Vincente, intending to sleep in crypts and what not while she was away. It was just too awkward traveling with your own coffin. She hardly ever slept in it while she was home, Vincente's was big enough for her to slide in and press against him during the daylight hours. It was safe, obviously her reasoning, for them to sleep together; less chance of being found.

She met his eyes as he moved to stand toe to toe with her. It was the moment now, her chest pressed against his as his eyes flashed- that beautiful deep maroon-, and she knew she'd either be on his good side or his bad tonight. It always depended on his mood for anything. As much as she had power over him, and as much as she wanted to be in charge, he still was and always would be. However, after a few heated seconds he backed off. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be relieved or run over to him and wrap her body around his. Luckily, she didn't have to make that choice. Colecte leaned against him as he pulled her closer, putting her nose into the crook of his neck.

His apology made her smile; she'd won part of this little game. She'd been about to open her mouth and tell him exactly what she wanted for her welcome home in very explicit, dirty details when he told her no blood. She scowled deeply, playing with the collar on his shirt, her brow furrowed in frustration."What will you do if I do ask for blood?" She asked, her eyes moving from admiring his jaw line to the maid standing in the doorway. "What about her?" She asked licking her lips; the blue contact covered eyes scanning her body and settling on her neck before looking back up him with wide eyes.

Her mind worked in mysterious ways. She'd become a vampire because of her marriage indiscretions, but she no longer fully enjoyed flings with any man who could provide pleasure and she wasn't even in a closed relationship anymore. However she threw inner mental hissy-fits when Vincente fucked his meals. She no longer ripped on him about it; he'd proven to her that no matter what she said or did he'd continue. His primary meals were his maids. They didn't live long; and not because he fed off of them. And this one, she could sense affection radiating from the man wrapped around her. She wore heals and was far prettier than necessary to wipe floors. "We could share." She whispered, standing up on her tiptoes and licking the inside of his ear. "And then I could wear my maids outfit. It'd be much better, don't you think?" Of course she wouldn't actually clean. That was below her.

[Vincente Argeneau]

((I had time on the 17 hour bus ride to type this up then a 2 hour lay over to post this worked out well))

”Course…” he said with a sigh. That didn’t surprise him in the least, she was a female and though she was born in a different time then the humans that currently resembled her age she had the same habits. He followed her gaze into the lobby and for the first time smiled thinly at the sight of her transportation. Wow that was pretty bad, he was rather surprised she had even gone near that never mind slept in if for however long the flight from Europe to here was. She drew his attention away from the coffin, though, as she asked if he knew about the passports. He raised an eyebrow curiously and listened half mindedly as she went through the details of her passage to Europe and her flight back. ”Yes I did know that and if you had given any word to me before you left I could have told you. Ever since that terrorist attack in the U.S everyone has tightened security. We’ll have to get a new passport made for you” he said with a frown. He’d have to go and see who was making fake documents now; the guy who used to make them had died not too long ago. He’d have to look into that tomorrow…

He had noticed her coffin had been left behind, in one of the empty rooms that they never used, in the exact spot it usually was. It had cost a hefty price and yet she seemed to prefer to snuggle up with him in his even though it was bordering that time when he should probably go out and buy a new one. Or make one, he had always been good with his hands but sometimes it was just easier buying everything. Well, until she started complaining and badgering him to get a new one for them he was fine with his old one…

It was strange, as much as he loved Colecte and wanted to be with her she always seemed to get the worst of his anger. Not that she usually minded as far as he knew because as he had learned for her fits of rage anger could be taken out on each other horizontally. Not to say he hadn’t contemplated throwing her out of the window and into the sunlight a few times, most of those thoughts coming in their first few years together. But every once and a while he’d be especially angry and she’d annoy him even more and he’d just snap. Probably not a good thing but that was simply how things played out sometimes. That was on of the reasons he slept with his bleeders, they screamed and died when he sometimes just wanted to screw something then kill it. At least tonight most of his anger had been taken out on the bedroom linins and duvet. So when she nuzzled against his neck he curled his own head around and down to nibble affectionately on her collar bone, teeth rasping against her skin but never drawing blood.

Colecte didn’t seem at all happy with his decision to not allow her any blood but he obviously wasn’t going to budge on that decision even as she scowled up at him, raising an eyebrow in a ‘you really want to pick this fight?’ kind of look. It was easy for him to read her expression since they usually showed a strong emotion he seemed to feel. It was a creator/ fledgling thing if he remembered correctly. His expression didn’t change as she tugged at the collar of his shirt, quite obviously frustrated with him. ”I’d say there are some lovely prostitutes on the street corner a block down” he said in a suddenly dark tone, brows pulling together in a curious and annoyed expression as he looked down at her then followed her gaze to the maid. She was going to bring this topic up again wasn’t she?

He slid his hand down the counter, flipping off the oven before the cookie burned or over cooked so they could finish cooking and cool in the oven without releasing the scent of baked good and ruined Colecte’s mood. Course it wasn’t just baked goods that ruined her mood, there were a lot of things, and he still hadn’t figured out all of them. He knew he pissed her off when he slept with the women he fed off of but really she had done the same thing when she had first been turned and he constantly made it known to her that she could go have flings whenever she wanted but no, even though she was ‘killed’ because she had been a slut, to put it bluntly, she didn’t often cheat on him. Sometimes he wondered if it would be better if he simply stopped with the fling but they helped with rage… He knew she especially hated the maids and that he sometimes actually cared for them. Though the majority of the time when they mysteriously ‘disappeared’ and were replaced by another of the companies workers he just shrugged at Colecte and made the next one a bleeder.

He knew she hated this one the most because she had been around the longest, she had started a few weeks before Colecte’s disappearance and had pretty much been Vincente’s temporary fuck buddy. She offered to share and he sighed, almost ready to just let her kill the maid and go off to do his own thing because had had issues killing bleeders sometimes since he saw them more then once. And since she had been then the better part of 7 months he was grown especially fond of the silent woman who cleaned the floors. Though strangely enough he still didn’t know her name… Brows knitted together as he debated for a second before pulling his teeth along the skin of her neck, just below her jaw line and straightened with a sigh and a shrug. ”As you wish” he finally said, leaning down for that second to talk into her neck before giving her a light shove in the direction of the door to the hall.

[Colecte La Nelle]

Cole looked up at him, that shinning not-so-innocent look of faux-naivety in her sparkling eyes. She wore no contacts and for once they weren't in a sultry come-hither half lidded position. Something besides seduction- though the idea never left her mind when in the vicinity of Vincente- was on her current agenda. “I would have at least told you about my departure but there was no time, lover. And anyways it was all your fault I had to go in the first place- and why I had to leave so quickly. Did you really think you could hide anything from me?” Her eyes met his and she arched one manicured eyebrow into the sweep of bangs over one eye. Oh yes, it was indeed his fault.

During their stay in France, after her turning, the man had purchased a château for them to reside in. Of course, he'd been most fond of the rooms below the ground- the previous owner had a peculiar layout of rooms in the cellar. She'd been fond of the high ceilings, luxurious paneled and papered walls. High windows let her look out into the beautiful garden. It was not long after he moved her in that she stopped refuting everything he ever told her. There had been many, many of their firsts in that piece of property in northern France. So when she'd suddenly gotten the feeling that he was doing something to it behind her back she'd dug through his study. Papers dictating a sale to some mortal property collector had been found in the bottom left hand drawer- set to go into affect in only two weeks. She'd left the next morning. Mostly, she told herself, to get the home back; but it was fueled by a solid need for revenge. He needed her, she was sure, just as much as she needed him. And she had missed him, horribly.

As Cole pressed her nose against his neck, she entwined her fingers in his short hair. “But I forgive you. I missed you, Lover. Did you miss me?” She would have happily ended her sentence there, but as she felt his arms encircle her and teeth scrape against her neck she shuddered happily. She bit her lip, her tongue swirling against his neck. “I ached to be held by you. I felt so alone. Were you trying harder then normal to block me out? My mind was only full of my own thoughts.” That could have been due to the distance- she never sired any vampires and she'd never been far away to see if the connection weakened while they were parted.

Cole was only gone for a few moments as he pushed her away. But she returned clothed- scantily- in her own, far more attractive, maid's outfit. She wore heels, walking with more grace then the mortal woman had. They were also of finer quality. Some part in Colecte's head pointed out the differences- she was clearly better suited for Vincente. And she was most assuredly a better lover. She was cleaner then her first appearance that night- she'd taken the time to wash out her hair with a wet brush and wipe off the worst of the muck on her skin. Much more appetizing. as well.

She pressed her body back up against his for only a moment, her now flushed skin giving off a slight warmth as her hands stroked his arms. Cole moved away slowly, biting her lip and lowering her eye lids in her usual manner. She had up on the counter, spreading her legs obscenely as the skirt did it's (small) duty of covering the areas that needed covering. “Let's do something tonight, Lover. Anything you've taken a liking to while I was away?”

[Vincente Argeneau]

It was strange seeing that expression on her face, it looked so unlike her, or at least the expression she usually wore. He was used to her other expressions, the ones she used on both her familiars and him though that wasn’t to say he didn’t enjoy the change. He quirked an eyebrow up as she explained her situation and that the fact she had left so fast was in fact his fault and not hers. It took him a second to catch onto what she meant but then a knowing smile slipped across placid features giving him a bemused look as eyes switched from analyzing the kitchen thoughtfully to her once again. ”No you snoop too much for me to be able to hide anything” he said in a humorous tone though there was a slight tense tone in his voice and he found himself looking away again. His reasons for wanting the house gone were his own and if she wanted it she could have it as long as he no longer had to deal with it. But the fact she had been gone for so long without a word had deeply trouble him. Of course he had found out where she was the second she had gotten her claws into the house and practically killed his lawyers for the house. He had been able to keep some loose tabs on her through purchases and what she was doing with the house.

Colecte… He had loved her since the first day he had seen her and that love had never faded. Even when she had been first turned and had done everything he had said not to do he had not forced anything on her, simply sighed and walked away from any battles. For some reason he hadn’t really fought back on most things their first year together. Only recently had he started his affairs with his human bleeders and begun to fight more and more with her. He knew why to, this had all started when the cure had surface and the werewolves had become more involved in their politics and battles. It all frustrated him to no end and Colecte seemed to bare the brunt of his anger though she seemed amused when he came home angry, usually managing to manipulate him into the bedroom. But despite all the recent tensions he had hated when she left, feeling unstable and empty, waking up more then a few times and feeling slightly lost without her beside him. As much as he hated to admit it he needed her and he knew that if anything ever happened to her that feeling of being completely lost would never go away.

She pressed herself against him against and he folded his arms around her tightly as if he wasn’t going to let go. Her words made him smirk as he kissed the top of her head lightly, letting his lips linger there for a moment as her words replayed in his head. ”You really have to ask? Of course I missed you” he mumbled under his breath, eyes closing for a moment as he inhaled her slightly musky, earthy scent with the lingering smell of a corpse, all of those scents something she’s never normally smell like but you know, coffins you dig up tend to leave you smelling like that. But strangely enough he enjoyed the smell. But soon he lifted his head so he was once again simply holding her against him, eyes closing as her tongue lapped at his neck. He wasn’t troubled by her words, with distance bonds did weaken but didn’t go away, when he was apart with any of his fledglings they couldn’t read his mind unless he was reaching out to them specifically. ”No, I just had my mind elsewhere most of the time and so I couldn’t get a solid connection” he said simply.

He usually only had Colecte’s and Damian’s thoughts in his head, Daria when he probed her head but she couldn’t block him as effectively since he had never really taught her how to block him specifically. But she had a good enough grasp on the concept to be able to shield the important parts of her mind from him well enough. Then there were the twins, somewhere up in the northern reaches of Russia last time he checked, he zeroed in on them sometimes and had brief conversations, and they were always polite and respectful like good fledglings but brief. He had never had any problems from them, the pair lived together in the north hunting animals mostly and the occasional human that wandered too far up and got lost. They distanced themselves from everything and sometimes he wished Damian and Daria had done the same…

When he pushed her towards her food he simply watched her go then in swift, easy movements he dumped cookies, trays and all into the garbage since there would be no maid to bring them home. He licked a bit of the cookie dough off the spoon and instantly gagged at the sweet taste before dumping that in the garbage as well and spitting out the bit he had in his mouth. He sighed as he put the dishes in the dishwasher and moved to sit at the kitchen table, leaning back heavily on the chair as he closed his eyes, thinking of the cover up he’d have to do for another dead maid and the conversation he’d have to have with the company he got the maids from. At least they didn’t ask questions as long as you paid enough.

Cole came back a few moments after he had sat in her sexy maids outfit that made him let out a low wolf whistle more out of habit then anything. He had to admit, none of his bleeders would ever measure up to her and she knew that. She knew that no matter what he would always be hers even if he got made at her and acted like he didn’t ever want to see her again. She knew that, she knew that from the way that as she moved towards him he never once looked away from her. And though his smile was predatory there was absolute devotion in his eyes as he undressed her with his eyes. But she had her ways of toying with him to, her fingers trailing lines up and down his arms as she leaned over him, the warmth of her touch sending shivers up and down his spine. But she was gone a moment later and eyes followed her as she hopped up gracefully onto the counter and discreetly yet suggestively spread her legs.

He stood up slowly, taking on that predatory manor as he slinked towards her, shoulders hunched slightly and eyes devouring all of her as he took his sweet time getting to her. Her words made his customary smirk reappear and he slid easily between her legs, hands sliding from her knees, up her thighs and easily pushed the skirt up further. ”No, nothing new.” he murmured as he rested his hands on her waist for a moment, looking up at her for a moment before he buried his face into her neck, fangs extending slightly as he felt the race of her new blood in her veins, allowing them to rasp against her skin slightly, just at the hollow of her throat as hands grasped her hips and pulled her as close as possible to him. He knew that look in her eyes, she wanted exactly what he wanted right now…