House of Shadows IC {Chazz & MiscPsychopath}

[Chazz]

Jubilee pulled into the gas station around afternoon, as the old stationwagon puttered to a dead stop.
"Talk about luck." she said, as she stepped out of the car, and opened the gas tank.
She filled the tank up on auto, as she went inside, grabbing a few snacks, and a cup of coffee.
The gas attendant watched her carefully, then asked if she was passing through.
"Actually, I am here visiting a friend of mine, maybe you know him." she replied.

"His name is Malek, he's about six foot six, long wavy black hair, very pale looking." said Jubilee.
"don't know the name, but I have seen that man before, in town." said the attendant.
"Got an address?" she asked as she paid for the snacks and gas.
"No, just seen him is all, him and his lady freind." replied the attendant.
"Thanks for your help." she said as she walked out of the station, and put the pump back up, before getting in the wagon.
"So..Malek is in town, and he starting up another clan." said jubilee, as she started the car up, and drove down the street.

[MiscPsychopath]

Carthia had been busy since they moved in decorating the house so that it felt more like a home. Everything was slowly being put in place in the same painfully slow pace that a normal human would. They had many old world art pieces, such as vases, painting, and statues. She loved the feel of the old world and the time before. She could never seem to grasp time now as it slipped through her fingers never carrying her with it.

She had agreed to move here because of the promise that her husband had made her. He promised to put the old him in the past and retire his violent ways. When they arrived the neighbors received them well and she had been happy that her husband had been polite to them all and looked at them as living things and not a meal. Carthia truly looked forward to living here with no worry of walking into a room to see it covered in blood and having to worry about the dead body. She smiled to herself arranging the flowers on the dinning table they would never use without company. "At least for a short while this will be wonderful."

[Chazz]

Malek approached her from behind, hugging her in a loving embrace.
"Not in a million years, would I have thought about settling down, yet here I am." he said, as he kissed her cheek.
"Your setting the table?, we have company again?" asked Malek.
"I hope it's not the Andersons, they drive me crazy hearing about his fat ass mother in-law from Florida." he said.
"I guess I must be retired news anchor, Alec Summers again?" asked Malek, not really seeking an answer.

[MiscPsychopath]

She smiled as she felt his arms wrap around her and the kiss on her cheek. She listened to him speak about the neighbors and couldn't help but laugh at his comments. "I do not plan to have the Anderson's back for a good while. Their conversation was less than interesting complaining about their family." She turned in his arms and reached her hand up to his face and caressed his cheek down to the tip of his jaw. She smiled staring at his face taking in all his features before settling on his eyes smiling warmly to him. "I did not plan on having company tonight. I thought that it could be just you and I." Even after three hundred years of being with him she was still fascinated by his appeal and his charm.

[Chazz]

"A romantic night of candles, dinner, and love making." teased Malek.
He started to kiss her again, when the phone rang in the study.
"I'll get that." he said, as he quickly kissed her on the cheek, before exiting the room.
Malek picked up the phone, "Hello, this is Alec speaking."
"Alec, this is George Mathews over at the gas station."
"Yes, good evening George, what can I do for you?" asked Alec.
"I just wanted to let you know, a strange young woman came into town asking about you, but giving a different name."
"A different name? " asked Alec.
"Yes, she said Malek, she said that you were an old friend."
Malek hung the phone up, and stared blankly at the wall.
"Hello? hello? Alec? , he must have hung up."

[MiscPsychopath]

She leaned into him as he kissed her again and giggled as if this was the first he had ever placed his lips on her skin. Hearing the phone ring she could not help but roll her eyes. "It is just like in those movies that we sometimes watch. Always a phone call at the wrong time." She watched him leave the room before following after him. Carthia stood in the door way leaning against the frame watching him talk in the phone wondering what could be so important.

Her hand caught a piece of her hair absentmindedly and started to twirl it around her finger. "What did Mr. Mathews need?" She asked breaking the short span of silence. "Is everything alright Dear?"