@TalijaKey
Abel doesn't seem to notice the barely there reply to his compliment. Because it doesn't matter....it matters that he meant it. Of course his brain all but melts into a puddle when Manu holds his hand. It felt nice...and right. He focuses on memorizing how his hand feels. He remains silent, thinking about everything.

That is until Manu speaks up. When complimented he blushes lightly and rubs the back of his neck with his free hand. "I'm from Texas" he smiles turning his head to look at his soulmate. "And where did someone as amazing as you fall from" a small chuckle as he steals the pick up line. Knowing that he probably sounded cheesy but hoping that Manu will find humor in it.

Niko wasn't unconscious for long. Maybe five minutes after being laid down the girl began to make quiet groaning sounds. Shifting on the couch she eventually reached up to hold her face, letting out a pathetic little "owiee.." For some reason Niko thought it was just some weird dream. In no stretch of her imagination did she expect someone as beautiful as she saw in her dream. Especially not a soulmate of hers. Slowly Niko began to sit up, rubbing her eyes a bit and blinking them a few times to clear away the stars. Finally giving her surroundings look something didn't sit right. This wasn't dream! I repeat! This wasn't a dream! Then her eyes fell upon the girl again, sitting across from her with a rather, strange and almost disappointed look. Did she have mustard on her face? She then began to wipe at her face just to make sure. Nothing... Niko knew she wasn't any super model. She knew she was only wearing grey pajama pants and a simple, comfy green shirt that matched her hair and eyes. But she didn't think she was bad looking? Right?

For some reason she didn't feel panicked anymore. Sort of nervous really. Like a hundred butterflies were assaulting her. Her hands slightly fidgeting as she tried to figure out something to say.

"So, uhmm..." She began, trying to look at the girl but it only making the butterflies ten times worse. "This place should really have clearer signs that they open inwards... heh.." She half laughed to drive in the point she was trying to make a joke. Only to feel like an idiot. 'That wasn't funny Niko! Now you look dumb! This is why we stay in the house!' She mentally scolded herself. Swearing vengeance on her dumb brain for coming up with such a dumb thing to say!

@Ace of flames01
Night was just beginning to fall when Saoirse was alerted to an unexplained sound coming from her bedroom. There was some soft shuffling cut short by a cry as a slider was pulled against its elements spreading open the teeth of a zipper. A loud 'clink' gave way to more shuffling.

'Saoirse' 'Saoirse' oh 'Saoirse'...

She had just turned his world upside down and he still didn't have a negative thought towards her. He felt his concern and worry for her weakening him. His clear, precise analytical thinking was now interrupted as his consciousness constantly demanded a trail of thought be given to her.
There was a toil of emotions arcing throughout his body. Teasing and taunting him with numerous possibilities stemming from the deep dark unknown. There were just too many factors that Dorian could not see. He hated being in this position, the great uncontrollable.

He was swelling on anger confused about how most people could live like this, under the illusion of freedom and guise of control when so much was uncertain. Then an image of Saoirse stole his thought, everything else faded away and he could again taste the residue of her soft luscious lips upon his, the sweet scent unique to her. 'Why had he kissed her like that?'
He looked down at the bed where she lay night after night. Beyond the unrolled sleek black leather pouches lined with the glistening sheen of various protruding metallic objects, the array of numerously sized ammo boxes, the neatly folded clothes, a large suitcase and an extravagant locked brief case, all of which Dorian had just recently placed out neatly. On Saoirse's bed.
The same bed that only hours ago she shared with him.

Dorian was supposed to be counting stock and packing but as his eyes fell to the indent of her pillow he couldn't help but picture her head in that space, body all tucked away in the blankets cozy and tight.
'This is why' something whispered out to him in answer. The whisper came from something small, something hidden and something very forgotten. It sung out from a place far beyond the buried recess of his missing soul. 'This is why and this is how people go on living this way.'

It wasn't something new, just forgotten. Perhaps deliberately. But now resurfaced.

"Pack your things, we are going to New York.
His head never lifts up from the bed as his hands resume shuffling around his stock.

@Dark Light

Another seemingly quiet evening, ruined by the sounds of footsteps. Saoirse flicked on the lights to her bedroom to find Dorian in her room. Immediately, she blushed wildly at the memory of him kissing her only a few hours prior, as she layed eyes on his kneeling form. "Are you insane?! New York?! I can't go to New York! I can't afford to pay for tickets! I'm not even a citizen! You have to think these things through! This isn't something you can do on the fly!" She said, her voice never getting much louder than a whisper, as she stormed over to him. She picked up one of the pack's laying on her bed, then immediately dropped it with a small gasp, as the burns on her body spread, dropping the contents that lay inside; silver bullets. As quickly as she could, she put them back in their container as her burns continued to rapidly spread throughout her body.

Once the bullets were secured in their holster, Saoirse fled to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Her eyes a glow, a bright silver blue, her veins a jet black, her nails had become claws, and her canines grew large. She was breathing heavily and her heart was ringing in her ears. She broke out into a coughing fit, coughing up blood, as her ribs punctured her lungs from the sudden shift. Her burns sizzled and a steady trail of smoke wafted from her burns. Being exposed to the silver, had started to force her to change. A side of her she never wanted anyone to see, especially not Dorian. However, this wasn't her first time dealing with silver, so she knew how to deal with the effects of silver.

Saoirse winced and grunted slightly as the burns continued their painful trek across her skin, as she sat down on the ground against the door. "L-look. I-i just c-can't...! Nngh...! I-I don't belong there...! I-it's not safe-!" Was all she able to utter as she broke out into a cold sweat, her body trembled uncontrollably. Her vision blurred and her voice faded, yet she fought to remain conscious and fight back the wolf in her. It was true that she had turned his world upside down but if he managed to open the door and see her how she was now, it would take everything and just drop it on it's head.

@Ace of flames01
Shadows of the past.

Dorian instinctively flinched at the sound of hissing silver, he was no stranger to that smell but it often brought about bad things.
It took him a second to settle his nervous reflexes and convince his body that it was in no danger. By then Saoirse had already fled. Dorian had instantly begun following out of concern, sheathing a favoured sword cane, when he heard the click of a lock.

He let out a deflated sigh. "Oh my Saoirse" he whispered almost sadly, empathising with her pain. His fingers ever so gently reach out and touch the door as he silently listens. He heard the grunting and the excuses, but in those words he heard so much more. The fear, the shame, the battle for control.

"My dear Saoirse you are not alone." his voice was calm and soothing, it called to her attention and drew it in like a focal point. A guiding light in the midst of a terrifyingly bleak storm. Suddenly the bathroom began to grow dark. Out of nowhere Dorians voice wisps around the room coming from no one spot in particular."It's ok. Just relax" Saoirse could watch the light recede with the oncoming emptiness. It was not that the bathroom light was fading, if anything it shone brighter and burnt harder anticipating and fighting. But in this moment darkness was not merely the absence of light, darkness was its own indescribable, indistinguishable thing, an anguish that brought with it an uncontainable eerie chill and feeling. That gut feeling of being watched, that something is wrong, that something important is forgotten or missing. It stuck all of these together and rolled them around into one.

In short, the room grew dark cold and was consumed by an near eerie creepy silence.

"Why do you wolves always think that you are the only supernatural of this world?"

This time his voice came from one place, Dorians mouth. A shadow of his form emerged from the darkness to stand concealed in shadows on the other side of the small room.

"Forgive me, I was going to intrude on what you wished to hide because I thought it within my rights, you are entitled to any amount of privacy you desire. My name upon your hand cannot take that away from you or be just cause to invade your secrets...
Especially when I hide my own."

Suddenly two floating orbs of a faint red light grew in the darkness as his eyelids snap open.

"but know this, I will never judge you for what you are, where you are from or what you have done before now."

The shadow in the darkness opens its hands and arms out wide, a soft flicker of light glimpses of a brief smile of pearl white teeth.

"if you can trust your heart, and can accept me for who I am right now in this moment, accepting the mistakes of my past and the things I may have done and are yet to do. If you can accept me for me as I accept you, then come to me..."

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If Saoirse moves forward towards Dorian, with every step the light will vanquish more of the strange darkness, slowly the shadows will be stripped from dorian as the room will slowly regain normality.
Half way across the room Dorian will become visible to Saoirse's eyes, his own once beautiful mesmerising eyes now empty, filled with a deep vile hollow corrupted darkness. Shadows malevolently dance around upon the tainted light red hue of his skin. Something about his smile, it's predatory nature, did not sit right. Yet still, somehow, if not for the horrible almost physical frightening aura that hung around him like ice in the air, he could still be called handsome. It was a terrifying frightful attraction but an attraction none the less. However Saoirse couldn't touch that monster, with each edging motion towards him he became the Dorian she knew and when and if she made it to his welcoming embrace the room would once again be normal and he would whisper into her ear that everything's going to be ok.

"What if my soulmate isn't anything like me, what if they don't want anything to do with me?" She said sprawled out on the blanket covered floor. Then began when straightened and started rolling on the blanket. Left, right, left, right. Thinking about whether her soulmate would be hot or busty.

Then she stood and reached up to feel her flat chest "well at least I'm cute" then she bagan scratching her hand without her even realizing it was glowing, then it began to sting then she noticed it was glowing. She dashed for the window and looked through the curtain and blinds to see no one outside but a cat. Then she untensed and thought to herself "it's not today, don't worry" she told herself as she got dressed and left to the store to pick up some food.

@Dark Light

"I'm scared. I don't want you to hate me. I want you to always be with me. I don't care what you are or what you did! I want you to stay! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please!! Don't leave me! I don't want to be alone anymore!" Her thoughts screamed. While her mind was screaming desprately on the outside, she was curled up in a tight ball, sobbing.

It was then that she saw the visions of darkness. She was frightened, however, she saw Dorian and the fear subsided. She was no longer alone and she nothing left to fear. Not his appearance, not what he is or what he was, nor the things he did or will do scared her. He appeared to her as a monster yet she knew better and her body still seemed out his and his warmth. She rushed to him and embraced him tightly, yet tenderly.

As her body pressed against his, she could feel every muscle, every detail, hidden underneath his clothing. Her hands gently, yet tightly grabbed his shirt, and her face burried into his firm chest. She could hear his heartbeat and his breath; it calmed her. His warmth, his scent, and his touch enveloped her as he reassured her that everything was going to be alright. Her form relaxed and slowly, yet surely, changed back, as if her soulmate's presence was enough to cure her of the silver. She wanted to stay like this with him forever, where she felt safe and happy, in his arms.

"I'm scared... I'm scared..." Saoirse murmered softly as tears ran down her cheeks. She burried her face deeper into his chest, practically smothering herself. "I want to come with you but I am scared...!"

@BlackPanther
Manu didnt know much about Texas...actually cross that he didnt know anything. In his mind he imagined Texas to be the cowboys land still riding on horses and having shot off. Maybe he should have paid a bit more attention in school. The question pick up line offered back to him felt natural to the point he didnt noticed his mount running off and answering it.

"Well of course from the place that brings the best and the worst out in people. The place of color and passion and emotion. The one and only place where everything can happen in a swirl of light, night and coffee. Brasil! " He beamed proudly, he felt caught off guard at his burst out. It wasnt like him to be so proudly of his home. He wanted to see the world. He was only 20 years old. Yet there was something in this moment that just made him fly off.He didnt understand it. It was confusing. He ruffled his hair one of his habits to mess with the locks, glancing at Abel.

"Well... Either way. Its my first time aboard. Have you traveled... wait a sec. Are snow leopards native to Texas? Arent they are like, you know dude, a Siberia thing? Or canada? Where there is snow and cold and all that stuff?" The confused look turned even more frowning his eyebrows and pouting his lips. He looked like a hopelessly lost puppy at the moment. He still kept walking to his destination, even thought his steps became slower.

[@Ace of flames]

As she embraced him and cries into his chest a sudden wave of gratifying relief washed away all the hidden stirring worries and doubt, the sudden explosion of emotion caught in his chest and caused a tear to swell in his eye. Such a simple gesture had hit him so deep and on so many levels. He struggled to contain himself as he clasped his entire body around her holding her tight as though he feared she may slip away. Holding her in his arms he breathed her in like a lost drug.

His warm breath ran shivers down her spine, which his strong hands quickly chased away. He slid them slowly down her back, dragging his fingers firmly across the fabric on her skin, as if trying to claw his way into it while pulling her in as close to himself as possible. His touch was both firm and gentle with a hint of ravenous desperation and desire.

His chin rested on the top of her head, he sought comforting words but his mind traced the details of her form pressed against him. Instead all he could offer was the solace of his silence and presence. His mind divided took control of a hand each, his right slowly eased up her back massaging the tension along the way only to entwine itself amongst her hair and comfort her head while the other crawls down to embrace her upper thigh. Both hold her tight.

He can feel the beating of her heart, it resonates like a drum against him, her breath almost burning against his skin. Dorian fights every cell in his body, every shadow, every thought, every demon and maintains his composure until he can hold it no more, his heart still swathed in darkness cried out with desire and his blood still burning with the acid of his previous form flooded him with lust.

In a sudden motion the hand around her thigh scoops her up off the ground, wrapping that leg around himself. With one hand beneath her butt he holds her there as the other takes to hair and turns her head to face his.
Forehead to forehead they share the space between themselves as the rest of the world fades away. Eyes lost in eyes their heavy breaths shared entwine and become one.

"Me too."

Dorian opened himself to a venerability he had never before accepted and then he kissed her. He moved in slowly closing his eyes and let his lips part hers as their mouths pressed together. This was not like the kiss before. It quickly grew to match his yearning for her. All that tension and suspense built since the ball washed away as he kissed her with a fiery passion so deep that their souls would meet and entwine. He embraced her so tight, hands exploring her body, that the two threatened to become one. He let go of all inhibitions as he surrendered himself totally to her.
Void of all focus and thought he gave way to carnal nature but the only thing that was wild was the enthusiasm in which he embraced her. Her taste, smell, feel, movements were all in perfect harmony and he needn't a thought towards how to act or what to do. It all came natural, guided by pure instinct, somewhere a part of him replaying an old game as if they had played it a million times before.

It was meant to be.

His lips trace her neck in soft kisses and bites as he suckles on her skin then contained himself long enough to look her in the eyes and run a hand through her hair in attempts to undo the mess he caused to it.

"please come with me.

To New York."

@Dark Light

His touch, once so gentle, suddenly became full of lustful desire as his hands trailed down Saoirse's back and clawed at her shirt as if he were trying to rip it off her body. His breath and heartbeat became more intense; she soon found herself reacting the same way as she blushed wildly. Suddenly, he hoisted her up. She placed her forehead against his as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She gently cupped his cheeks in her hands and couldn't help but smile gently. He then kissed her with a passion she had never known. She closed her eyes and kissed him back with a more soft and gentle passion, though it exuded a nearly identical emotion.

Saoirse stiffled a small gasp as his hands continued to explore her body, touching her in a matter that made it quite clear as to what he wanted. His lips move down her neck and gently kisses and bites her, sending shivers down her spine and causes her to stiffle another small gasp. He suckled on the base of her neck until she felt a small pinch, leaving a small bruise on her neck. The sensation was new, yet overwhelming and exhausting; however her body kept screaming for his. It was frightening, yet exciting at the same time, and overall felt natural and was right.

'Come with me... To New York. '

His words like a siren's song. Saoirse knew that no matter what she told him, it wouldn't stop his advances; so she decided to tell him the truth. She was the first one to pull back as she took a small step back and placed her forehead against his chest, embarrassed by his bold and somewhat forceful gestures. She fell silent as the two stood there, breathing heavily as they tried to catch their breathes. Finally she met his eyes smiling gently, then kissed him gently expressing a kind and gentle warmth. "OK. I'll go with you." She finally said as she pulled back, her smile never left her. She then took a few steps back then turned and left the room to collect what she needed.

An hour passed and Saoirse had finally collected what she needed. She had her art tools, her pillow and comforter, a couple outfits, and a pendant that glowed in the dark, her most precious treasure. She was finally ready to leave the only home she had left in her memory. She was scared yet was glad she wouldn't be going alone.

@TalijaKey
Abel watches his soulmate as he goes on about where he is from. Brazil....which means that he is just vacationing here. That though hurt but this time he hides it. He smiles and memorized everything he says. Then the most obvious question pops up. A snow leopard in hot areas makes little to no sense. Heck he remembered sitting in front of his grandparents asking the same thing. Along with more questions after that. He matches pace with Manu subconciously. His head tilts as he realized the slow in pace. He decides to ignore it.

"Yea...basically the cat gene skips every few generations. Originally my family was in the mountains with real snow leopards, but the slowly moved down until at one point it seemed that the genes disappeared completly. Slowly they moved to the Americas, but around my gret great great great grandfather realized he was a leopard when he accidentally shifted during a fight in a war." He smiles somewhat. "Imagine their surprise" he looks over at manu. "It skipped to my grandfather and then skipped to me" he studies manu lightly. "My grandparents were both extremly old when they died" he says that implying something. His family has very slow aging and he doesn't just want to say it....rather hoping Manu would figure it out and come to his own conclusions. "So that's my origin story" he smiles at that.

Countless gallons of water ran down the drain as the graceful vampire was reduced to nothing more than a sobbing heap. Béatrix’ bloody tears only served to make even more of a mess, would the water ever run clean? She thought about the girl she had murdered when her humanity wasn’t intact… and how many years she had spent running around claiming human lives just the same. No, no amount of cleansing could wash away her sins.

One with a lesser conscience would simply blame everything on the bloodlust, but the truth is, vampirism had never made Béatrix a monster. Vampirism had given her a second shot at the life that the Black Death would have gladly snuffed out. Francis had saved her and taught her to be a well-mannered, sophisticated vampire - a wife who maintained all the ladylike qualities she’d had as a human. Without Francis, she had spiraled into a cold-hearted murderer, a whore who’d just as soon screw you as she would kill you, preferably in that order. Hell, she’d even tried to pull off a one-night stand with her soul mate…

The wallowing in a self-pity party was to be expected after a humanity shift and, in time, Béatrix stood up and turned off the shower. It was important to repent for one’s sins, but it was even more important for her to catch the next flight to NY. Of all the places in the world, Trixy had the fewest enemies in the States, she would be safest there. Flitting around the old home, Béatrix gathered her things, remembering to go get her phone, which rested plainly on the balcony railing as if nothing had ever happened that day.

Staring out of the plane’s window, Trixy meditated on the real reason she was heading back to New York. It wasn’t the job, or the swanky apartment, or even for her own safety. No, it was to get answers. Out of all the awful things that hateful bastard had said and done, nothing stabbed quite as much as those two words: "My son." Trixy looked down at the name on her wrist, the same one that the Alpha had been glaring at when he uttered the phrase. She clenched her fists in her lap. If Bartholomew had anything to do with this, or with Francis, so help him… The world did not yet know what kind of monster Béatrix de la Croix could truly be.

@Ace of flames01

There was no room in his emotions for the relief or satisfaction of her answer. His mind instead caught up in all his failings. Grief, guilt, shame. He watched her leave the room, a stoic expression on his face while inside he cringed. What had he just done... Each vivid memory slowly plagued in his mind, so raw, so unrefined, so ungentlemanly. Dorian wanted to consume more of that darkness and just fade away and hide, from her and himself.

A welcoming pain exploded in his arm interrupting his self displeasure. 'The devils toll'. Dorians little display earlier was not to be taken or used lightly. He himself has had to put down a fellow cleaner who could not come back from it. It was defiantly not the thing to be used merely as a house trick or means of impressing display. The wounds that formed one of the names on his arm knotted away as the skin pressed firmly together, it might not look it but that was by far more painful then what came next.

It was like the claw of a large beast, sharp but no knife edge, that repetitively tore against his skin. Scratch after scratch, slice after slice. Slowly pulling the flesh apart to leave letters of a name. The blood soaked into the sleeve of his arm as the fabric became heavy and wet.

Dorian held the wound, embracing the pain, knowing the blood would soon stop. He didn't much care for the particulars of the name right now instead his thoughts focusing more on Saoirse. But what was done couldn't be undone.

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By the time she was ready Dorian had already hauled all of his stuff and some of hers outside. Saoirse might be surprised to see a limo waiting for them out the front but Dorian was nonchalant about the whole thing. On the ride to the airport Dorian sat more then a seat away from Saoirse and did his best to avoid conversation or eye contact. He changed his shirt, checked his papers, retied his shoes, checked unnecessarily on some weapons, made small conversation with the driver. Anything to seem busy. Any questions came back with minimalist answers.

They arrived at the airport with 45 minutes to spare. Dorian spoke in private to the driver but didn't seem to pay him. In gentlemanly fashion Dorian insisted on assisting Saoirse with her luggage, trying to regain his stature. Their late booking didn't give them ideal seating. They were almost cabins apart.
"I'll be back in a moment."
He tells Saoirse, placing down one of his suitcases. Dorian takes both of their tickets and approaches a young blonde female behind a counter. Leaning on the desk he begins a conversation, it is unclear what he was saying but her expression rose from concerned to relieved then her lips grew into a smile before she blushed and later laughed. By the time he was returning to Saoirse with two new tickets the woman behind the counter was watching him leave and twirling her hair.

"That's a bit better, would you like the window seat?

@Dark Light

Saoirse was certainly surprised by the limo, however, she said nothing. Throughout the entire time, she remained silent and refused to so much as even glance. She acted as if what had just happened between them never actually occurred at all. She already knew his reasons behind his actions, that it was not of his own free will, however, the feelings she expressed were genuine and she hoped that Dorian would notice that.

They eventually arrived at the airport, however, upon glancing at their tickets, Dorian immediately walked over to a young woman who seemed to be a member of staff. She payed no mind as to watching the conversation, yet she heard, felt, and smelled the entire thing as clear as day, causing her to tense up. Once Dorian had returned, Saoirse quickly snatched the ticket for the window seat and glanced at it. "Huh. She likes you." Was her only reply. Her voice had suddenly become cold and sharp like the cold steel of a blade. She grabbed her bags and went through the security check. There was a minor inconvenience resulting in her having to get a thorough pat down by a male officer, which oddly enough resulted in some small talk, a bit of laughter, and a bit of blushing from Saoirse, however it quickly subsided after finding nothing and exchanging one last friendly smiled and laugh, then she went on her way with a swift pace.

After boarding the plane, she took her seat and looked out the window, glancing at her homeland for possibily the last time. After the plane took off, Saoirse leaned against the window side of her seat, balancing her chin ontop of her hand, and closed her eyes. "I'm going to try to get some sleep." She said, not once looking at him, as she relaxed and quickly drifted off into sleep.

@Ace of flames01

The flight for the most part was uneventful, Dorian didn't mind. It gave him opportunity for self reflection. He analysed the events of the past few days, forcing himself to focus on something other then his bathroom encounter with Saoirse. The thought still made him stir with both embarrassment and excitement. None the less it was unbecoming of him to act in such a manor, judging from her retreat and since silence, Dorian could only believe he had gone to far.

He closed his eyes and tried to think about something other then Saoirse and a new face came to his mind, a mans, a man bearing a smug smile, a man bearing a smug smile as he ran his hands over Saoirse.
That damn fuckin' security guard!
Dorian already had means to dislike their profession, it was a personal thing as he always found they got in the way. But he really disliked this one. His jaw was already tightly clenched shut as he thought of all the malicious things he could do to hurt him.

'This is ridiculous' he eventually thought to himself. Even though he daren't tempt it, Dorian could and in the past had, controlled the will of demons. Now, since meeting Saoirse, he could barely control his own desires let alone thoughts. He told himself to excuse the man for doing his job and had nearly excepted and believed he had until his eyes befell the man again. At first he thought it a mistake, but sure enough, sitting at the front of the plane, there he was.
An unknown jealousy rose in the pit of his stomach like a kraken in the sea. Ready to destroy all reason.

Lucky, just lucky Saoirse was asleep and hadn't seen him. Dorian looks for a way to position himself that would announce Saoirse as his. But short of interrupting her sleep and wrapping his arms around her there was nothing he could do in these limited seats. He resigns and tilts his head back closing his eyes and gets as close to sleep as the discomforts and commotion of the plane would allow.

Dorian was awake when the plane came to landing, he moved with polite haste as he lead Saoirse out of the airport to an awaiting stylish black Mercedes. The old driver wore a styled silver moustache and gave Dorian a welcoming nod in greeting.
"Sir" he had said, acknowlaging him on sight.
It was a lengthy drive to the large estate. The massive building was two stories with a massive accessible attic and probably a cellar too. Drenched with history and detail the house was a sight to marvel. Wrought iron gates opened for the car giving way to the long driveway.
Dorian made his way up the stairs leaving the driver to handle the luggage, he opened the heavy ornate dual doors and guestured for Saoirse to enter.

"Welcome" he said with a polite smile.

@Dark Light

For most of the flight, Saoirse was asleep, however, she did engage in some friendly conversation with the security guard she met prior, when Dorian was seemingly asleep.

Finally she had arrived in the New York with Dorian. On her way out, she said her farewells to the guard and she and Dorian were invited out for a friendly drink the next time he was in town. With a nod and a wave, she then followed closely behind her as she took it all in. The sights, the smells, the sounds, all of which were very different and very overwhelming, yet she managed to keep her composure and kept quiet. Throughout the car ride, she didn't say a word and looked out the window, taking in the scenery and familiarizing herself with her new surroundings. The sights, however, were interrupted by the strong scent of jealousy, anger, and hatred, seeping out of every pore on Dorian's body. She expected him to start yelling at her, for reasons she didn't know, at any given moment, yet he said nothing. She touched the base of her neck where there was a small bruise left from before. The memory somewhat still fresh in her mind, made her blush slightly.

After a while, they arrived at a luxurious and large building. It was lovely, yet intimidating at the same time, causing her to suddenly become shy, nervous, and reserved and stay close behind Dorian as the 2 entered the building. She looked at the ground the entire time, feeling inadequate to enter such a home with her appearance and background. "Thank you for having me." She murmered quietly, barely audible, her cheeks rosy with embarrassment and a weak and nervous smile, as her eyes never left the floor. His welcome was polite yet felt ominous to her as the scent of jealousy was still very strong on him.

@Ace of flames01

"I took the liberty to take down the sign sir."
Said the sturdy old butler as he stepped into the doorway.
"I hope you find everything to your liking."

"leave the luggage in the entry, I'll take it from there, thankyou."

"Very well sir, if that's all you need I shall be on my way. I will be available to take you to your destination from eight PM onwards tomorrow."
He gives a humble bow and makes his way to the car.

Dorian looks around the grand entrance way and admires the stairwell. Clearly this was his first time in the building too.

"Until I sort out what is going on this will be our residence, you will need to keep close so I can keep you safe... Sorry there isn't any security guards here to help with that." It was a sharp subtle passive aggressive quip.
You can pick your own room, I'll move your luggage when you have chosen. You can't let anyone know you are here, alright!?"

Dorians voice was stern and demanding, he hadn't even considered that he might be making this marvelous newly brought house sound like a prison. Dorian strolled the lower level perimeter of the house inspecting the outside view from every window.

@Lunar
Email

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Itsuji Reyo

This is Dorian.
I know it has been quite some time but I am sure you still remember me.
I have a one time offer for you.

Are you still interested in learning of the things I do?
Do you wish to study under my patronage?

My demands and expectations will be strict, any misconduct and expulsion will be the least of your concern. I will provide you with residence for the duration of your mentoring but your liveliness and safety is not my concern or responsibility.

Bring an 8 piece outdoor high resolution bullet IP security camera system with an addition two wide angle IR dome camera's. It needs an encrypted wireless LCD monitor as well as secure adaptable monitoring and recording software.

Bring it to the location provided in the attachment. Make sure you can install it all too.
You will find sufficient funds in your account to cover any and all expenses.

I only offer this to you because your family was once good to me.

I hope to see you soon.

Regards
Dorian

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@Dark Light

The scent of jealousy suddenly grew stronger from Dorian as his spoke, though she didn't understand why he was so upset. Annoyed by his tone, she grabbed her bags. "I don't know what you are so pissed about but just because your name is on my wrist, it doesn't mean you own me. I am not your pet dog." She replied finally making eye contact with him, however, instead of their usual warm and gentle nature, they were now cold and sharp, her voice matching, causing the hackles on Dorian's neck to raise; behind those pools of blue, was a wolf... And it was growling at him.

She tightened her grip around her baggage, whiped around, and stormed off with calm expression on her face and a quick stride, choosing the room farthest from Dorian's, yet closest to the surrounding woodlands. She closed the door behind her and took a deep breath, trying to relax. However, she failed and let out an angry scream, as she threw her suit case onto the floor as hard as she could, sending her clothes scattered around the room. She then paced the room a few times, combing her fingers through her hair; breathing heavily, then falling onto the bed. Her arms and legs sprawled out on the mattress as she stared at the ceiling. Her anger had subsided, yet her confusion remained. She simply couldn't understand why Dorian was so angry.

Liana ran her fingers lightly over her left wrist. She couldn’t really feel the sensation like she normally can, it was a strange feeling. Instead of warm skin at her fingertips, there was a cooler latex. She held both wrists out in front of her, they looked the same. It felt as if a load had been lifted off her shoulders. No destiny, no potential disaster, just whatever she decided for herself. It was unfortunate that it was only for the production she was in. The lady who had done her makeup did a really good job of hiding the name and date on her wrist. A feminine voice called out to the distracted girl.

“Liana, they need you for the next scene!” It was her manager, Mrs. Marian. An older, sometimes strict woman poked her head around the corner of the dressing room.

“I’m coming,” She called out, standing up to rush out the door. When she exited her small quiet room, she was hit with a wall of sound and bustling about. Mrs. Marian grabbed the girl’s hand and lead her around the maze of hallways and into a green screen room. There was a group of people huddled around, discussing something or another. A couple better known actors stood around the room, some interacting with each other or memorizing their script. This was the largest production she’d been on yet. It was exciting and new. She already had her lines memorized since she’d only has a few, so she was free to talk to the other actors until they were ready to shoot.

Immediately, she went to find the people she interacted with on screen. She exchanged some words about what they would do and how they will respond. Then things would usually take a more upbeat, friendly turn. When time came for the cameras to actually start rolling, Liana got really into her character. She was only in the movie of one scene before her character died, but she wanted to do it as best as she could. She didn’t let the better known people intimidate her, instead she connected with then. The shoot was almost too short, but then again, her stomach said otherwise. Since Mrs. Marian had to do a bit more paperwork, Liana decided to go get food on her own. She wandered the city looking for a good place to eat. Nothing fancy or expensive, but not exactly fast food.