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Though Renfield tended his vegetable garden in the early morning around sunrise he also checked up on it in the evening when he got home from work in his uncle's law office where he did real-estate. Often he'd find bugs on the vegetables. It was good for the garden?to remove them, but he also enjoyed the salty crunchy taste and the quick exhilarating jolt of life force he felt from each one as it died under his teeth. His mother and uncle often complained about him bothering with a garden when he had enough money to simply buy his greens, but he enjoyed the soothing comfort of having his hands in the soil and tending the vegetables. And of course the bugs!
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The small young man was disappointed to only find a few bugs on the baby tomatoes today, but their rapid little lives had indeed energized him. He'd been invited out to dinner with some people from work, and had agreed to go because the conversation was intellectually stimulating. The only downside of the evening was that Roger Hamilton would be there and the man always gave him odd sidelong looks sense seeing Renfield eat that spider from the office wall some months back. Knowing that people would be unreasonable about his...snacking habits he did his best to keep them out of sight, but sometimes things happened. It didn't seem the man had told anyone, but the looks annoyed Renfield nonetheless. They really annoyed him.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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Rebekah longed for a time when constantly looking over her shoulder, as if at any moment her father would emerge from the shadows to bring about a swift end to her incredibly long life, would no longer be a thing. It was for that reason that she and her siblings were unable to put down roots anywhere no matter how strong the desire for a home might be. Perhaps leaving New Orleans was a decision made a little prematurely but words couldn’t express how important it was to remain several steps ahead of Mikael if one wanted to go on living.
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It was almost a decade to the day since Nik removed that bloody dagger informing her that she’d spent fifty-two years trapped in a damned coffin. The first thought to enter her mind upon awakening had been of Marcel Gerard with whom she had fallen in love. But when she asked what became of him her brother had taken great pleasure in telling her all about the choice he’d given the young man...growing old with her or becoming a vampire which meant giving her up.
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She drew a breath moving through the streets of London intent on finding a suitable restaurant where a little pleasant conversation could be had. It was always the best choice when one intended to simply while away either minutes or hours before moving on to something far more important. Which under other circumstances, perhaps might well have proven to be an accurate assessment of her intentions for the evening. If not for an intense desire to steer clear of the very brother who was prone to driving daggers through her heart.
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Her blonde hair worn down around her shoulders aside from the few strands pulled back with a simple clasp. She had chosen a simple, elegant light blue dress fitting of the upper-class as the vampire was passing herself off as the daughter of a wealthy merchant. This was hardly anything new as centuries ago in France she and her siblings had used a rather similar cover story.?
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OOC, NPC friend of Renfield's with him for some interaction.
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"Look there, That pretty young lady is walking all alone. That can hardly be right. I mean it could very well be unsafe. I?may very well be saving her life right now if I offer to escort her."
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The words had come from Benjamin, one of the fellows Renfield had agreed to meet for an after work dinner.
They'd decided to walk, taking in the pleasant evening air rather than getting a carriage to the upscale restaurant where they were meeting the others from the office.?Renfield arched a brow, and struggled not to roll his eyes.
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"Very well. I shall perhaps see you at the restaurant later then."
Sometimes Benjamin turned up and sometimes not when encountering a pretty face as apparently he could be a charmer.
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"Oh no," Ben said, catching at the sleeve of Renfield's black suit jacket.
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"You can't leave me now old chap! It wouldn't appear improper if we both escorted her. Were it me alone, I could appear to be the predator from whom I would protect the lady."
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Renfield sighed. His friend, tall and lanky with a face most women found pretty with long dark?lashes and sculpted features looked the dandy but not the predator.
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"I hadn't planned on sitting with you all evening playing chaperone while you charm another girl, Ben," Renfield said impatiently.
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"I agreed to come out with the fellows and that's what I plan to do."
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"Fine. I understand. Just we'll walk her to where she's going and that'll be that. IF she'd like me to call upon her again, I can do that alone surely."
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Renfield sighed.
"Fine," he acquiesced.
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Ben sprinted ahead, Renfield lagging behind slightly, steps slower and more dignified as he watched with a wary expression.
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"Excuse me Miss,"Ben called out to Rebecca.
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"May my friend and I escort you to where ever it is that you're headed? It's just that we hate to see a pretty lady walking alone on these dangerous London streets unescorted."
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For his part, Renfield didn't really care. Noone had made the girl go out alone, and he wasn't her keeper but he kept his expression politely impassive.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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Rebekah listened in amusement to the conversation of the two mortals, one of which seeming much more eager to assume the role of her gentleman escort this evening. There was always the temptation to point out that most who might intend her harm should be much more frightened of her than she of them. But alas, one must always keep up appearances otherwise risk drawing unwanted attention.
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She paused slightly as a male voice called out then slowly turned looking around before finally letting her gaze fall on the young man sprinting toward her. “Yes, I suppose it was a bit careless of me. I usually don’t leave the house at this hour without one of my brothers but we had a bit of disagreement and I’m afraid I let my anger get the best of me.” There was just enough truth to her words not to raise suspicion.
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There had been some conflict over two separate issues with Nik, one being a return to the subject of Marcel and the other about their eldest brother Finn who has been daggered for eight centuries. As of late she’d begun insisting the dagger be removed so their brother might have a chance at a life instead of being carted around in some bloody coffin like a piece of luggage.
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Renfield was becoming?resigned to the?inevitable.?Here it went. She was going?to accept Ben's?offer and Renfield could only hope they wouldn't? be too bloody late for dinner with the others. He hated being late, and when on his own, allowed to function freely, he never was!
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"I understand," Ben was saying, flashing the young lady in question a charming smile.?That was it. Renfield rolled his eyes behind Ben's back. He?didn't need for Ben to see it. He'd done it and he felt better now. IT wasn't about Ben knowing he'd done it, it was about his own self expression.
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"I don't have siblings to fret over, and what you say makes me glad of it. Once I wished for a little brother, but perhaps it's good I was an only child after all."
Was that truly supposed to be interesting conversation? Renfield had never minded being an only child himself. He never contemplated the issue one way or the other?in truth.
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The dull conversation wasn't completely Ben's fault, though. There was only so much one could speak with most young ladies about, after all. they tended to swim in the shallow pool as it were and like it that way. Renfield found it set his teeth on edge and was struggling not to grind them right now. Every time his bloody mother set him up with a young lady, one of the daughters of one of her annoying friends, he felt as though he walked on brittle social glass all evening and the best part?was the rush of relieved?glee at the end when it was over. Once he'd even eaten a spider in front of one intentionally just to upset her so the evening could be done with all the faster. That one had been rather chubby so she needed to concern herself with what she ate, actually, and not what he did. Spiders and flies and caterpillars weren't at all fattening but whatever she was consuming that added all that lard to her ass certainly should be contemplated. To make matters even?better he'd decided to tell her so. The memory caused him to smile gleefully and?Renfield hastily composed his expression before Ben and his young lady glanced his way.
"We'd be happy to escort you safely to where ever it is that you're going," Ben said.
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"I'm Benjamin Walker at your service and this is my good chap Renfield.
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Indeed Renfield felt a headache coming on but forced a smile of acknowledgment though it was brief.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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“Pardon me for saying so but…more often than not siblings can be quite a pain in the ass. But they do always have your back, well, almost always.” Rebekah knew such a thing would likely be considered improper coming from a lady but when had she ever shied away from speaking her mind. There was the briefest of moments when declining the offer was being strongly considered as an option though in the name of keeping up appearances her desire to do so was quickly pushed aside.
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“If it’s not too much of an imposition. I’m sure that my brothers would be grateful someone chose to look out for their little sister in their absence.” She did so hate playing the part of the defenseless young woman in need of a big strong man to ensure her safety. “It’s pleasure to meet the both of you.” Her response came with a small smile as the names of her soon to be gentlemen escorts were provided.
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“I’m Rebekah Mikaelson.” To a vampire that last name would be either a cause fear or in rare cases something closer to hatred. Fortunately, most mortals were blissfully ignorant about the existence of her kind so the name was nothing more than just a name. “I was in the mood to find a good restaurant but alas it’s been quite some time since I was last here in London.”
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Ben grinned at the frank way Rebecca spoke and Renfield frowned slightly, wondering if he should?consider her refreshing?or?if he should feel?scandalized. Women who usually spoke so were of a lower class with which one did not wish to be seen, and they were no smarter than the others, just more foul mouthed. But this young lady was smart as well as outspoken, it seemed, so perhaps Ben would find himself a catch for the evening?after all. HE smiled slightly at the thought.
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Ben walked at Rebecca's side while Renfield trailed a fot or so behind so as not to intrude...on whatever they may strike up or not. IN truth he cared not either way.
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"The last?name sounds Viking in nature,"Ben commented.
"I used to be quite into the study of names," he added with a slight apologetic smile for the odd statement.
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"And the grand name does quite suit the lady if I might say," he complimented and Renfield couldn't resist...he rolled his eyes again, only a little.
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When Rebecca spoke of wishing to find a good restaurant Renfield spoke up eagerly. This was grand as they'd not be late, and he'd not have to lag along with Ben and some girl for half the bloody evening.
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"Fantastic. As it stands, we were just on the way to a very nice one ourselves to meet some gentlemen from our office," he said eagerly.
"It's a small place, so quiet but very upscale and it has some of the best quality of food in all of London! It's not very far away either."
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"Indeed,"Ben agreed with an eager smile.
"And you're more than welcome to dine with us."
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Renfield bit back a sigh, glad to be lagging behind. HE supposed with her being alone there was no way out of that one, though Ben certainly hadn't been looking for one either. As they turned a corner, he was distracted by a tall slim woman with long black hair half way down her back. The hair wasn't as long as he thought it should be, but his heart gave a leap and he rushed forward, likely seeming quite odd to Rebecca and Ben. He darted in front of the woman briefly and his face fell in disappointment when her face was all wrong. NO slightly odd yet charming skin color, no light blue eyes or proud bearing and her face wasn't young at all. It looked nearly his mother's age so with a murmured apology and sigh of disappointment he fell back.
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"Renfield old chap," Ben complained, raising an accusing brow at his friend.
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"I'm sorry," Renfield said quietly, and with feeling.
"I...I merely thought she was someone else."
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He'd never admit that the someone else wasn't even real...or he didn't truly?know if she was or not. Likely not. He'd seen her in a dream and he'd never been able to forget it. In the dream he'd been holding her...and for some reason he'd had the feeling she wasn't even born yet. So how he could be with her when he looked just as he did now in the dream he had no idea. Perhaps he was insane as his mother liked to say. He doubted it, as his mother was full of shit on most matters if not all. It had just been a silly dream and he knew it, but every time he saw anyone who even looked similar to the beautiful charming girl he always looked twice.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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“Some of my ancestors were Vikings. There was one in particular that I recall hearing about…he was one of the warriors who slaughtered an entire village found in the Kingdom of Norway during the tenth century. According to the story there were two sisters who somehow survived the attack and during their captivity one fell in love with the before mentioned warrior.” It was a tale that her mother had told often when she was a little girl and Rebekah knew it well enough that it could easily be told as if it were some family story passed down through the generations.
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“It wasn’t long before the two were married and started a family of their own.” She concluded with a smile though decided to add one last bit of information to the tale. “Rumor has it, the two sisters survived because of being witches. If you believe in that sort of thing.” Turning a sideways glance to her escort for the evening curious as to why his friend seemed so quiet. Likely as not his silence had more to do with her presence than anything else under the circumstances.
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Another smile graced her lips when she spoke once more. “I can honestly say that is something I have never been told before.” It was…odd someone would offer a compliment based on her last name though odds were he could just as easily be a bit nervous. The blonde turned to look over her shoulder a bit surprised when his friend had chosen to join the conversation though not opposed to the idea in the slightest. “It sounds wonderful.”
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Her gaze moved back to the man at her side as the invitation was made. “I would love to. If you truly don’t mind the company.” The first thought which came to mind as the other man rushed forwards was that perhaps he’d seen someone he knew though it was quickly cast aside upon noticing the disappointment on his face. Something about it made her feel a rush of sympathy though not because she thought him mad for doing so.
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Once he’d rejoined them offering an apology following his friend’s reaction she decided to say something. “You have nothing to apologize for. Whoever this someone else is, she must mean a great deal and there isn’t a single thing wrong with that.”
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"Of course legends of witches are only built on the fear of what human beings do not understand," Renfield said.
Though his voice was quiet, it was also dismissive.
"The progression of science has gone far to explain many things that used to be greatly feared and I believe it shall rapidly continue to do so."
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"Viking stories were always my favorite as a kid,"Ben said with a laugh.
"Unlike many tales from other cultures they somehow had their own special somehow more unique flair. Not to mention they were tougher," he conclude with a quick nearly boyish grin that somehow sat askew with the fine crisp suit he wore.
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When Rebecca accepted the dinner invitation, he smiled, rich brown?eyes twinkling in pleasure.
"You will most certainly be the prettiest guest at the table," he flattered.
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Then he frowned when Renfield apparently seeing someone he knew, darted ahead, then rejoined them with apologies.
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When Rebecca addressed him with such understanding Renfield froze in shock for a moment after a slight start. How did he explain that the girl he sought and felt such a deep connection to?may not even be real. The only woman to stir his interest...may not even be real. The one he was so certain was different from the rest...may not be real. Instead he nodded and said faintly. "Indeed. And if you seek someone?I do?hope you find them as well."
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"It's just here,"Ben spoke of the restaurant, turning down a quiet side street and stopping at a dark green door with royal looking arches leading into a small yet cozy place of obviously fine dining. HE heeled the door for Rebecca, the perfect gentleman. Renfield moved ahead to secure their table or to give their name if one or more of their party had already arrived.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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“I’m afraid that I believe there are still a great many things in this world that science cannot explain.” Rebekah knew some mortals chose to hide behind it as some sort of?‘security blanket’?and others clung to science as if it were some sort of bible which could provide them with all the answers to the world’s mysteries. If there were such a thing she would have found it during the nine hundred years spent walking this earth.
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She looked to his charming friend who seemed much more interested in talk of Vikings than science and witches. “They were tougher. Something most all expected of their children as well, a desire that didn’t exactly make for the most nurturing of relationships between fathers and sons.” There was a brief flicker of emotion at the memory of one beating in particular stood out as Mikael had almost killed Nik. Had she not been stopped she would have driven a dagger through her father’s heart while he slept to prevent such a thing form ever happening again.
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Pushing memories of the past aside for the time being as they might stir up certain emotions which were not so easily explained unless one knew the whole story. But she supposed if pressed subtle changes could be made that left just enough truth without raising too many questions. Offering a smile at the compliment given. “One might say that you’re being much too kind.”
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Her gaze flicking back to Renfield finding his shock a bit odd though not commenting on it. “Thank you for saying so. We all deserve to find love.” Her willingness to chase after love even after the numerous times her heart had been broken through the centuries was something one brother in particular thought foolish and often went to great lengths to remove possible suitors from the board all in the name of?‘protecting her’.
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She continued along the side street until the trio reached the restaurant in question, offering a polite smile stepping through the open doorway pausing a few feet from the entrance waiting for her gentleman escort to join her.
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Renfield moved quickly?inside, nodding once at Rebecca, obviously basically done with her now that they were at their destination. He'd joined the others, was seated and in conversation by the time the more polite and stately moving Ben had escorted Rebecca to the table and shifted everyone around so that he could wangle a seat at her side. He had invited her, after all, and having her sit between 2 strangers simply would not do.
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"After dinner I am happy to escort you home," he told her once he'd politely pulled out her chair.
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He couldn't help but shoot a bit of an annoyed glare at Renfield who, for some reason, seemed very interested in?tracking the circular progress of a buzzing fly while nervously toying with a napkin and listening to something or other Roger from the firm was saying about why he did not wish to represent the sale of a particular piece of property. The other man brightened when Renfield briskly?suggested some manner of improvements, if the current owners who wished to rid themselves of it could be reasoned with.
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"I'm afraid the dinner talk will likely put you to sleep," Ben told Rebecca apologetically.
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"Now that we're all here at last, we can finally order,Harold called, tone a bit loud and a great deal querulous. Ben knew that the annoyance was directed to he and Renfield for being late, but ignored it with some effort.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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Rebekah watched his odd little friend hurry towards the table ahead of them with one eyebrow slightly raised. Though whatever thoughts might have been about to cross her mind she was soon pushing them aside in favor of remaining focused on the others. “I wouldn’t want to put you to any trouble.” If only it wouldn’t raise too many eyebrows the offer would have been politely declined in order to keep him from crossing paths with Nik.
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Offering a smile as she took a seat in the chair pulled out for her without saying anything about the increasingly odd behavior of Renfield. While catching bits and pieces of the conversation taking place around her while doing her level best to keep quiet given men tended to be primarily of the mind that women existed purely to look pretty and have babies. Being opinionated was generally frowned upon.
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“You would be surprised the dinner talk I have made it through without falling asleep.” She replied knowing a great deal of that involved listening to her own brothers discussing politics among other things that might well bore a person to tears. Though those instances for the most part only happened when mortals were about as keeping up appearances was key to a vampire’s survival in a world where some chose hunting them as their life’s purpose.
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Their loud friend one she imagined finding some fitting form of method of silencing though any such attempt would have to be discreet. Of course, she knew doing so would likely draw some decidedly unwanted attention if there were any vampire hunters in London. So thoughts of that nature were merely used for her own entertainment.
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"So what are some of your favorite topics for dinner conversation," Ben asked Rebecca.
He leaned slightly toward her, speaking quietly so that they could converse around, under the business talk flowing around the table. His eyes sparkled as though they were doing something a little naughty or at the least?sharing a grand secret.?It was more than obvious that the young man was more interested in chatting up Rebecca than anything the others had to say.
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Renfield excused himself when the fly was effectively chased away by William. Annoying, the man could never leave well enough alone in any matter. The fly had gone into a corner of the small restaurant near the front door. If someone opened it to come in or go out, it would likely escape. Renfield had to catch it before that happened. If he was careful no one would notice. He'd merely pretend to go to the watercloset and enjoy it in there.
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Trying not to hurry, he wandered toward the front, moving slowly, he pretended to be studying a painting of musicians performing as he placed a hand over the fly. Carefully scooping it up, he held it trapped as he moved into the men's room. Sighing with relief to find himself alone he quickly popped the crunchy morsel into his mouth, eyes widening in pleasure as he felt the small creature's life force surge into him, giving him strength and energy. Power. That's what it was and no one would understand. Ah well, all the more for him, and besides they didn't deserve it.
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He was calm and his expression far more relaxed and pleasant when he returned to the table. The wine had arrived and he lifted his glass, sipping at the red liquid in pleasure, thinking what a fabulous counterpoint it made, blending wonderfully with the remaining flavor of the fly still lingering on his tongue.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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Rebekah caring little about getting involved in the conversation being carried on by all others at the table with them decided to focus on the attractive gentleman whose interests seemed quite a bit more centered on her. Matching his gesture she leaned slightly toward him though keeping a respectable distance so as not to do something completely improper?(if only for appearances sake). “My interests tend to lend themselves more toward the?‘strange and unusual’?given our family history.”
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She, of course, noticed when his friend excused himself paying little attention to things done during his absence. Though honestly she could have sworn it had something to do with the fly heard buzzing about the table seconds beforehand. But that would be ridiculous, those were the sort of things people either swatted or otherwise got rid of?(not something anyone actively sought out). So, it seemed a little pointless entertaining such thoughts.
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“I tend to find things of that nature more fascinating though normal conversation does have its moments.” Saying too much about herself could prove dangerous, possibly even allow word to get around and draw Mikael here. Besides giving anything more than vague responses could also frighten Ben as often the supernatural terrified humans. “Whenever my brothers and I are gathered around a table talking conversation could be anything from art to war. Quite often one or more will get a bit philosophical or even delve into politics depending on whatever guests we might have.”
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"The strange and unusual is good...well for dinner conversation," Ben said, leaning toward Rebecca slightly in order to cut out the rest of the chatter around the table as much as he could.
"It beats what land will sell best and what won't and can we work with the current owners to improve it and will they agree to do what's necessary?and on and on."
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"So what draws you to the strange and unusual, if I may ask? Boredom with your general ordinary surroundings or? more," Ben asked Rebecca, mild brown eyes now alight with interest.
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Renfield, for his part, was participating in the business talk with far more energy and obviously higher spirits. Though he remained outwardly calm, his bright?black eyes were expressive and active, he was fully alert and paying brisk business like attention to his food. His responses were well thought and drew nods of agreement from those around the table with whom he was engaging. The talk was land, houses, and such, but where he had been nearly board before, he was engaged fully now.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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“It does prove far more interesting than talk of real estate.” Rebekah smiled wondering when one of her brothers would be making an appearance as there was little time that went by without the family being drawn back together.?‘Always and forever.’?A promise that she along with her brothers made centuries ago. “Boredom certainly played a part. But I suppose it had much more to do with having started digging into family history.”
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Casting a quick glance in his friend’s direction noting the change in his demeanor while deciding against taking an active role in that particular conversation. Her choice one made to avoid the risk of giving in to the temptation as there was still a lingering desire to rip someone’s throat out. “When it’s rumored that some of your ancestors were witches it tends to draw one to the?‘strange and unusual’. At least those with a natural curiosity. I imagine some couldn’t care less.”
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She gave a slight pause. “Or some who favor science.” Not that there was anything wrong with taking an interest in that sort of thing, it was just that turning a blind eye to the supernatural tended to cause problems. “There are definitely benefits to such an interest though it cannot explain away everything else no matter how desperately self-proclaimed scientists might wish for that outcome.”
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Renfield felt Rebecca's glance like a startling glancing blow of heat...of anger perhaps? But no. A glance back at the young lady showed her face composed but something brief that she saw in her eyes caused him to look hastily away. Something was wrong there somehow but he couldn't explain it and didn't like that one bit. Things that he could not explain made him uneasy. Perhaps they put him in mind of his uncle...the awful man.
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When Rebecca spoke, in his mind, so scathingly of science and those of scientific mind he nearly stated that only ignorant people subscribed to superstitions that made absolutely no sense what so ever. Instead he turned his attention to the waiter and ordered the sea food platter.? He'd developed quite an appetite.
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"Truly,"Ben asked, eyes shining eagerly as he leaned closer to R Rebecca as she spoke of witches.
"Truly in your family? Like with Salem in the states," he asked eagerly.
"Are there stories of what they did?? Fantastical tales of how they used their power?"
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Though he was interested, probably nearly fascinated and excitable on the matter he still spoke quietly. He knew better than to draw attention on such a subject as all at the table would be disapproving at best and scathingly condescending at worst.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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“If you believe the stories, while my ancestors were living in the states many?many?years ago two of their children slipped out in the night to watch the men turning into wolves. When they returned early the next morning one brother was mauled horribly. His death lead a desperate mother to cast a spell in order to protect her remaining children and husband. Only there were some unforeseen side effects in that they became vampires.” Rebekah figured if the man wanted a?‘fantastical tale’?of how those powers were used then there was none better than her family’s own origin story?(one not widely known).
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She also knew those views in regards to those who chose science over all else had probably struck a nerve with his friend, who surprisingly remained silent on the subject. “What little digging I was able to do before leaving the States…it would seem that most who died as witches during the Salem Witch Trials were the furthest thing from it. Most who possessed real power escaped detection and fled to various corners of the country.”
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It wouldn’t be all that hard to make him a believer though doing anything to prove her point would be most unwise and likely draw her father’s attention. For nine hundred years she and her siblings had been running from him and sadly this seemed to be a cycle never to be broken. Mikael always found them eventually forcing them to once again run.
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Renfield couldn't yelp but give Rebecca a scathing look. She was just a different sort of silly little girl. This one needing to make up tales in her mind of witch craft being responsible for vampireism? This was why he mostly preferred his own company. Renfield was in no way attracted to men, but listening to women talk, blah, blah, blah, made him want to scream and tear his hear out. Idly he wondered if he could move to the other end of the table to avoid a witch and vampire inspired headache, but a glance showed there to be no empty seats...and asking someone to switch with him, while tempting, would likely cause a scene that Ben would not forgive. So instead he waved the waiter over and requested more wine.
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Ben listened with the enthralled look of a boy being told a grand story by a school friend, however.
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"I never saw such in any book...witch craft being responsible for vampirism. There are many great vampire stories, but few covered origins, and this specific one is very interesting," he told Rebecca warmly.
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He'd not seen Renfield's obvious reaction?as Ben hadn't taken his rapt attention or gaze from Rebecca.
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"Have you ever considered writing it down," he asked enthusiastically.
"There is Mary Shelly, you know. A great female author of the times. They even make plays of her Frankenstein.
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?friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
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Rebekah gave no outward indication of having noticed the expression on his face though there were already plans in regards to?‘taking him down a few pegs’?beginning to take shape as he was clearly long overdue for having his eyes opened to a world beyond his precious science. Would the truth be more than this sad little man could handle? Did she truly care? Given that?(as of yet)?nothing about him inspired even the slightest inkling of fondness within her…the answer to the latter question was a resounding?no.
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“It is but one family story that I doubt my ancestors ever intended for the ears of another given its nature.” She knew of other vampires whose origin was much different than that of her family and they were far more?‘别濒颈迟颈蝉迟’. Offering a smile as she replied “I do recall hearing of this story called Frankenstein though I have yet to come across anything that makes it more than an interesting tale.”
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Her mind still turning over possible means of teaching his uppity little friend a much needed lesson. It was something she felt fairly certain Nik would relish doing himself, picking his brain on the subject could yield more than a few interesting possibilities?(none of which would end with this little ‘scientist’ surviving).
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(ooc: more posts to come on Monday and possibly what I don’t get done then will be done on Tuesday afternoon then I will be all caught up again.)
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Kat