Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
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Post by Sephora Forrest on May 24, 2009 12:33:24 GMT 1
Wow. Sephora was rather stunned; that was unexpected. She didn’t think that she had ever seen someone so passionate about something before. The topic was even more… unusual. Morality; a strange subject to get riled up about. But she had to admit, it was all very reasonable. She had had to conceal a small smile about the ‘human’ population thinks killing is wrong. So true, so true… Still, Silas spoke of it all as though he certainly was not part of the human population who thought about right and wrong. In fact; she could have sworn that he was singling himself out from the rest of the dull and boring human population.
Sephora was actually beginning to find herself warming to this man; perhaps he would not be so revolted of her if he knew exactly what she was… And then Sephora knew in her heart that no human would ever accept her for what she was without holding bias; be it hatred or fear, against her, even if she promised that she would not kill them. Silas in particular; since she did actually intend to feed off him. Telling him that she was a vampire would wreck any hope she had of freely getting any of his sweet, sweet smelling blood.
“I do see where you’re coming from,” replied Sephora when she had finally regained her tongue, smiling ever so slightly with a tone of amusement, “You don’t have that speech hidden away in one of your pockets do you?” She continued to run Silas’s speech through her head, analyzing every facet of it. She had never known that humans could think the way that he did; she was pleased about this. She would probably end up following him around not only for his blood but also his interesting view on life. It would make keeping him alive too; he was the best entertainment she had had in years.
Sephora knew all about the muggle facets of the conversation that he had used for examples, but the ‘You-Know-Who’ comment right at the end had confused her. She had just sort of integrated herself into wizarding society no questions asked, since she didn’t usually get to know any of the people she was considering feeding off. Or anyone else for that matter. She had just never been much of a social person. Still, she wasn’t going to ask about that cryptic name in fear of giving away her muggle heritage. It made no difference to her; muggles and wizards were all humans which basically in her terms meant food.
“You really do have quite an interesting outlook on life don’t you,” mused Sephora again, more to herself than Silas. He was turning out to be quite an interesting character indeed.
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Post by Silas Rosier on May 25, 2009 7:20:35 GMT 1
The girl seemed a little lost for words. Silas had to try not to laugh again in case he was mistaken as being rude, but his amusement was still clear as he picked up the wine bottle again and topped up Sephora’s glass. Yeah, okay, so he could see how suddenly erupting into a speech could be construed as a little odd. She could talk again when she was ready.
Hmm. What the hell did Sangre Vino mean anyway? He turned the bottle to read the black label only to be defeated by the small, blurry gold print that carried the important information. Experimentally he held it further from his face and his vision cleared enough for it to be legible. Goddamnit he hated needing glasses.
“You don’t have that speech hidden away in one of your pockets do you?”
Okay, that time he did laugh. Her question distracted him from the bottle and he put it back down on the bar. “No, I just get asked it a lot.” Well, technically he hadn’t even answered her question but he was fairly sure there was an implied No in there somewhere. “And besides, I just call it how I see it.”
Now, where’d that absinthe bottle go and where did Ed keep the sugar cubes?
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on May 26, 2009 12:30:58 GMT 1
Ah well; Sephora was just going to have to steal his coat at a later date and check his pockets for that speech… She watched Silas pick up the bottle of wine again and search around for the bottle of spirits he had been mixing it with. Perhaps drinking that wine hadn’t been such a wise idea after all; wizards surely knew that vampires existed; but Sephora doubted there was enough of them in the world for many to have actually met one. She had never even seen another one, so what were the chances of Silas knowing anything much about them?
Damn; just thinking about vampires had set her stomach off again with new intensity. Where did that huge steak just go? Sephora sighed, mentally giving in to her instincts. She knew that she needed blood tonight; the steak had only masked her hunger for a small time. Why not take it from delicious smelling Silas? He would never know and surely it would not seriously be too hard to lure him away… After all, they were at least acquaintances now. Never before had she met a man in a pub who would refuse to follow her if she asked them to come.
“So…” began Sephora, adopting a slightly more playful tone; almost flirtatious with a smile playing on her lips, “Do you live in your office or do you actually have a house somewhere around here?” It was easily dark enough outside not to be seen, and she doubted that they would be followed if she led him somewhere… but it was better to be safe than sorry.
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Post by Silas Rosier on May 29, 2009 5:42:05 GMT 1
Silas raised an eyebrow and gave Sephora a quick glance. Huh. Okay. Was the tone she was using intentional, or was he just looking into things that weren’t there? Coupled with that question, the little cheeky smile didn’t necessarily help either. Regaining a look of impassivity, Silas went back to reopening the bottle of absinthe and pouring it up to the dose line.
It wasn’t that he minded. After all, he was always a fan of whatever pandered to his ego, so far be it for him to explicitly turn down anyone’s attention. The onset had just seemed a little... sudden, that's all. Better to wait a moment before he jumped to conclusions.
“I have a house in a suburb outside of Hogsmeade,” he lied, subconsciously glancing out the window as he magically resealed the bottle and put it back. It wasn’t like she needed to know specifics, mostly because he wasn’t in the habit of inviting many people back there due to the presence of certain, err, items that he may get in a little bit of trouble for owning. Okay, a lot of trouble. Besides, hotel rooms worked just as well when it came down to it. “What about you? I know you’re travelling, but surely you’re staying somewhere.”
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on May 29, 2009 13:10:41 GMT 1
“No, I only uh, just got into town today, so I actually don’t have any accommodation…” replied Sephora truthfully. Still, a place to stay wouldn’t matter until morning… and maybe she could bunk at his house? She didn’t openly have to offer her services… just maybe hint at it enough for him to let her stay. She really didn’t want to stay at some dingy hotel… But what if he twigged about her ‘abnormality’ when she slept for most of the day and kept the curtains drawn? That wouldn’t do at all; because then she would have to kidnap him. Or kill him. She didn’t like that idea at all. His blood was too precious; and he was more interesting than most humans were. Before her transformation, Sephora had never really appreciated exactly how boring humans could be. They were all so generic. Well all of them except Silas.
Sephora looked hopefully up at Silas; batting her long eyelashes in an over the top way. She really would need a place to crash; since she really didn’t like the sunlight. It was far too bright for her tastes and made her skin peel. Not that she could say this; especially since this was one of the parts of the world where sunlight was a rarity and she had come from Australia for goodness sakes; one of the sunniest places in the world. “I don’t really know anyone around here… well apart from you of course. I was going to rent a room, but I don’t have enough cash on me right now… Does this village even have places to stay?” she continued. This was actually a lie; she had plenty of cash on her in hidden pockets, but he wasn’t going to know that was he? “Either way; I’m not sure I could front them any time soon, and a nice soft bed would be a mighty comfort right about now… If you know where I could find one of course.”
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Post by Silas Rosier on May 30, 2009 5:01:26 GMT 1
A little bit... naïve wasn’t she? You’d assume most people would think the idea of a young woman asking some male stranger in a bar if it was possible to crash at their place for a while in under an hour of meeting them as a guaranteed one way ticket to a shallow grave. Not that he was trying to throw doubts on the respectability of the Hogs Head’s patrons but... okay, yeah, he was. The bar also had places available to stay, but, again, he wasn’t going to throw Ed a helping hand if he could help it.
“The Three Broomsticks has affordable rooms,” Silas replied, drumming his fingers on the bar while his mind churned over every option short of offering up his own couch. The girl was being suitably suggestive, but, something was 'off' about all this. That, and, once more, there were numerous items of questionable legality sitting in plain view at home that needed to be dealt with first. “I could set you up there, but you’d need to pay me back once you found work. With interest, of course.”
Was that considered profiteering? Er, probably not.
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on May 30, 2009 12:08:40 GMT 1
Silas’s refusal hit her in the face like a bucket of water. Any previous merriment vanished completely; her entire body stiffening, and her eyes hardening to bright crystals. The sudden coldness about her demeanor was probably very noticeable, but at this stage she was beyond caring. He did so not just reject her! “Thank you for your… generous offering,” she replied with her voice dangerously smooth meeting his gaze with surprising anger in her eyes. Clearly her first impression of him was wrong. Thinking that he would be an easy meal and target would have been just too simple for her life! There was no way that she was going to cut a break at this rate.
“If you would be so kind, but I’m afraid that I don’t know the way. Would you be able to show me?” continued Sephora in a sugary smooth voice, a plan quickly falling into place in her mind. She was definitely going to feed off him; oh yes indeed. There was no way that she was being denied such a feast. She would work on softening him up later; and if that failed, she could always steal him away - wizard or not. So long as he did not suspect her; there was nothing he could do to save himself. He would be a sitting duck. Sephora actually inwardly smiled maliciously at this; the only external evidence of this realization was a dark smile that played at the corners of her lips. Really, he had brought it upon himself. Whether it be the easy way or the hard way; no man could resist her.
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Post by Silas Rosier on May 31, 2009 15:57:50 GMT 1
Sephora’s sudden change in demeanour was unexpected enough that Silas actually stopped what he was doing again in order to look her up and down in case he’d missed something. ... What the fuck? Okay, screw naïve, the girl was probably just deranged or something. He gave her an option that didn’t involve whoring herself out for a roof over her head and she was... angry about it? Barring the possibility that she was some kind of succubus, the reaction seemed a little off. (And even then, hell, he was practically taking her off to a hotel room.)
Or maybe it was just the money. Surely charging a little (Or a lot. Probably a lot.) of interest on a hotel bill wasn’t that traumatising either. Granted, she was hot, but not hot enough for him to feel inclined to totally cover her room cost if that was what she was pissy about.
Goddamnit women were fucked up in the head sometimes. He didn’t have the patience to deal with mood swings at the moment, especially when everything was going so smoothly not half a second ago.
Still, her voice was calm, sweet, and a little too restrained for the rage that had seized her up a moment ago. The muscles around her eyes were still tense, which easily gave her away. What was going on in that head of hers? Should he be worried? Because for some reason, he wasn’t.
This might actually be interesting.
“Sorry, my place is currently busy,” Silas apologised automatically, the lie slipping off his tongue just as easily as everything else he’d said so far that day, “so this is the best I can do for you.” There, that might make her feel better. If she didn’t believe him? Who cared. It’s not like he needed to impress her or anything, he just didn’t want her growling at him for the rest of the night.
“The Three Broomsticks is nearby. Hang on a sec.” If he was going to go walking he needed booze to go. Looking around the bottom shelves, Silas found an almost empty bottle of vodka with about one shot remaining. That’d do. He twisted off the cap and downed the contents in one go.
Now where was the sug-? Bingo. There wasn’t any time to do things properly, so he’d have to improvise. A simple spell later and the liquor from the glass in front of him had moved to the empty vodka bottle, filling it about a third of the way. After tossing in a measured amount of sugar, he then touched the side of the bottle with his wand and the rest began to slowly fill with water. Immediately the once emerald alcohol started clouding, changing to an opalescent shade of pale green in rhythmic swirls and a variety of intricate patterns as the bottle filled up.
“There.” That’d do. The purist absinthe drinkers would probably have him murdered, but fuck them. As he screwed the lid back on, Silas glanced at the plate of food he’d pilfered for himself before, lying there uneaten and now most likely cold. Ed could deal with it.
“Ladies first,” Silas said pleasantly, nodding at the door of the pub leading outside. He would have been quite happy to lead the way a moment ago, but like hell he was letting her out of his sights now after that little bout of whatever-that-had-been. Who knew what she might get up to.
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jun 1, 2009 12:24:27 GMT 1
“Sorry, my place is currently busy,” apologised Silas; apparently he had noticed her rather violent reaction a moment ago. Sephora knew most of her anger had been fuelled by her surprisingly empty stomach coupled with shock; but there was really nothing she could do about it now. All the same; she was rather annoyed at her stomach at this point; couldn’t she even have a normal life without something upsetting her enough to want to kill a person? Well almost anyway.
Sephora couldn’t help but find his explanation a little lacking in creativity; or at least in believability. She had seen him weighing up whether or not to take her with him, so this explanation had come a little late. And charging interest? What was up with that? Still; considering where he worked this wasn’t that surprising.
When he turned away to grab himself more alcohol; Sephora whipped out a small compact mirror and composed herself, checking that not too much teeth was showing through and that her make up hadn’t been ruined by the weather. She knew that some patrons would see her last with him, but hoped that no one would question this fact later on. He may have been telling the truth about his house; but Sephora highly doubted it. There was certain morbidity in her nature now that wanted to see him humiliated. He wouldn’t know it was her who had done it to him, and since she wanted to get on his good side hence hang around him and keep any competition’s dirty mitts off him; she probably wouldn’t go around being particularly harsh to him in future. But right now; with her stomach and pride egging her on, she needed to devise a plan in which made him look like a right damn fool.
Ah, it seemed that Silas was finally ready. “Ladies first,” he said; motioning at the door. Sephora knew that she would have to stop being so suspicious around him. Too late for that right about now; so she rose with a grace that she knew many women would kill for. Actually; that was exactly the price that had to be paid. How ironic. His cautiousness made it a little more difficult however; and Sephora inwardly cursed her temper. She would have to feed a lot more often now if she intended to keep it under control.
That was when an idea sprang to mind. Silas had mentioned his rather… interesting relationship with the owner of the Hog; and it sounded to Sephora as though they enjoyed tormenting each other. Wouldn’t it be rather funny if Silas was delivered to the man’s doorstep gagged and so very obviously out of it? Sephora thought so. Perhaps it was a good thing that he was behind her; so that he could not see her self satisfied smirk light up her face momentarily.
But how to approach him so that he would not see her and perhaps suspect her later? She pondered this for a second; she could knock him out, but a giant lump the size of a baseball would be pretty obvious the next day. He would see her if she jumped openly at him as well. But ah; the door. She stepped out first, therefore could position herself to be able to grab him the moment he stepped outside. This depended on whether there was anyone outside the door of course… Still if that failed she was sure that she could get him when turning some corner. She didn’t know the way after all and he would have to lead or at least draw up beside her at some point.
It was very dark outside, and rather cold. Even with her supernatural body she could feel it. She would have to knock on the door to make sure that Silas did not freeze to death outside. Not that it made much difference. She would be long gone by the time the door had opened. But to where? All these endless questions were making her rather grumpier. She could go to the Three Broomsticks and get herself a room; it wasn’t as if she was short of money. Silas could have been mugged on the way home for all she knew. Perfect. She silently stepped back into the shadows on the other side of the door, and figured she would simply nab him as soon as he stepped out into the frigid night.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jun 2, 2009 10:53:16 GMT 1
Silas picked up the bottle in his right hand and quickly followed Sephora out, his left hand dipping into the warmth of his pocket as a safeguard against the cold. Although, the fact that particular pocket also held his wand didn’t hurt either. His trust of the strange young woman was at an all-time low right now. Fuck, should have brought gloves, but it was a little late for that. “We can take the long way through the main streets or a shortcut, if you don’t mind the dark,” he suggested, holding up as the girl passed through the door into the night then following behind her.
Of course, Sephora seemed to have forgotten four very important points. One, that the Hogs Head was not just tucked away on its own in a little corner of Hogsmeade, it was located right on the edge of the very busy business district. Two, it was Sunday, so a large number of students were still lingering from the school. Three, it was the last Sunday before Christmas, meaning anyone and everyone was trying to pack in as much last minute shopping as possible. And last but not least, the sun may have gone down, but the village was by no means dark. All the streetlamps had been lit, including the one right outside the door, bathing the doorway in a warm, golden glow. Right on cue as Silas stepped out, a large gaggle of Ravenclaw girls started rushing past, chatting anxiously and peering into their shopping bags.
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