Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale
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				Title: <strong>Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 23:06:54</strong>
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				Karl Friedrich had woken early that night, throwing his human servant Baldur (http://bloodandsalvation.pbworks.com/w/page/47710292/Baldur%20von%20Stroheim) of schedule, something that always made the mohawked German upset. Karl was in too much of a rut to care about his servants eccentricities though and instead went about his evening in a fairly normal way. First he got his shower, reviewed the briefs sent over by Zach (http://bloodandsalvation.pbworks.com/w/page/41196960/Zach-Pletho) about some of the contracts that were in negotiation. They had only been back from Afghanistan for a couple of months and already there was talk of sending them off again. A mercenary's work was never done it seemed. Karl swore that the last decade had been nothing but travel for him and if he didn't settle in one place for a decade or two to rest, he was going to wear himself out.<br><br>After the briefings he opened the shutters on his penthouse windows as the sun had finally gone down completely. Baldur came into the living room to check on his master and frowned when he found Karl turning on the stereo. The first song he played, "Kein Zurück" by Wilfsheim. The melancholy sounds of the song filled the penthouse as Baldur stepped up to Karl's side.<br><br>"Du müsst sich über sie zu bekommen." Baldur said without actually looking at Karl. <br><br>Both men stood near the stereo looking out over the city of Miami, silently, until Karl responded.<br><br>"English, Baldur. And when I want your advice on romance, I'll let you know." The master vampire replied, getting a bit testy with Baldur. It didn't affect Baldur one bit, he'd been with his master long enough and had a thick enough skin to not be put off by Karl's mood.<br><br>"Fine." Baldur rumbled in his deep gravely voice. "If you're not going to go to Constantine's house I'd prefer that you didn't sulk around here." It was rare that Baldur spoke so much English. Karl was the only one who really understood that Baldur used it to keep a distance between himself and others. More of Baldur's self loathing and unresolved guilt boiling to the surface.<br><br>"I'm not in the mood to be around them. Besides, we've already seen that there's a chance that her and her human could show up any time. I have no desire to sit there and watch her fawn all over him." Karl spat the words out like acid. "He's not even German! She was once the queen of Prussia!" Karl added, switching gears a bit but the words remaining bitter. Karl then went silent, still stewing in the rejection he felt over his former lover, Olivia (http://bloodandsalvation.pbworks.com/w/page/40906861/Olivia), choosing a mortal over him.<br><br>Baldur gave it a moment or two for his master to settle down. <br><br>"You're going out tonight. Es ist endgültig." Baldur said, leaving Karl at the window to get their coats.<br><br>Karl looked at himself and wondered if he was really dressed for going out. He'd dressed casually in a black pair of Armani jeans and a black, fitted, Armani button up shirt that showed off his muscular chest and arms with a pair of Harley Davidson boots. It was good enough he figured though a bit casual. Looking over at his friend and servant, though, he worried. Baldur was wearing a pair of new rock boots covered in buckles that went nearly up to his knees with his pants tucked into them, a faded Motorhead tshirt, and was putting on his old army field jacket. That combined with the mohawk would make him difficult to get into some clubs if that was what Baldur had in mind.<br><br>"You're never going to get into a club dressed like that." Karl said, his tone revealing his need to find flaws with the plan.<br><br>"Ich werde in Ordnung sein." Baldur replied as he offered Karl one of his designer leather jackets. Karl waved his hand in refusal, not wanting to over dress on a hot summer evening. In the end the only reason Baldur wore his jacket was to hide his USP and his knives. "Los, wir wollen gehen."&nbsp; <br><br>************************************************<br><br>The club was packed, a busy Friday night, there was wall to wall people and there was an energy in the crowd that didn't take a psychic to sense. The music (http://youtu.be/44fc0cw2Tos) was pumping and the bodies on the dance floor moved with the beat of the music. Blue and purple strobes hit the crowd and set a dark but sexy mood throughout the club and drinks flowed like water from the bar that had around six or eight bartenders scrambling to fill orders. Looking out over the crowd in a reserved balcony area were Karl Friedrich and Baldur, watching the crowd as they danced. It was a VIP area that had been taken, until Karl convinced group occupying it that they'd have much more fun down on the dance floor.<br><br>It had worked to undo Baldur's plans of forcing Karl to mingle as they were now in a crowded building yet totally alone all the same. By some stroke of luck, the bar had Asbach and Baldur had been drinking it since they got there. The one victory Karl had managed that night was the happy look on Karl's face as he was able to taste the German brandy through his servant. Baldur had spent half the night trying to point out pretty girls that he thought might help ease his master's feelings of rejection. One by one, Karl had found reasons to blow off the suggestions. Part of the problem was that his master was trying to get over a woman of such exquisite beauty, and taste that it was hard to find a woman who could compete. <br><br>Karl was trying very hard to have a good time when really all he wanted to do was to hunt down Olivia's human and kill him. He reveled in the idea of feeding not only off the man's blood but off of the violent way he would kill him. Karl would pick him apart, piece by piece, pull him open and show the mortal what he was made of. Unfortunately it absolutely wasn't an option. The human was the head of RPIT and even if he managed to kill the man without being caught by the humans, Olivia and worse yet, Constantine (http://bloodandsalvation.pbworks.com/w/page/40900425/Constantine), would know exactly who had done it. Surely Olivia would never speak to him again and Constantine would end him without a second thought for doing something so stupid and risky.<br><br>Lost in thought, Karl let his eyes roam the crowd and judged each person in the crowd. A handful of morons dressed in those over printed button up shirts, sporting spray tans and too much gel in their hair danced like they were on fire. There were plenty of girls dressed in fashions ranging from up to date to last season and far worse. The old Prussian vampire was dangerously close to insisting they leave when a couple of girls near the bar caught his eye. Beautiful, a red head and a brunette, they looked close. They laughed and talked as they got drinks and looked like they'd been dancing and having a good time. <br><br>Baldur knew the look that swept over his master's face. It was subtle enough that few others would have caught it but Baldur was positive that some one had caught Karl's attention. "Welche?" Baldur asked and Karl tried to suppress a grin. "Down there, by the bar...the red head and the brunette..."<br><br>Looking long and hard, Baldur finally found the two his master was speaking of and wasn't sure what to make of how close they were or the fact that they didn't seem to have dates. "Lesben?" Baldur asked. Karl could no longer hold back the grin. "I doubt it, though I might test it." Baldur was elated at the sound of his master's old confidence coming back.<br><br>"Which one do you want me to bring up here?" Baldur making the uncommon move of speaking in English without being forced to.<br><br>Karl grinned devilishly, "Why settle for just one? Have the manager invite them both up here."<br><br>Baldur nodded and got up to fetch the manager. It might not have shown on his stoic face, but Baldur was genuinely excited that Karl had chosen someone, anyone to invite up there with them. One girl, two girls, the whole club, it didn't matter...
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Looking Back - A vampire tale (anita blake, non-cannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 06:27:19</strong>
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				Through the crowded club, a male figure efficiently moved through the crowd, to the bar area. He was a man on a mission, and this was one mission he didn't want to fail at. The....guest who had made the request of him had been very clear, and was not the type that Cody wanted to piss off. Not by a longshot. He saw a lot of wanna be tough guys in and out of the club on a nightly basis, but he knew without a shadow of a doubt that this guy, this guy was the real deal. <br><br>He approached the two ladies in question, the ones he'd been ordered to invite up to the VIP area. Cody could understand why the two girls had caught the man's attention. They were lovely, the both of them. <br><br>"Excuse me, ladies?" he said, stepping close to be heard over the pounding din of the music. <br><br>"Yes?" was the immediate response, coming from the redhead. <br><br>"I'm sorry to interrupt, ladies, my name is Cody, I'm one of the managers here." he said. He pointed to the small name tag affixed to his jacket. "I've been asked by one of our guests to invite the two of you up to the VIP area." <br><br>The redhead, Bridget to her friends,&nbsp; arched a brow at his request. "Oh really? Thanks, but I think we're fine here." she said quicky, dismissively. She took a long pull from her glass, and turned her attention back to her brunette companion, her roommate and best friend Rachel. The two girls were out, trying to release some back to school tension on a Friday night. And while a lot of girls were only interested in finding some hot guy to hook up with, Bridget had only come to dance and have a good time with her bestie. <br><br>Cody cleared his throat, interrupting them again. "You should reconsider. Our VIP experience really is one of a kind. The best in Miami." he stated. "And lovely ladies like the two of you, you certainly deserve the best experience possible."<br><br>Bridget frowned in annoyance at Cody, who was REALLY pouring on the charm and giving them the hard sell. She turned her gaze to Rachel, shaking her head as if to say 'Really? Can you believe this guy?' "Rachel?" she questioned. "What do you think? Should we humor Cody here and go check out the VIP area, or should we stay down here?" she asked curiously. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Looking Back - A vampire tale (anita blake, non-cannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 11:41:36</strong>
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				Rachel glanced up at hearing the voice, afraid they'd somehow done something wrong at first when he informed them he was one of the managers.&nbsp; She couldn't think of anything, but she wasn't usually the club-going type, so who knew what kind of rules they had?&nbsp; It had been Bridget's idea for them to come, and finally Rachel had agreed.&nbsp; Bridget was the more outgoing and extroverted of the two of them, always trying to get Rachel to go out more, and Rachel was always glad when she did.&nbsp; Bridget wasn't pushy about it, something Rachel had always liked and appreciated about her friend, and knowing that Bridget wouldn't be upset if she said no somehow made her more agreeable to try whatever new thing Bridget had in mind.&nbsp; <br><br>It hadn't been hard to convince her to come along, even though at first she'd wanted to stay in and relax with a movie or a book.&nbsp; Both of them had had several big tests that week, and at first when Bridget had suggested they go out, she was tempted to say no.&nbsp; But her friend always had a way of making her ideas sound fun, and Rachel hadn't wanted to disappoint her.&nbsp; Besides, dancing did sound appealing, if she found someone that seemed interesting enough.&nbsp; She wasn't interested in any one-night stands, so she wasn't expecting much from a bar crowd, but just getting the chance to spend time with Bridget that didn't involve studying was a plus in her view.<br><br>She was surprised at Bridget's refusal of Cody's request, thinking that an invite to a VIP area was something her friend would jump at.&nbsp; Still, they didn't know who was behind the invitation, though it was flattering to have been noticed.&nbsp; Rachel was about to exercise her usual caution and agree with Bridget's refusal when Cody added that they should consider the offer again, rather than simply taking the refusal as firm and heading off to tell whoever was interested that they'd have to find someone else to take notice of.&nbsp; She was curious who would be so interested in not just one, but both of them.<br><br>"Come on, it could be fun," she said when Bridget asked her opinion.&nbsp; "I don't know about you, but I'm at least curious who's so interested to meet not just one, but both of us.&nbsp; It can't hurt.&nbsp; If we don't like them, we can always come back down, or find somewhere else to go.&nbsp; Let's at least see who it is.&nbsp; Besides, you're always telling me I should be more impulsive," she added.&nbsp; If Bridget really didn't want to go, Rachel wouldn't force her into it, and she'd stick by her friend's choice, but she was hoping Bridget would at least be curious enough to find out who had his eye on them, like she was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Looking Back - A vampire tale (anita blake, non-cannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 15:34:33</strong>
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				Bridget was surprised by Rachel's gung-ho curiousity about exactly who had invited them upstairs. She wasn't expecting that at all, and it showed on her face. "Have we stepped into bizarro world? Yes, I do say you should be more impulsive. Because you should." Bridget said, and gave her friend a playful little poke in the shoulder. "But this is probably some rich douchebags that think we're dumb and shallow enough to be impressed by the whole....VIP thing. I've been to VIP before. Not here, but you've been to one, you've been to them all. And I wasn't impressed." Bridget sighed softly. It was hard for her to say no to Rachel, despite her own reservations, especially since Rachel seemed excited about it.&nbsp; "Alright. Lets go check it out. Maybe they won't be total douchebags." she said. "But if they are douchebags, we're leaving, deal?" <br><br>"Lead the way." she said to Cody as she gathered up her drink and purse. Cody smiled at the two of them, a perfect, eager to please smile. "I'm telling you ladies, you won't regret this." he said as he led the way through the club and upstairs to the VIP area. It was like stepping into another world up there. Less crowded, richer, lusher furnishings. "Well, here we all ladies." Cody said. "Its been a pleasure. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." he said, before discreetly stepping away. <br><br>Bridget linked her arm through Rachel's, and cleared her throat, to draw the attention of the mysterious VIP dweller who had invited them upstairs. "Hello?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Looking Back - A vampire tale (anita blake, non-cannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 14:23:50</strong>
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				As the girls joined them in the VIP area, Karl was sitting down, watching the dance floor with his burly mohawked servant just behind him. The two Germans turned their heads as the girls approached and Karl Friedrich smiled as the redhead said hello. He rose from his seat in a movement that was so graceful that it seemed unnatural. Both girls were even more beautiful than he had thought they were, a wonderful surprise and an excellent turn for the evening. The night was still young and he had every intention of pushing the evening to its limits if the girls were willing...<br><br>"Hello, I'm glad you accepted my invitation!" he said as he crossed the VIP area to meet them. <br><br>The VIP area seemed almost comically empty. It was meant for large parties, lots of people. There were couches and chairs, all leather, placed so that groups could sit and talk, and in a turn for the classy, there were even poles for dancing on placed between some of the couches. The entire area was designed for wild, debaucherous parties with the balcony overlooking the dance floor designed in a way that the VIP's could watch the dance floor, but the dancers down below wouldn't be able to see what the VIP's were up to.<br><br>The old Prussian vampire approached Rachel first and took her hand, "I am Karl Friedrich von Moltke and it is a pleasure to meet the both of you." Karl placed a single, delicate kiss on the back of Rachel's hand, his eyes never leaving hers. <br><br>It was tempting to roll her, to mold her into whatever he wanted her to be that night, but that would have been too easy. There was also something that turned him on about how naive the girls were. He didn't feel that either of them had figured out what he was, and they were boldly looking into his eyes unaware of the potential consequences. <br><br>Turning his attention to the beautiful red head, he smiled, "But please, just call me Karl." As he did with Rachel, Karl Friedrich took Bridget's hand and placed a single kiss on it, eyes locked on hers.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Looking Back - A vampire tale (anita blake, non-cannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 20:41:30</strong>
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				Rachel could tell that Bridget was surprised by her willingness to see who the invite was from, and she suddenly wondered if she'd done the wrong thing.&nbsp; Her worry was short-lived though when Bridget spoke, and she knew she'd only been surprised, and wasn't disappointed with Rachel for her sudden bit of impetuousness.&nbsp; "You're probably right on who it is, but we don't have anything else to do, so it might be fun to humor them.&nbsp; And it's a deal, if we don't like him, we'll leave.&nbsp; I don't like people who are conceited anyway, so it won't be any loss to me if his feelings get hurt."&nbsp; She'd always trusted Bridget to look out for them.&nbsp; Not that Rachel was prone to get herself into bad situations, it was just the fact that Bridget had a bit more experience than she did herself, so Rachel trusted her judgment.<br><br>She linked her arm through Bridget's in turn, rolling her eyes behind Cody's back at his obvious attempt to impress them and be helpful.&nbsp; He was probably just glad they'd agreed to come with him, so he wouldn't have trouble with whoever wanted to see them.&nbsp; She offered a polite smile as he left, then turned to take in the VIP section.&nbsp; She was surprised to see it so empty, with only two people using the whole space.&nbsp; It was obviously meant for whole groups, and she wondered who could have the money to afford to pay for such a space, just for a few people.<br><br>She didn't have long to dwell on the question though, as one of the people approached them.&nbsp; "It's nice to meet you Karl, I'm Rachel," she said, flushing as he brought her hand to his lips.&nbsp; She hoped she hadn't slipped up by only using his first name, when he'd given her his full one, but she was afraid to try and pronounce the whole thing.&nbsp; Karl Friedrich she could manage, but that sounded too formal, so she'd settled on his first name.&nbsp; She stayed close to Bridget, feeling out of her element, not quite sure what to expect, or what was expected from her in turn.&nbsp; Karl seemed rather old-fashioned in his manners, and Rachel wasn't used to dealing with obviously wealthy people.&nbsp; Still, he seemed nice enough so far, so she was probably just worrying too much, like usual.
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Looking Back - A vampire tale (anita blake, non-cannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 22:24:32</strong>
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				Two of them. There were only two of them. All that space, and there were only two of them. And what an odd pair they made. The GQ cover boy looking, designer clothing clad Karl, and his&nbsp; mohawked, punk rock reject companion. Very odd indeed. She found it rather curious as well that Karl was the one that had greeted them, while the other one hadn't spoken, had barely looked at them. <br><br>Karl was a little older than the typical male clubgoers, which could account for his manners. He was polite, downright charming with his little kiss on the hand gesture. When was the last time a guy had done THAT when he'd met her? Bridget had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. It was in her nature to be cynical, especially when it came to men. She glanced over to Rachel, and even pressed a little bit closer to her friend. She could sense her friend's unease, so she flashed her an encouraging smile.<br><br>"I'm Bridget." she said, turning her gaze back to Karl when he took her hand, and repeated the gallant gesture.&nbsp; His gaze was intense, piercing. It almost stole her breath, she even felt her chest tighten, and her pulse skip a beat. "A pleasure to meet you." she said politely. She finally pulled her hand away, shaking her head ever so slightly. "You know you guys look totally out of place. Neither of you look like this club's regular clientele." she stated. "So what brings you here, of all places?" she asked curiously. Direct, to the point. That was Bridget, for good or bad. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Looking Back - A vampire tale (anita blake, non-cannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 17:43:15</strong>
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				Karl let his eyes linger on Bridget's, and loved the sort of taboo she had no idea she was indulging him in. There was something delightful about knowing how he could manipulate her, take her will from her, but choosing not to. It was a temptation that no child of Belle Mort could or would resist. Suddenly Karl found himself feeling rather superior to Olivia, which only made him like these girls that much more.<br><br>"Rachel, Bridget." he said each of their names, giving them both a little nod. <br><br>Turning his attention to Bridget's question he chuckled, "No this is actually our first time coming here. The club I usually like to go to is a bit less....welcoming these days. It was owned by a friend and we had a falling out." he said, being mostly honest. "My friend here, Baldur, simply wanted me to get out and have some fun and suggested we come here."<br><br>"The two of you looked like you were having fun and I hope you'll pardon me if I sound a bit judgmental but you also looked classier than the usual club trash." He smiled warmly at both of them but kept his fangs hidden, a talent most vampires his age had. "I was hoping you'd do me the honor of including me in your fun tonight. I fear that my friends are a bit stuffy...I mean look at Baldur...does he look like the kind of guy anyone is going to have fun with?" Karl asked, grinned back at Baldur who had his usual stoicism in full effect. <br><br>"Guten abend." Baldur said in his gravely voice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Looking Back - A vampire tale (anita blake, non-cannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 20:05:24</strong>
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				"I'm sorry to hear about you and your friend," Rachel said kindly, actually meaning the response that most people would probably consider merely polite.&nbsp; "I hope the two of you can eventually sort things out.&nbsp; Bridget's right, you and your friend here don't fit the rest of the crowd, but then again, none of them look like they can afford the VIP section either."&nbsp; She was grateful for Bridget's silent encouragement, and gave her arm a quick squeeze of thanks before turning her attention back to Karl and his friend again.<br><br>"Should we call you Karl, or Karl Friedrich, or use your full name?&nbsp; I'll warn you I'm terrible at pronouncing names sometimes, so you'll have to forgive me if I mutilate it," she said.&nbsp; She grinned as he drew their attention to Baldur, her eyes sparkling with genuine amusement at his teasing.&nbsp; "Maybe the goth crowd would want to keep him company," she laughed, her smile teasing, but not mean-spirited.&nbsp; "Good evening to you too, Baldur," she said, hoping she'd guessed right on what he'd said.&nbsp; "If I got it wrong, it's no wonder.&nbsp; I don't know German, but I just made a guess," she confessed.&nbsp; She gave Bridget a questioning look, wondering how she felt about staying here for a bit.&nbsp; Karl seemed decent enough, and he hadn't tried to do anything that made her uneasy.&nbsp; It certainly beat being in among the larger crowd of people, that was for sure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Looking Back - A vampire tale (anita blake, non-cannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 21:56:39</strong>
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				"Thank you so much, Rachel." he said as he locked eyes with the pretty brunette. She seemed shy but the eye contact with her stirred similar feelings of power in Karl that he had felt with Bridget. "And you nailed it! Good evening is exactly what he said. I was born and raised in...Germany as was Baldur so you'll forgive us if we occasionally bicker in German."<br><br>Looking to Bridget he clapped his hands together and said, "Well...can I get you ladies anything to drink for starters? We have our own people up here to get us drinks it's actually really nice, though unfortunately I can't join you in that regard." The reason he couldn't join them was something he wasn't going to dodge per se, but he wasn't going to jump right into that just yet unless they asked. "But everything is on me tonight. Then, perhaps we could go back down and dance?" His gaze shifted from girl to girl, hoping they'd be interested for that sort of a treat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Looking Back - A vampire tale (anita blake, non-cannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 22:38:43</strong>
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				Bridget caught Rachel's questioning glance, and after a moment's pause, she nodded her head. She didn't see any harm in staying for a little while, at least until they became bored with the two men and decided to ditch them. They seemed harmless enough, even if...Baldur was it? Looked a little scary. What the hell kind of name was Baldur anyway? German, apparently, she gathered, and as Karl continued to speak, she finally caught his slight accent. That explained so much, in Bridget's mind. The manners, the clothes. Hell, even his whole approach. <br><br>"Sorry, we're pretty much boring Americans." Bridget said. Trying to make a joke, but feeling that once she'd spoken, it hadn't quite hit its target. She blushed, ever so slightly, and hated herself for it. She was just really getting thrown off her game at every turn! "Drinks? That would be awesome, thanks." she said. "I'll take a rum and coke." she said. It was what she'd started out with, and it was usually better to stick with the same type of liquor throughout a given evening. <br><br>She decided, then and there, to let her guard down a bit and enjoy this...whatever it turned out to be. Partly because it seemed to make Rachel happy, and she'd do anything to see her friend enjoy herself, and open up a bit. But if these two did anything shady, she was going to staple their nuts to the wall. "Should we have a seat?" she questioned, nodding toward one of the large, overstuffed black leather couches. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Looking Back - A vampire tale (anita blake, non-cannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 23:06:32</strong>
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				Rachel grinned at hearing she'd guessed right, sure her guess had been an intelligent one, but pleased to have Karl confirm it.&nbsp; She wondered at the slight pause in Karl's speech as he told them where he and Baldur were from, but wasn't sure how to ask him about it without seeming as if she was prying.&nbsp; It couldn't be a problem with the language, since his English was perfect, as far as she could tell.&nbsp; "I took Spanish in school myself.&nbsp; They had French too, but Spanish looked easier.&nbsp; French has too many vowels in a row in a lot of words, and Spanish was easier to pronounce."<br><br>She noticed Bridget didn't answer Karl's question about dancing, but it seemed she was at least willing to stay and have a drink.&nbsp; If Karl or Baldur got too personal, they could always leave, she decided.&nbsp; "I'll have what Bridget's having, and thanks for the offer," she said.&nbsp; She wasn't one to drink a lot, but when she did, she had to had something sweet, where she couldn't really taste the alcohol.&nbsp; She nodded at Bridget's suggestion, and moved to sit, leaving room for Bridget next to her.&nbsp; She was open to getting to know these two, but she still wanted Bridget close, in case they decided to head back downstairs in a hurry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Looking Back - A vampire tale (anita blake, non-cannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 00:15:16</strong>
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				No dancing? That was interesting considering they were at a dance club but Karl figured they were simply being careful which was fine with him. The thrill of the hunt would make the kill that much more enjoyable. Being a former weidmann himself he had a variety of predatory/hunting jokes running through his mind. Karl took a seat in one of the plush leather chairs across from the girls and smiled pleasantly as they told him what they'd have. <br><br>"Yes, that sounds wonderful." Karl said, motioning for Baldur to let the girl know their drink order. "Du werde Leberkleister trinken?" Karl asked impishly and Baldur replied only by giving him the finger as he walked past the trio on his way to get the drinks. "I believe that Baldur will be joining us for at least one drink. He's not quite the social butterfly I am..."<br><br>Relaxing back on the large plush chair, Karl had a way of making it look like a throne with attitude alone. It was hard not to feel confident as chasing beautiful girls was significantly less stressful than anything he'd been doing in Pakistan only weeks earlier. "So who should start the small talk?" Karl joked. "Would you like to tell me more about yourselves?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Looking Back - A vampire tale (anita blake, non-cannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 05:01:00</strong>
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				Bridget took a seat next to Rachel on the sofa, sitting close enough that their shoulders touched. It surprised her that Karl chose to not to sit with them, but instead took the chair across from them. She eyed Baldur warily as he left to get their drinks. She frowned a little, thinking that might not be the best idea. But she let it go, for the moment, so as not to spoil the mood.<br><br>"More about us. What would you like to know?" she asked, quirking a curious brow at Karl. "We're both students at U of M. We are best friends, and roommates. We have a place off campus." she said. "We're not hardcore party girls, despite what it might look like." She didn't want him getting the wrong idea, that they were shallow, brainless bimbos who did nothing but troll the clubs looking for a good time. Bridget hated those girls, honestly. She found herself at a bit of a loss, which was a bit unusual for her. She gave Rachel a look, encouraging her to chime in, to fill in the gaps, so to speak.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Looking Back - A vampire tale (anita blake, non-cannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 20:49:48</strong>
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				Rachel couldn't follow the exchange between Karl and Baldur, but guessed it had something to do with drinks, both by the sound of the words themselves, and Karl's comment.<br><br>"Bridget's right, we're not the partying type," she agreed, wondering if that would mean Karl would lose interest in them.&nbsp; Oh well, if he did, then they didn't need his company anyway.&nbsp; "I guess you could say we were kind of boring, if the party sort is what you're after.&nbsp; I'm studying English lit, and most people would say that's boring, just as an example," she offered.&nbsp; She didn't see how telling him what she would studying could hurt them, but she left Bridget's details up to her to tell, if she chose.&nbsp; "I'd rather stay in with a movie or a book than go out to a party, but it was Bridget's idea for us to come here to have a break from studying for finals, and I figured it could be fun," she added, not sure if that was the type of information he wanted, but not about to give him anything else more personal than that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Looking Back - A vampire tale (anita blake, non-cannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 21:55:33</strong>
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				Karl had to keep his smile under control for fear he'd show off his fangs. An English literature major was just perfect. He'd read most of the classics either when they were brand new stories or some time after. Flying and sailing from one place to another over the years had left him with plenty of time to read. "I have to say I am impressed, literature is something lost on the youth of America these days. I have a few antique editions of some of Robert Browning's works. I also think I have a first or second printing of Tess of the d'Urbervilles some where. "<br><br>The truth of the matter was that they were fairly worn copies as they had been travel entertainment. He had picked up Tess after hearing that it was positively the most depressing book every. When Karl had read the book he personally hadn't been able to stop laughing. Humans fretted over the silliest things and that book was the epitome of all that was human drama. Browning's works though had captured Karl Friedrich's interest for a while and he was specifically a huge fan of Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came.<br><br>"I've always been more of a fan of the Sturm und Drang period of German Literature. It makes me feel young." he said with a laugh. That had been the period of literature popular when he was still human. Karl had read everything Goethe had writen.<br><br>He glanced at Bridget, wondering if she would speak up about her major. It was refreshing to know that powerful, well used brains were lurking behind their pretty eyes. Karl had never been able to fully enjoy a woman who was intellectually inferior.&nbsp; But with intellect came a variety of other things and he was starting to wonder if it wasn't in his best interests to reveal what he was before things went much further. Karl started to speak up but was interupted when their waitress showed up with drinks for Rachel, Bridget, and Baldur. Not being too shy, Baldur took his drink without hesitation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Looking Back - A vampire tale (anita blake, non-cannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 15:24:01</strong>
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				Bridget's eyes drifted to the dance floor as Rachel and Karl talked, sort of tuning them out. It wasn't that she was ignoring them, that would be rude. She just didn't have much to add to the conversation. Her idea of good literature ran more along the lines of John Grisham or Michael Connelly. She'd also heard it all before. Not those exact words, of course, but if you've heard one conversation about old books and writers, you've heard them all.&nbsp; Bridget found her thoughts shifting to the present, the wheels in her brain turning madly as she tried to puzzle out exactly which one of them Karl was interested in. Most men made it pretty clear in about twenty seconds when they were interested in a girl. But not Karl. She couldn't be sure if he was humoring one or the both of them, and if he was, which one? <br><br>What drew her attention back was the arrival of the waitress with their drinks. It brought a little break to the conversation, perhaps a much needed one. She grabbed herself a glass, and took a nice long pull from it. She looked to Karl, who had been just about to say something when the waitress had reappeared. "I guess since we're sharing here, I'm prelaw." she stated. "And what is that you do Karl, when you're not hitting on girls in clubs?" she asked curiously. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Looking Back - A vampire tale (anita blake, non-cannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 21:35:59</strong>
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				"I've not read much of Robert Browning, and the poems I did read were more than a little depressing," Rachel confessed.&nbsp; "Thanks to being a fan of Stephen King though, I managed to read the poem the Dark Tower books were based on.&nbsp; I liked Elizabeth Barrett Browning's work a lot better, though I don't only read classics.&nbsp; I like contemporary authors too, but I tend to read whatever sounds interesting, when I have the time.&nbsp; That doesn't happen a lot these days though."<br><br>She took the drink from the waitress when she came by, and was glad when Bridget spoke up.&nbsp; Rachel didn't want to ignore her, or make her feel like she was being left out of the conversation.&nbsp; "That's a good question," she added, wondering what kind of work the men did.&nbsp; It had to be something where they made quite a lot of money, if Karl could afford first editions of classic novels.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 02:06:41</strong>
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				Pre-law, it was an interesting answer and explained the curious air that he sensed about her. Yes, they were both as smart as they were gorgeous which left Karl only that much more interested in them both. There was no way he was going to let either slip between his fingers now they were just too perfect. However, with brains came great questions, like what he did for a living. What he did for a living was tied directly to what he was and meant following through with being honest with them. Karl paused for just a moment as he searched for the right words.<br><br>"Sag ihnen, du bist ein Vampir." Baldur said impishly before downing his glass of Jager in a single swallow.<br><br>Karl shot him a glare and fired back, "Ich werde ihnen sagen, was ich ihnen sagen möchte!" <br><br>The vampire's face softened as he turned his head back to the girls and took a deep breath. "Okay, well two things...and I hope you wont judge me for either." he started. "What I do for money is contract work. Private Military Contracting in the Middle East, north Africa, South America, and a variety of other places. The reason I'm so successful is because I can charge much more than your typical ex-Green Beret or ex-Navy Seal...because I am a vampire, and have been alive for nearly three hundred years." He was paying close attention to their reactions, waiting to find out just how much damage control he'd have to do. "Don't let that frighten you though..." he added.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 05:33:50</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The vampire's face softened as he turned his head back to the girls and took a deep breath. "Okay, well two things...and I hope you wont judge me for either." he started. "What I do for money is contract work. Private Military Contracting in the Middle East, north Africa, South America, and a variety of other places. The reason I'm so successful is because I can charge much more than your typical ex-Green Beret or ex-Navy Seal...because I am a vampire, and have been alive for nearly three hundred years." He was paying close attention to their reactions, waiting to find out just how much damage control he'd have to do. "Don't let that frighten you though..." he added.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Don't let that frighten us?" Bridget asked, incredulous. "You can't be serious, right?" Bridget's lips pursed together tightly, as a million thoughts raced through her head. She knew that it was illegal for vampires to commit crimes. She also seemed to recall that it was illegal for them to feed off of humans, unless those humans were willing. She was fairly sure that she remembered that from a preternatural law class she'd taken. So it was unlikely that he planned to kill them, at least not here in the middle of a nightclub full of witnesses.<br><br>"So you're a vampire mercenary...wonderful." she said. She shook her head, and rolled her eyes. "Well thanks for being honest." she said, her harsh tone hard to hide. "You are sooooo not feeding off of us, if thats what you were hoping." she felt pretty comfortable speaking for Rachel and herself on that topic. "So you can drop the whole smooth, charming act." she told him.&nbsp; "God, I can't believe I actually thought you might turn out to be a decent guy." she muttered, mostly to herself. <br><br>"Rachel, what do you want to do?&nbsp; I say we get the hell out of Dodge." she said as she turned to her friend to gauge her reaction to Karl's revelation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 06:04:13</strong>
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				Rachel's eyes widened at Karl's revelation, though she'd guessed at least one of the two was a vampire, by the one word she'd picked up from Baldur's comment.&nbsp; Though that wasn't saying much for her linguistic skills, considering the words were practically pronounced the same in both languages anyway, it seemed.<br><br>She wasn't sure what Karl meant by his job description, but apparently Bridget did, and she wasn't happy about it, to put it mildly.&nbsp; Mercenary she could understand, or at least she thought she knew what the term meant, some sort of covert assassin.&nbsp; She'd never come across a vampire before, at least that she knew of, though her parents had explained the circumstances that led to vampires abandoning their secrecy and getting equal rights with humans a few years before she'd been born.&nbsp; She'd always wondered what one would be like, but now that she'd met one, maybe two, it turned out they were basically hired guns.&nbsp; Or maybe hired fangs would be the better euphamism, she thought ruefully.&nbsp; That certainly explained where their money came from.<br><br>It was too bad, because she'd liked talking books with Karl, and he'd seemed like a genuine nice guy.&nbsp; She hadn't been afraid of him, and even now it was hard for her to picture him wanting to hurt them, but she didn't know either he or Baldur from any other person in the club, and they could do anything with her and Bridget that they liked, if they got them where there wouldn't be witnesses.&nbsp; It was obvious their morals weren't exactly saintly.<br><br>Rachel didn't have Bridget's knack for sarcasm, and even if she had, Bridget was expressing plenty for both of them.&nbsp; She paled at how close they'd come to possibly being in danger, or worse, suddenly not in a mood for drinking.&nbsp; Best to be able to think clearly.&nbsp; "I think you're right, we better go," she answered Bridget, more frightened than truly angry, yet somehow sad at the same time.&nbsp; Were all vampires like these two?&nbsp; She hoped not, but her first impression of them wasn't flattering.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 06:33:25</strong>
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				Karl wasn't entirely shocked by their reactions but it gave him the option to take the moral high ground. <br><br>"Would you have ran away so quickly if I had been mortal? A soldier perhaps?" he asked, his tone not changing not showing the slightest hint of anger. "I too have fought for your country since before I was even a legal citizen. I have protected your rights and brought bad men to justice." It was a bit of romanticizing for sure. He'd fought in those wars as part of Constantine's plan for them to find a place in the every changing world. "Your government has come to me over and over again because they know my love for this land." That part was a tiny lie. If it weren't for Constantine he'd be back in Germany in a heart beat. He did have a lot of respect for America for the most part. He'd seen all it was and all it could be again. <br><br>Karl gave it a nice dramatic pause as he scanned from one girl to the next. "I had no intention of feeding off of you tonight." That was mostly true, feeding wasn't entirely on his mind though he needed to. Besides, he'd found that most women became curious about being fed on once they were between the sheets. "Tell me one thing I've done wrong tonight, other than be honest with you." Letting that statement hang in the air, he felt like his words carried some merit. "Come on...give me a chance to prove I'm not a monster and worthy of your company." he said, that hurt look slowly slipping back into that charming smile.<br><br>It was amusing on some level to Karl that the girls thought that they could avoid harm simply by walking away anyways. If he'd meant them harm they never would have seen it coming. That would have been true with most other vampires besides some of the young trash that wondered around lately. No, his plans for the girls were entirely romantic in nature. They were young, beautiful, and intelligent. It would be far more fun to seduce them and spoil them...do for them all the things that he knew he could do. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 06:59:51</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Rachel didn't have Bridget's knack for sarcasm, and even if she had, Bridget was expressing plenty for both of them.&nbsp; She paled at how close they'd come to possibly being in danger, or worse, suddenly not in a mood for drinking.&nbsp; Best to be able to think clearly.&nbsp; "I think you're right, we better go," she answered Bridget, more frightened than truly angry, yet somehow sad at the same time.&nbsp; Were all vampires like these two?&nbsp; She hoped not, but her first impression of them wasn't flattering.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"That settles that then." Bridget said as she reached for her purse. A long enough pause that allowed Karl the chance to speak. Bridget was tempted, sorely tempted to just get up in walk away in the middle of his speech. But the law student in her wouldn't let her. No, the law student in her told her that she had to let him plead his case. Innocent until proven guilty, and all that. The whole American justice system was built on that concept. <br><br>There were only a few things he could have said that would honestly, truly change her mind.&nbsp; But boy oh boy, did he manage to find one of those. His talk about his work, his service to the country, it all hit a little close to home for Bridget, and pushed one of her major sympathy buttons. Karl couldn't know that Bridget had an older brother in the army, currently deployed. Was he any different than her brother and his fellow soldiers? Should he be judged differently for doing the same things American soldiers did every day?<br><br>She was quiet for a few long moments as she debated these and a myriad of other questions bouncing around in her head. Weighed all the evidence carefully. <br><br>"I'm willing to concede that perhaps you do have a point." she started. "And that I, we, perhaps we rushed into judgement. After all, you are correct, you have done nothing to harm us this evening." she said. "You do have to understand our desire for self preservation, though. We don't know you from Adam, so how do we know what your intentions are?" she asked. <br><br>"What I do know is that you are prohibited by law from committing certain crimes against humans. And the punishment is fairly severe, I believe." she said. "So maybe...just maybe, you do deserve a second chance." she said. "Rachel? What do you think? Should we give him a chance? Another chance, that is." she asked. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 02:56:19</strong>
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				((Apologies to you both!&nbsp; I forgot the name for this had changed, and I couldn't remember the new title until now!))<br><br>Rachel's fear was swayed by Karl's logic as well, and she could tell Bridget was affected too.&nbsp; Bridget had told her about her brother, and she guessed Karl's comparison to soldiers had her thinking twice about what he'd said.&nbsp; Bridget was right too, in that neither of them had been hurt so far, so perhaps she'd been too hasty in thinking the worse of them.<br><br>"It's true, you could have already done something, if your intention was to hurt us," she conceded.&nbsp; "Bridget's right though, you can't blame us for being careful.&nbsp; I've never met any vampires before, at least none that I knew were one, so it was a bit of a shock.&nbsp; As long as I know we'll be safe, then I'd like to stay," she agreed, hoping she wasn't being too hasty in wanting to appease her curiosity about Karl and his friend.&nbsp; But Bridget would be staying too, so it wasn't like either of them were totally helpless.&nbsp; They had each other, and they looked out for each other, so perhaps everything would turn out all right.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 13:53:07</strong>
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				((Quite alright! Next time just give one of us a yell. We don't bite...hard ;) hehe Also, sorry about the delay on my part, was on a camping trip a few hours away at this gorgeous lake ))<br><br>Rachel's curiosity was something that Karl Friedrich was making a mental note of. He could sense both of them relaxing and the slight guilt in Bridget. They were smart girls but they obviously knew little of vampires if they thought they were safe with one they didn't know. Naive was fine though, it was exactly what he needed to make some new friends. It was also refreshing not to be dealing with his usual crowd who were fetishists simply looking to be bit or to have the bragging rights that they had been bedded by a vampire. It was the difference between going to a normal club and picking up women at Olivia's club for sure.<br><br>"Excellent! I will do my best not to make you regret your decision." Karl said with a bright smile. Karl Friedrich like most master vampires had learned to smile while keeping his fangs hidden from view. This was exactly what he did with the girls at that point. He'd nearly scared them off with the news of what he was, there was no reason to rub their noses in it at that point. Not yet, anyway...<br><br>"How about a toast then!" Karl suggested, giving Baldur a look that resulted in the other German slowly raising his already empty glass. "To a night of fun and new friendships." Baldur preemptively clinked his glass against the girl's, not showing the same enthusiasm as his master. <br><br>Karl was pleased with how things were going but Baldur had already gone from excited about Karl talking to new people to his usual self. Shifting his gaze to his servant Karl said, "Sie sollten lassen. Sie sind die Mädchen erschrecken." He kept his tone pleasant and his smile never faltered but he'd chosen to speak in German to keep the girls out of that side of the conversation. Baldur nodded and set his glass down before turning to leave. His job was done, setting his master up with girls who would hopefully help him get over Olivia's decision.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>19-10-2012, 15:32:00</strong>
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				"To a night of fun and new friendships." Bridget repeated as she let her glass clink with Rachel's and Baldur's. At least now they knew why Karl wasn't drinking with them, and it wasn't because he was an alcoholic. Or designated driver. She also couldn't help noticing Baldur's lack of enthusiasm. It also didn't escape her notice that after a quick word with Karl, the mohawked man left. She didn't know what that was about, but she suspected that he wasn't going far. It seemed to her that they were a bit of a matched pair. They weren't your typical friends hanging on a night out. No, this was something different. But that really wasn't much of their concern. She did feel a little better with Baldur being gone though. <br><br>Bridget's gaze drifted down to the dance floor for a moment, then back to Rachel and Karl. "Lets go dance." she said. "We didn't get a chance before, but now I'm ready to get out there on the floor." she said. "You do dance, don't you Karl? Or do you just prefer to watch?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>20-10-2012, 13:39:50</strong>
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				"To fun and new friends," Rachel added in turn, glad that Karl didn't seem like one to hold grudges, and seemed willing to forgive the two of them for being so hasty.&nbsp; She wondered why Karl felt the need for German with Baldur, and gave Bridget a nervous look, wishing that one of them knew the language.&nbsp; She hoped he wasn't discussing some sort of hiden agenda for her and Bridget or something, but then inwardly chastized herself for overreacting.&nbsp; Karl hadn't done anything to them as yet, and it was unfair for her to think either of the men might be up to something.&nbsp; Besides, it wasn't like she was alone with them.<br><br>At Bridget's question, she nodded eagerly, eager for the diversion.&nbsp; "I'm hoping he's not one to just watch," she said.&nbsp; "What kind of fun would that be, just observing everyone else?&nbsp; Besides, I wouldn't call myself good at dancing, so I'd rather have him not watch me too close!" she grinned, setting down her glass and waiting to see if he'd come with them.&nbsp; The atmosphere did feel lighter with Baldur having left them, though she hoped it hadn't been because he felt awkward, or worse yet, bored.&nbsp; He was too quiet and withdrawn for her, though, and she preferred Karl's more outgoing nature to Baldur's stoicism any day, or night, if she wanted to be technical.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 04:06:44</strong>
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				Karl grinned with the kind of smile the serpent gave Eve and said, "Oh I think you'll find that I'm not the least bit bashful."<br><br>That said, the Prussian led the two beautiful women down to the dance floor giving each girl an arm and walking them down the stairs and out onto the floor like they were royalty. Flashes of blue and purple pulsed over the crowd that seemed to writhe and bounce to the beat of the dark techno music. The vampire, used to darkness, could see just fine even with the strobes moving over the crowd. He wondered if the girls were doing as well as he never was able to judge what was adequate light for mortals. All that really mattered to him though was that he could see their gorgeous frames adorned with lovely dresses, moving to the beat of the music. <br><br>Having been lesser nobility in his day, Karl Friedrich had been expected to learn to dance. Very early on he figured out that dancing was a fantastic tool for seduction and he had been a fan ever since. Down through the ages he had kept up, finding that popular dances were rarely more than variations on previous popular dances. After a few hundred years on Earth he had accumulated his share of techniques but it wasn't a night for playing Twyla Tharp or Fred Astaire. Instead he let the girls take the lead with the dancing at first, observing them, seeing what they were offering in the way of energy. Once he knew what their comfort zones were, he would push and test their limits. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 02:52:25</strong>
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				The flashes of the strobes were just a little bit disorienting to Bridget as they made their way down the steps. So she was thankful that she had Karl's arm to cling to. Not that she would admit that to him, or to any one. But especially him. She suspected that it would be a tremendous stroke to his already inflated ego. But note to self, next time choose heels that weren't quite so high. They were awfully cute though. <br><br>Bridget took a moment to survey the crowd as they made their way toward the dance floor, to kind of get a feel for what they were doing. She was not the best dancer, by far, but she wasn't any worse than most of the people on the floor. She wished she'd had a bit more to drink, but what were you gonna do?<br><br>She shook her red head and started to move her hips to the beat. Slowly at first, but quickly picking up the pace. Oh, she hated the music that was playing, for it was truly horrible, and honestly not good for dancing, but she could make it work. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 04:16:50</strong>
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				Rachel was equally glad for Karl's having taken the lead, secretly wishing strobe lights weren't so popular.&nbsp; She'd have preferred a steady but dim light to the flashing strobes, but she was obviously in the minority on that score.<br><br>She worried for Bridget's sake as they moved down the stairs, hoping she wouldn't trip in the shoes she'd chosen, and was relieved when the three of them reached the dance floor without trouble.&nbsp; She'd chosen to wear slightly lower heels for the occasion, though she still felt awkward in them.&nbsp; If she'd worn heels as high as Bridget's, she'd probably have been the one embarrassing herself.&nbsp; She followed Bridget's lead, feeling equally conspicuous at dancing and being watched as she did in the heels.&nbsp; Maybe there was some good for strobe lights after all.&nbsp; The music wasn't her favorite either, too loud and with too much base, especially down here on the main floor, but she could stick it out for a few songs, she supposed.&nbsp; She kept hold of Karl's arm, glad for the anchor, afraid she'd lose track of him and Bridget if she let go.&nbsp; Karl she sensed could fend for himself, and for that matter so could Bridget, but she felt comfortable knowing she had a link to them, even if she did look awkward dancing that way.&nbsp; Even so, Karl would be too much of the gentleman to say so, and even if he wasn't, she and Bridget could decide to leave any time, so she guessed he would hold his peace if he wanted their company.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 18:09:58</strong>
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				The music pulsed remixes of songs that Karl Friedrich had never heard before. The energy in the room was almost primal after a few minutes of dancing. So many pheromones as people bumped and grinded with each other. The songs especially chosen to give the listeners an almost otherworldly experience when combined with the effect of the lights. Certainly there was no shortage of club drugs to help with that as well but that was something else that Karl was less familiar with. Kids these days seemed to only be able to have fun if they were pumping themselves full of chemicals. What was so wrong with beer and schnapps? <br><br>Karl Friedrich gave the ladies a run for their money, dancing and grinding with both of them, never giving one more attention than the other. His moves were sensual and playful, mean to arouse his partners while having as much fun as possible. His movements still had an inhuman grace to them, something that made him look almost unreal though the strobes helped hide it. The master vampire also sensed the security that Rachel was feeling when latched onto his arm and so he made it a point to hold her as much as possible.&nbsp; This only encouraged other things though, as his hand rested on her hip more often then not. At one point as he was dancing and grinding with Rachel from behind he even leaned down and placed a soft wet kiss where her neck met her shoulder.<br><br>Knowing the taboo he had breached he made it a point to not linger there. He didn't want her or Bridget to think that he was trying to feed or that it was even on his mind, though it was. Karl Friedrich wanted it to feel sensual, sexy, not threatening and he did his best to play it off that way. This would be a test of how skittish Rachel was and how much Bridget was paying attention in the dim strobing lights.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 23:59:40</strong>
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				Rachel glanced occasionally over at Bridget, glad to see that Karl paid equal attention to both of them, and didn't seem to prefer one of them to the other.&nbsp; She began to relax as they continued to dance, feeling less self-conscious as no one else seemed to be paying them any attention.<br><br>Her eyes widened as she felt Karl's lips brush her neck, and she stiffened, though she couldn't stop a shiver from running through her in reaction.&nbsp; Her neck had always been sensitive, though his sudden move made her feel uncomfortable.&nbsp; She relaxed after a bit as Karl didn't try anything else, but moved slightly so she wasn't so close.&nbsp; She wasn't out of his reach, but she was afraid that staying where she had been might encourage him.&nbsp; She wasn't the type to have casual one-night stands, no matter how good-looking someone was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>30-10-2013, 04:39:07</strong>
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				The longer they danced, the more Bridget remembered exactly why she wasn't a regular at places like this. Most of the time it was because between school and work, she didn't have much time for going to the clubs. That was time that could be better spent studying. But since it was so early in the semester, that wasn't the case this night.&nbsp; <br><br>Bridget hated the music, its repetitive, droning nature set her teeth on edge. And the people. All the damn people. All the bodies packed so tightly together made it it quite warm, and all the flailing limbs and swaying bodies were a bad mix. <br><br>"Oh for fuck's sake!" she growled, her head whipping around as she was hit in the back, yet again by some idiot. It wasn't the first, or the second, or even fifth time she'd either been touched, brushed up against, or flat out run into. And this time, the idiot spilled half their drink down her back. "Watch what the fuck you're doing, idiot!" she yelled at the person that had bumped into her. While this was going on, she completely missed Karl kissing on Rachel's neck....which in all honesty was probably a good thing. <br><br>"I'm fucking done." she said turning to look at Karl and Rachel. "You too can stay out here if you want but I'm going to the bar." she grumbled, stomping off the dance floor
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>30-10-2013, 05:44:47</strong>
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				Between Rachel suddenly feeling so uncomfortable and Bridget growing so irritated Karl wondered if there was any chance at all of salvaging the evening. Luckily he had one thing working on his side and that was the fact that he knew every emotion they felt and could use that to his advantage. They were both absolutely beautiful girls and he simply had to have them. <br><br>As Bridget stormed off the dance floor Karl Friedrich simply smiled at Rachel and offered his hand to her. "Why don't we keep her company?" The old European vampire led Rachel towards the bar but he walked just slightly slower than necessary. He had something he wanted to say to her before they got to the bar. "Oh and by the way...you tensed up when I kissed you. I'm sorry it was terribly forward of me. Next time, I will wait for an invitation." With a wink and a charming smile he took her to the bar.<br><br>"Whatever the ladies want on my tab please." Karl called out to the bartender, motioning to Rachel and Bridget. "If dancing is out of order how about just getting to know each other?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>30-10-2013, 07:30:22</strong>
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				Rachel was about to suggest she and Karl go after Bridget when he brought it up first.&nbsp; She offered him a grateful smile, taking the hand he offered her automatically, too concerned over Bridget to think much about it.&nbsp; "That's probably a good idea," she said, glad for the excuse to get out of dancing, though she wished it hadn't been at Bridget's expense.<br><br>"It just took me by surprise, that's all," she continued, glad that Bridget hadn't noticed.&nbsp; In her current mood, Rachel wasn't sure what she'd have done if she had, and so Karl's reassurance that he'd wait for an invitation was a wise choice on his part.<br><br>She gave Bridget a concerned glance as the two of them joined her, sure that her desire for a fun evening out had been spoiled.&nbsp; "I'm starting to remember why I've never really cared for dancing at places like this," she said.&nbsp; "If you'd rather, we can go home and call it a night," she offered, knowing Karl wanted to talk, but Rachel was more concerned for her friend at the moment than in satisfying Karl's desire for conversation.&nbsp; There were plenty of other women for him to talk to, after all, and the two of them didn't owe him any loyalty.&nbsp; Besides, if it were her, she wouldn't want to stay and have casual conversation with someone else's cold drink spilled all over her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>01-11-2013, 04:55:20</strong>
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				"Yeah, me too." Bridget sniped, looking to Rachel as she took a seat on a bar stool. She wriggled on the stool, trying to get comfortable with her dress sticking to her skin. Her irritation was clear on her face. "Fucking douchebag." she grumbled as she tugged on the cloth of her dress. She let out a frustrated growl. <br><br>Quite frankly she was ready to leave, because she didn't fancy sitting around in a wet dress all night, and the music was starting to give her a headache. The only reason she didn't grab her keys and purse was because of Rachel. She didn't want to ruin Rachel's good time. At least one of them seemed to be having a good time. <br><br>Bridget let out a sigh to herself, and decided to give it a little while longer. Thirty minutes or an hour wouldn't kill her, she supposed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>02-11-2013, 00:56:14</strong>
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				Karl had been so wrapped up in Rachel at the time that he had completely missed the drink being spilled on Bridget. This was a game changer, the kind of thing that ruined moods and sent women home to wash clothes and call it an early night. And while he absolutely wanted Bridget out of her dress, this wasn't exactly what he had planned. Thinking back on who was around them at the time, Karl had a pretty good idea of who had spilled their drink on Bridget and he knew exactly what he was going to do about it.<br><br>"Ladies...let me propose this. Wait here just a moment, when I get back if you want to just call it a night and get out of here I'd be happy to walk you to your car and bid you both farwell." Karl smiled a big charming smile before excusing himself to fetch the boy responsible for this.<br><br>He moved through the crowd of people like a wraith, a shadow stalking prey. When he found the man, tall, muscular, in a tshirt that appeared to be a size or two too small, Karl zeroed in on him. The culprit was the typical club douchbag wearing ill fitting clothes to show off how much time and money he spent at the gym and tanning places. He was slightly taller than Karl Friedrich so when Karl tapped the man on the shoulder he clearly didn't see him as a threat and ignored the master vampire.<br><br>"Excuse me." Karl said over the pulse of the music.<br><br>The club goer turned, starting to say, "Look asshole I-" but he was cut off as he met Karl Friedrich's eyes. Karl rolled him as hard as he could without shattering the man's mind, digging deep into his psyche and a pulse of raw power surged through the club. If there were any other preternatural creatures there that night they would have known that something serious was going on but luckily it was a human crowd. <br><br>"Come with me." Karl snarled at the man.<br><br>When they came back to the bar Karl Friedrich was all smiles. "Ladies I found the man missing a drink and he has something to say."<br><br>The guy stepped forward and sobbed, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...I'm pathetic...I overcompensate so bad and I sometimes don't understand why. I treat women like objects and disrespect them all the time. I didn't have a lot of positive relationships with women growing up and...my dad was a womanizer and I always idolized him. I have a lot of self loathing and I worry almost constantly about my appearance and penis size." He suddenly dug into his jeans and pulled out his wallet, shoving all the cash he had at Bridget. "Take it, please! Get your dress cleaned...I didn't apologize because I knew you were out of my league and I just wanted to be an asshole to you." <br><br>The man was actually looking rather sad as he wandered off back into the crowd. Karl was looking pretty entertained and glanced at the ladies. "Wow...he really put it all out there didn't he?" Karl had rolled him, and told him to fess up to everything that he truly was to the girls and to pay for the cleaning of Bridget's dress. It was a slightly bigger reaction that he had expected but an entertaining one none the less. He had half a mind to track the idiot down later and drain him dry after showing him what his insides looked like.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>05-11-2013, 20:15:11</strong>
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				Bridget didn't see where Karl took off to. She thought it was a little odd that he just up and took off. She shot a look over at Rachel, a combination of "What the hell?" and "Do you have any idea what thats all about?"<br><br>"Look, Rach, I know you're having a good time, and I don't want to spoil your good time, so we can stay for awhile if you want." she told her friend with a little smile. She was trying not to ruin the whole evening, she really was. Though it was a struggle against everything inside of her. <br><br><br><em>When they came back to the bar Karl Friedrich was all smiles. "Ladies I found the man missing a drink and he has something to say."</em><br><br>Bridget hadn't even gotten a good look at the idiot who had spilled his drink on her. It was too dark, too much commotion going on, so she couldn't rightly say if the man Karl presented to them was the man who had spilled his drink on her. Was she shocked that it was a stereotypical overly tanned, overly muscled Jersey Shore reject douchebag? No, not really. She looked warily at Karl, and the man, but nodded at Karl.&nbsp; <br><br><em>The guy stepped forward and sobbed, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...I'm pathetic...I overcompensate so bad and I sometimes don't understand why. I treat women like objects and disrespect them all the time. I didn't have a lot of positive relationships with women growing up and...my dad was a womanizer and I always idolized him. I have a lot of self loathing and I worry almost constantly about my appearance and penis size." He suddenly dug into his jeans and pulled out his wallet, shoving all the cash he had at Bridget. "Take it, please! Get your dress cleaned...I didn't apologize because I knew you were out of my league and I just wanted to be an asshole to you." </em><br><br>Bridget listened in shocked silence as not only did the idiot apologize, but he spilled his guts like he was on a therapist's couch. It was fairly pathetic, and Bridget almost felt sorry for him. Almost. The cold, sticky liquid soaking her dress and skin assured that she couldn't feel completely sorry for him. Bridget took the money he handed her, because quite honestly, he owed her. "My dress is probably ruined, so thanks for that, Captain Spraytan." she said. "But I suppose this will cover a replacement." she said. She glanced at the bills as she placed them in her purse.&nbsp; It would definitely cover the cleaning costs, if the dress could be salvaged. It wasn't that the dress was particularly expensive, because it wasn't. For Bridget it was the principle of the whole thing. Bridget didn't have the overflowing closets of some girls her age, she felt her money was better spent elsewhere, like school and food. It was hell being a poor broke college student. <br><br>"Thats okay." she stated to the guy. "Be more careful in the future." she said. "And let me give you a free piece of advice. Because you're right, I'm totally out of your league. Every woman is when you treat them like objects. Try treating us like human beings, and you might do better with women" she said<br><br><br><em>The man was actually looking rather sad as he wandered off back into the crowd. Karl was looking pretty entertained and glanced at the ladies. "Wow...he really put it all out there didn't he?" Karl had rolled him, and told him to fess up to everything that he truly was to the girls and to pay for the cleaning of Bridget's dress. It was a slightly bigger reaction that he had expected but an entertaining one none the less. He had half a mind to track the idiot down later and drain him dry after showing him what his insides looked like.</em><br><br>"Yeah. He must have been super drunk to lay it all out there like that" Bridget said. Clearly, she had no idea what Karl had done to the guy. "Thanks, I guess, for making him apologize. Maybe he'll learn something from it. Probably not, because those types are pretty stupid and not known for learning from their mistakes." she said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>06-11-2013, 06:43:13</strong>
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				Rachel returned Bridget's shrug, confused at Karl's hasty departure, but not particularly caring too much about it beyond being curious.&nbsp; "We don't have to stay, especially after some jerk not watching what he was doing.&nbsp; Sure, Karl seems okay, but I'm not going to be insensitive and say we should stay so we can get to know him better.&nbsp; Besides, tonight's not the end of the world, and it won't kill him if we leave early," she said, reaching across to give her friend's hand a quick squeeze of encouragement.<br><br>Just then Karl and the stranger returned, and she sat coolly and listened as the man began to speak, her eyes widening in shocked surprise as he offered them what amounted to a confession.&nbsp; She let Bridget handle dealing with him, as it was her dress he'd damaged, and offered Bridget a pleased grin.&nbsp; "Well, at least he did you a favor in paying to have it cleaned, assuming it still can be.&nbsp; Let's go home before that has a chance to set in any further, and hope morning won't be too late for it to get looked at."&nbsp; She thought they might have a chance if they left now and got the dress into some cold water, and she also wanted to see if Karl would keep his word about not trying to convince them to stay if they wanted to leave.&nbsp; She knew Bridget must be feeling awful, and Bridget would do the same for her in leaving, if the situation was the other way around.<br><br>"Thank you for finding him for us, Karl, but I think it would probably be best if we went on home," she said politely, sparing him a cursory glance before turning back to Brudget, and not resenting the early end to the evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>06-11-2013, 07:45:21</strong>
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				Karl Freidrich chuckled at Bridget's comment, "Yes, drunk, had to be." <br><br>The sheep clearly had no idea what the wolf was capable and Karl wasn't sure whether to be amused or worried about the poor girls. It served as a reminder that while these girls seemed interesting and different from the usual club kids, they were just as vulnerable as the rest of the humans there. It would have been easy to roll both of the girls, take them home and use them as he saw fit. With just a casual look into their eyes he could have made them eat from his hands and lick his boots. However, the thing that made Karl Friedrich feel superior to so many other vampires who would have taken such a route was that he didn't have to. Here he was, a vampire of the Dragon's line, not even Belle Mort, and he was better at seduction then half of them.<br><br>"Well if you ladies are leaving then please let me walk you to your car. I'll try to keep you safe from drink wielding maniacs." he said with a charming smile and the usual hint of a German accent. <br><br>As he started to lead the ladies out of the club, Karl noticed Baldur just coming back into the club. His long time friend and human servant gave him a nod as if something had been completed and Karl wondered what it was that Baldur had been up to. The music continued to thump behind them as they made their way out of the club. "So ladies...Bridget, Rachel...perhaps we could try this again another time? Some place a little safer, where it doesn't rain mojitos." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>16-11-2013, 01:02:41</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well if you ladies are leaving then please let me walk you to your car. I'll try to keep you safe from drink wielding maniacs." he said with a charming smile and the usual hint of a German accent. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Bridget opened her mouth to protest, because, well, that was what she did. She had to bite her tongue to keep from saying something sarcastic. Karl had been nothing but pleasant to them the whole evening, and he didn't deserve her smartass remarks. She took a deep breath, and offered him a smile. "I guess it can't hurt to have an escort." she said. "In case the parking lot is crawling with drink wielding maniacs." she said. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As he started to lead the ladies out of the club, Karl noticed Baldur just coming back into the club. His long time friend and human servant gave him a nod as if something had been completed and Karl wondered what it was that Baldur had been up to. The music continued to thump behind them as they made their way out of the club. "So ladies...Bridget, Rachel...perhaps we could try this again another time? Some place a little safer, where it doesn't rain mojitos."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Bridget took a deep breath of the fresh outdoor air, glad to be out of the club. Bridget looked over to Rachel to see what she thought about Karl's offer. It didn't escape her that he asked both of them, not just one of them. And used the word we, implying a group outing. Her brows furrowed in a bit of confusion. Maybe he just didn't want one of them to get jealous or upset or something? She still hadn't gotten a read on just which one of them he was interested in, honestly. "I, I don't know. Rachel? What do you think?" she asked. "We're this way..." she said, nodding toward the area of the parking lot where she'd parked her car. She fished her keys out of her purse as they walked, and twirled the key around her finger nervously. "I guess tonight wasn't the most ideal of circumstances." she stated. "So, I guess if Rachel is willing, I'd be willing to give this another shot." she said. She led them to her car and unlocked the driver's door. Her car was an older model Toyota that she'd inherited from one of her older brothers. It showed its age, but it still ran well and was reliable. She climbed in, and reached over to unlock the passenger side. "Well...thank you for walking us to the car." she told Karl. "Its certainly been an...interesting evening." she said. She got into the car and slid the key in the ignition. She turned the key and...nothing. No sputtering, no nothing. "What? C'mon..." she muttered to herself. She tried it again, pressing a little harder on the gas. Still nothing.&nbsp; "Oh my god..." she muttered. She tried it again, with no change. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." she muttered. She whacked the steering wheel out of frustration, which of course didn't help anything. It seemed they were stuck. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 17:17:05</strong>
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				"I doubt the bartenders would let anyone walk off with actual drinks, having someone to look out for us and discourage anyone else from bothering us would be nice," Rachel agreed as she walked with Bridget and Karl toward the exit doors.&nbsp; She was surprised Bridget hadn't turned down Karl's offer of the escort, but maybe she felt unnerved by what had happened, and thought it smart not to go to their with only another woman for company.&nbsp; Besides, it was late, and you never knew who might be lurking, especially outside of a bar.<br><br>"I'm willing, assuming we can find a place we're all agreeable to," she said, hoping the next time would go better.&nbsp; She wondered why Karl would ask both of them, but maybe he was still exercising politeness, or perhaps even he hadn't made up his mind which one of them he was interested in, and wanted a chance to get to know both of them a little better first.&nbsp; <br><br>She opened the passenger door, and was just about to climb in when the car refused to start.&nbsp; She gave Bridget a surprised look, not expecting the car to decide to be contrary, tonight of all nights especially.&nbsp; She frowned, wondering what they were going to do, and feeling awkward that Karl had had to witness the mishap.&nbsp; She supposed she should be grateful he hadn't yet left, but she didn't want to be an inconvenience either.&nbsp; Maybe they could call a cab to come pick them up or something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>21-11-2013, 07:54:25</strong>
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				Karl Friedrich suddenly realized exactly what Baldur had done for him. The girls were suddenly stuck and needed help, help that Karl could easily offer them, though his car was really only meant for a driver and a single passenger. That was clearly something that Baldur had not thought of a solution for. The Maybach Exelero that he owned was good for driving ridiculously fast, looking cool, and spending a fortune on upkeep, but it was not a passenger vehicle. Still, it was worth a shot.<br><br>"Well...I'm not good at fixing cars but I'd be happy to give you a lift home." he said as he looked at the car as though he were shocked it didn't start. "There's just one thing...if you ride with me, one of you would have to sit in the others lap." The vampire gave the girls a sideways glance to see if they thought that was an okay idea or not. "The upside is that I'm one of only three people in the world to own one. The tire company that commissioned it, some millionaire who hasn't actually paid for or received his, and then there's me."<br><br>Was he bragging? Sure. Ironically Karl Friedrich had purchased the car because it had been offered to him. His last name still meant something to some Germans and he had a lot of money he wasn't spending on much of anything. For the first hundred years of his life with Constantine they had buried themselves in the ground during the day when there weren't better options. Even when he was still lesser nobility he'd never had the kind of money he had now. <br><br>"I know it's not the most comfortable offer, but a cab is going to cost you a minimum of thirty dollars depending on how far away you live. It's been a terrible evening, humor me and accept the ride."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 22:53:09</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well...I'm not good at fixing cars but I'd be happy to give you a lift home." he said as he looked at the car as though he were shocked it didn't start. "There's just one thing...if you ride with me, one of you would have to sit in the others lap." The vampire gave the girls a sideways glance to see if they thought that was an okay idea or not. "The upside is that I'm one of only three people in the world to own one. The tire company that commissioned it, some millionaire who hasn't actually paid for or received his, and then there's me."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Bridget couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes at Karl's bragging. And that was exactly what it was, bragging. It never failed to rub Bridget the wrong way when someone, either consciously or unconsciously flaunted their wealth or status. She bit her tongue to keep from saying something smart, but she had the feeling she might wind up biting through it. She took a breath, and counted to ten in her head. She glanced over to Rachel and shot her a look that said 'Really? Can you believe this guy?'<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I know it's not the most comfortable offer, but a cab is going to cost you a minimum of thirty dollars depending on how far away you live. It's been a terrible evening, humor me and accept the ride."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"We don't live that far away, thank goodness. But yes, a cab ride would be costly, and quite frankly a waste of money. Especially if I have to take this thing into the shop." she said, and the look on her face said that she was worried about that. She really couldn't afford an outrageous mechanic bill. "I guess beggars can't be choosers." She stated. "We can sit in each other's lap if we have to, thats not a problem. I&nbsp; just hope the damn thing has a seat belt." she stated. Though, would it even fit around them if they were sitting in each other's lap? She pursed her lips a bit, and pulled her keys from the ignition and threw them in her purse. She stepped out of the car and locked the door to her car. "So where is this fancy schmancy car of yours?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 00:36:33</strong>
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				Rachel mimicked Bridget's eye rolling, frowning at Karl's obvious bragging.&nbsp; Like Bridtet, it always irritated her when people flaunted how wealthy they were in front of others who weren't so fortunate.&nbsp; Not that she and Bridget knew all that many wealthy people, and none with the amount of money that Karl apparently had, but a few of their college friends had parents with money, and always liked to show off.<br><br>"I suppose being cramped for a bit won't hurt," she conceded, glad at least that she'd be sharing the space with someone she knew, and that said someone wasn't a guy.&nbsp; It was going to be awkward enough without that added complication.&nbsp; She joined Bridget in getting out of their suddenly useless car and locking her door, and waited for Karl to lead them to his car, irked that people had to be snobs and buy expensive cars with no back seats.&nbsp; She only hoped their car wouldn't be all that expensive to fix, because the two of them couldn't afford cabs to take them everywhere for long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 01:23:33</strong>
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				Karl Friedrich could sense the fact that his speech about the Maybach had fallen flat with the two girls. Clearly they were unimpressed with wealth. Perhaps it was time to play on his sorta humble roots? "Follow me ladies..." he said with a sweeping gesture. They walked back to the valet and he handed the man his ticket. As soon as the valet figured out which car it was he called the manager. Karl felt the tiniest bit sheepish only because they were making such a big deal about him and he knew that wasn't the kind of attention that was going to impress either Bridget or Rachel. <br><br>"Sorry if I started to brag a little. Honestly, I'm not a huge car guy. I had my first Maybach that I picked up in the 1930's and the company heard that I had it in storage and that it was in near mint condition so we made an arrangement. They shaved a portion of the price of this car off in exchange for my donating my old Maybach to their museum." he sighed a bit and shrugged. "There are advantages to being excessively old and not throwing everything away."<br><br>They were able to hear his car long before they were able to see it. The V12 twin turbo engine had that unique growl unlike your standard muscle cars. The sound was slightly higher pitched and seemed to scream power, almost like a jet engine or a car meant for NASCAR. Then when it came around the corner heads turned. It was long with most of the length in the front. Despite being sleek and incredibly modern there was something definitely retro about the design that harkened back to the sports cars of the 1930's. The valet manager pulled the car up tot he curb and drove very carefully before parking it just as carefully. When he got out of the car he handed Karl the keys and commented on what a nice care it was. Karl Friedrich just smiled and nodded, trying to be modest. <br><br>The master vampire opened the door for the girls and revealed that the inside looked more like the cockpit of a luxury jet fighter if such a thing existed. "Climb in ladies..." he said with a big smile and another sweeping gesture. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 03:14:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Sorry if I started to brag a little. Honestly, I'm not a huge car guy. I had my first Maybach that I picked up in the 1930's and the company heard that I had it in storage and that it was in near mint condition so we made an arrangement. They shaved a portion of the price of this car off in exchange for my donating my old Maybach to their museum." he sighed a bit and shrugged. "There are advantages to being excessively old and not throwing everything away."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"So you're like some ancient vampire hoarder?" Bridget asked, keeping her voice on the low side just in case Karl didn't want it broadcast that he was a vampire. She arched a brow at Karl and smirked at him. It was what he got for being so bragtastic. Bridget shivered and rubbed her arms, there was a slight breeze blowing, and though the night was warm, with her still wet dress the wind caused a chill. She'd be so glad to get home and out of the wet dress. <br><br><br><br><br>The master vampire opened the door for the girls and revealed that the inside looked more like the cockpit of a luxury jet fighter if such a thing existed. "Climb in ladies..." he said with a big smile and another sweeping gesture.<br><br>"Finally" Bridget murmured as the car came around the corner. It was impressive, she'd admit that. Maybe not out loud. So impressive, that she immediately felt nervous and uncomfortable. She swallowed harshly and glanced at the car, and back to Karl Friedrich. "I wish I had a towel or something, I don't, I don't want to mess up your seats." she said. It wasn't like her dress was dripping wet, but it was still fairly damp, and could possibly mess up his seats."I wouldn't want to know the cost of the leather in a car like that." she said. And a car like that had nothing less than leather seats. <br><br>"Wait a minute ma'am! I'll be right back." one of the valets said. He took off like a shot, back into the club. Bridget watched in confusion as the valet took off. What in the world could the valet be running after? They hadn't left anything in the club, so what he could he possibly be doing? <br><br>The question was answered when he returned a few moments later, carrying some clean bar towels. "You said you needed a towel ma'am. Here you go." the young man said as he handed them off to the redhead.<br><br>"Thank you." Bridget said as she took the towels. Well, wasn't that nice of him? Would have been nice if the bartender had offered her a towel in the club to dry off with. She took the towels and used them to cover the seat that she wouldn't damage the leather too much. She climbed in, and nodded at Rachel. "Luckily for you Rachel, the front of my dress isn't wet." she said. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>29-11-2013, 02:50:51</strong>
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				Rachel grinned at Bridget's vampire hoarder remark, glad that her friend seemed to still have her sense of humor, in spite of the situation.&nbsp; Bridget had always been the wittier one of the two of them though, something Rachel had always liked about her.&nbsp; She could usually find something humorous or snarky to say in most situations, a skill that often came in handy, like now, to make Rachel herself feel better about where they found themselves.&nbsp; "Good question," she smiled back.&nbsp; "I've heard of hoarding things like books, which I confess to being guilty to myself, but cars?&nbsp; I'll never have that kind of money, at least not any time soon."<br><br>She sped up her pace, noticing Bridget shivering, guessing she must not be too comfortable about now.&nbsp; Her eyes widened in spite of herself when she saw the car, though that was all the outward sign that Karl would get that she was impressed with the car after all.&nbsp; She was about to open her mouth to volunteer to take the seat so it wouldn't get stained, when Bridget spoke up first, apparently thinking along the same lines she was, though more practically.&nbsp; Rachel was the lighter of the two, and so it would be easier for Bridget simply to dry her dress as much as she could manage.&nbsp; She offered the valet a smile when he brought back towels, liking his attitude better than the staff inside the club, and waited quietly for Bridget to take care of business.&nbsp; "I do suppose that's one good thing, though we could always get more towels if it was," she said, carefully climbing in and trying to settle as little of her weight on Bridget's lap as she could get away with, comforting herself that at least she wasn't having to sit on some stranger's lap, and that was Bridget was a girl, rather than a guy.&nbsp; That would just be even more awkward, though she was still glad it wasn't too far to their apartment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>29-11-2013, 20:01:38</strong>
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				With the girls settled into the car, Karl stepped around and got into the drivers seat ignoring the knowing looks that people waiting to get into the club were giving them. While bystanders might have thought that it was a sure thing that Karl was taking these girls home to sleep with them he wasn't so sure that was going to happen. Karl Friedrich was normally good with the ladies it was true but he'd set the bar some what high for himself that night. <br><br>Revving up the engine the car seemed like it just wanted to go a million miles per hour and actually being in the car one could <em>feel</em> the power of the engine. The vampire pulled out into traffic and the speed of city traffic seemed to do the car little justice. The windows were tinted limousine dark giving them total privacy inside the car. Very little about the Maybach seemed street legal. Karl Friedrich got their address and started driving, smiling to himself since he could remember that neighborhood and how it looked in the seventies...<br><br>"I'm not a hoarder." Karl Friedrich said almost defensively. Both Delaney and Skye had shown him that show at different points and to see disgusting humans living with mountains of filth crammed into their tiny homes or apartments disgusted him to no end. "No it's just that you buy a car and drive it a few times and suddenly it's completely out of date. The problem is that I don't stop liking the cars and before I know it twenty or thirty years have gone by and people look at you strangely for driving them. The ones I like I don't mind putting in storage just in case...I had to stop after a while because I realized I was just wasting money keeping things I was never going to use. I did a big purge about thirty years ago and only kept a few things. Though I got this car in trade just a year or so ago." Karl rambled a bit. Honestly it was refreshing to be around new people. <br><br>Being a part of the pack so to speak was very insulating and at times he found himself associating with no one outside of that group. Delaney for the longest time was the newest friend he had. "Thank you for humoring me..." he said with a smile as they finally got onto the highway and he was able to open the engine up a bit. In a blink they were doing ninety miles per hour and the engine was barely working to do that. Karl Friedrich had been driving for almost a hundred years and easily weaved in and out of traffic. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>08-12-2013, 21:35:36</strong>
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				Bridget helped Rachel get settled in her lap, which wasn't as easy as one might have thought. The cockpit like design made it a snug fit for the girls, as it wasn't designed to hold two passengers. It took some work, but with help from Rachel, Bridget was even able to get the seatbelt over them. Bridget had little choice but to wrap her arms around Rachel's waist, in order to be any sort of comfortable. At least it was her best friend, and not some strange girl she'd never met. That could be a little odd.<br><br>Karl started the car, and it performed like one would expect such a high end car to perform. A smooth, sleek ride practically pulsing with power. <br><br>She listened to his denials of his hoarderness, but she still suspected he had some hoarder tendencies. Just because he was rich and therefore wasn't living in a filthy, stuffed to the gills hovel didn't mean that he didn't share the tendencies. She was right on this, she just knew it. "If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck..."she teased and shrugged her shoulders. Her brown eyes traveled over to the dash, taking in the numbers, and she swallowed a bit nervously. He might be immortal, but they certainly weren't. <br><br>She was glad when they pulled up in front of the apartment building that she and Rachel called home. It was a little older, near the University and popular with students because of the cheap rent. The girls stepped out of the car and Bridget smiled politely at Karl. "Well, thank you for driving us home and making sure we got here in one piece." she said. "I'd invite you in for a drink, but you don't drink." she stated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>18-12-2013, 12:06:35</strong>
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				Rachel was glad it was so dark out, as she hoped it would hide her blush as she and Bridget worked on getting themselves arranged.&nbsp; SThen again, with Karl's vision, maybe she wasn't hiding anything after all.&nbsp; She was surprised at how Bridget managed to get the seatbelt around both of them, but was glad for the security as Karl began to drive.&nbsp; Though she didn't know anything about cars, she could tell this one could go crazily fast in a hurry, and she was too close to the windshield to take chances, even if the seatbelt wouldn't do much, with both she and Bridget using it.<br><br>She nodded as Karl spoke, though she didn't join in Bridget's teasing.&nbsp; She knew Bridget didn't mean anything by it, but she could tell Karl hadn't thought Bridget's hoarding reference amusing, by how quickly he attempted to explain himself.&nbsp; "That all does make sense, and I never really liked that show much either," she said, trying in some small way to make him feel better.<br><br>Her suspicion about the car's speed capabilities was confirmed as she glanced down at the speedometer, her eyes going wide at the numbers.&nbsp; She blinked, hoping she'd seen it wrong, yet knowing she hadn't.&nbsp; At least they didn't live too far from the club, thank God, or else she might have said something, no matter how it made her look.&nbsp; Even if Karl could survive a wreck, she didn't feel like adding a potentially fatal accident to top off the night's events.&nbsp; She was more than relieved when they all reached the apartment complex in one piece, and hurried to get herself on solid ground.&nbsp; She felt awkward at how to end things, but offered Karl a sincere if shaky smile.&nbsp; "I second what Bridget says, both in thanks and the offer," she said lamely, wishing she could come up with something more clever.&nbsp; She'd never been good at on the spot witticism though, and so her sincerity would have to make up for it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>28-12-2013, 14:55:25</strong>
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				"Actually," he said with a hopeful smile, "I can drink just a very small amount without getting sick. If one of you wouldn't mind sharing a beer with me I'd love to see where you live."<br><br>It was one of those moments where he felt like things were getting back on track. Sure it wasn't the smoothest seduction he had ever pulled but if they were inviting him in, or even hinting at it, he could be doing that bad. At the same time, regardless of where the night took them, he wouldn't be bragging about how the night started to Tom or anyone else for that matter. Still it had been a few decades since the last time he had been quite this bold. <br><br>"Besides, this way I'll know your address and I can send a car to take you back to yours in the morning. I really want to help you guys since I know your evening was kind of ruined....What do you say?" he asked, that charming smile resting on a handsome face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>01-01-2014, 23:01:58</strong>
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				"Oh hell. Why not? Come on up." Bridget said after a moment of thought. She knew that she would probably live to regret inviting the vampire up to their apartment, but she figured it was the least she could do for the help he had given them that evening. Plus it seemed that Rachel wanted to invite him up, maybe she didn't want the evening to end. She hadn't missed the flirting between the two, the moony eyes, and Bridget was the last one to cock block a friend. <br><br>She fished her keys out of her purse and led the way to their apartment. It wasn't far, just down the sidewalk and then through a arched breezeway. Their apartment was on the ground level, and Bridget opened up the door. "Home sweet home." she stated. "Uh, I invite you in, Karl." she stated. She didn't know if they had to be specifically invited in, or if&nbsp; that was just urban legend. "Rach, do you want to give him the tour while I change?" she asked as she placed her purse down on a table by the door. <br><br>The apartment was small, but well kempt. It showed its age, but it seemed to be maintained well. Being that its residents were female, it had a definite feminine vibe, but not overwhelmingly so. Their furniture was, a mix of hand me downs and cheap thrift store finds, but they'd worked hard to make it comfortable.&nbsp; <br><br>Bridget walked down the small hallway to her room and shut the door, so she could change out of her dress. She decided to go comfortable, and slipped into a pair of yoga pants and a snug fitting U of M tshirt. She pulled her long red hair into a ponytail, and then stepped back out of the room. She headed into the kitchen, where their alcohol lived. Not that they had a big selection, but what they had lived there. She dug through the fridge and found a beer. It was a nothing too fancy, just a local brew that had been left by a friend after a get together. "Okay I managed to find a beer for you Karl." she stated as she pulled it out and placed it on the counter. They had a nearly full bottle of vodka in the freezer, and juice in the fridge. She made herself a drink because this night definitely needed more alcohol. <br><br>"At least its quieter here than that stupid club." Bridget stated as she walked into the living room. She took a seat on the couch, in what she typically thought of as 'her' spot, the spot she normally claimed, though she wasn't a stickler about it or anything. <br><br>Conversation flowed between the three, especially as alcohol flowed for ladies. It definitely made conversation easier and more relaxed, and even Bridget seemed to be a bit more pleasant with more alcohol in her system. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 06:33:29</strong>
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				Rachel hesitated at Karl's question, not sure whether she should answer for the both of them, and not knowing how Bridget was feeling.&nbsp; Rachel wasn't tired yet herself, but she wasn't sure if Bridget was in the mood for prolonging the night, after how things had ended at the club.&nbsp; Rachel was about to go for caution and tell Karl it might be better if they called it a night, when Bridget spoke first and agreed to let him in.&nbsp; Rachel was slightly surprised, but she thought better of questioning it, and making Bridget feel awkward in front of Karl.&nbsp; So instead she only smiled her thanks, and hoped that Bridget wasn't merely being nice for her.&nbsp; Sure, Rachel was interested in getting to know Karl better, but she didn't have to do it tonight.<br><br>"Sure, though it's not all that fancy," she agreed to Bridget's suggestion, showing Karl around the living room and kitchen while Bridget went to change.&nbsp; "I never understood how anyone could drink beer," she said, handing Karl the bottle Bridget had found.&nbsp; "I like sweeter stuff, myself."&nbsp; Though the vodka was harder than what she was used to, she thought she'd be all right if she mixed it with plenty of juice, which was her usual habit, the rare ties she indulged.&nbsp; <br><br>She was pleased to see an improvement in Bridget's mood as the three of them talked, and felt better that Bridget truly hadn't minded letting Karl join them after all.&nbsp; She herself didn't bother to go and change, though she did remove her heels to be more comfortable, taking her usual seat on the opposite end of the couch from Bridget, letting Karl choose his own place.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 12:33:01</strong>
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				Karl was happy to get a tour of he apartment while Bridget left to change. The girls were being so modest about the apartment and yet it was bigger than his first apartment back in Berlin. Granted, it was the 1700s when he had gotten that place but even so he was wealthy at the time and it had been considered a rather posh apartment for the time. Houses, apartments, living spaces in general were just smaller back then. It was a more frugal time, or perhaps there were just less items to clutter up a house with back then. No tvs hanging on the wall, no stereos in the corner, no computers and their desks in every room...hell people owned less clothing back then as well. Karl couldn't believe how much clothing he had at this point in his life. To fit in Karl Friedrich had purchased all the usual stuff for his apartment in Miami. Very little of it got used though,&nbsp; unless it was something that caught Baldur's eye.<br><br>Turning to Rachel he smiled and said, "It really is a nice place you two have here."<br><br>The Prussian vampire sat down next to Rachel and started to chat but it wasn't idle chit chat. Karl was in full on seduction mode at that point and while the conversation might have felt natural that was entirely intentional and the result of a couple of hundred years of practice. He was gathering information, analyzing all in an effort to figure out how adventurous the pretty brunette was. Karl stayed pleasant, playful, and flirty while making it a point to stay modest. These girls had already made it clear that ego did little for them, though it was hard at times for the rather proud vampire. <br><br>When Bridget joined sitting to his left, Karl felt like he really had won the lottery, lounging between the two gorgeous coeds. The vampire didn't miss a beat in including the redhead in the conversation, sizing her up the same way he had been with Rachel. What started off as an attempt to simply seduce was getting a bit sidetracked though as Karl found himself genuinely interested in a lot of what the girls had to say. They were both highly intelligent and sweet girls with goals and plans...they had their whole lives ahead of them and they were clearly just starting this journey. In so many ways Karl envied them. They were unique compared to the usual girls he found in clubs. Not just their looks but everything about them...they were clearly a cut above...the kinds of women who would go on to do big things and that attracted Karl Friedrich to them that much more.<br><br>"So what were you two ladies doing out all alone on a Friday night anyway? Certainly you're not <em>both</em> single!" Karl said with a laugh as the conversation started to switch gears. He wanted these women badly and it was time to try and guide things in that direction...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 03:22:53</strong>
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				After Bridget got back she sat on the couch in her usual spot and quickly found herself sucked into the conversation. The German vampire was actually a pleasure to talk to and she found herself really loosening up. As they talked Bridget found herself opening up about her studies and her love of the cooking shows of the Food Network, though she didn't really cook much. <br><br>"We are, actually. Both single, I mean." Bridget replied to Karl's question about the two of them being single. "By choice, in my case. Between school and work, I really don't have time to worry about a relationship." the redhead answered. "Nor do I have the patience to deal with guys and their juvenile crap. I mean come on, you saw most of those guys tonight at the club." she said, adding an eye roll for effect. "No thank you. There's very little they can offer me, and what they can, I only need for a night. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a nun, I have my fun." she said. Her statement was a basic confirmation that while she had the carnal needs of a healthy 21 year old female, she had not the emotional needs. Clearly her priority was her education and not the relationship tango that so many girls her age wasted their time on. Her studies would take her so many more places than a romantic relationship ever could, at least at this stage in her life. Some people might have thought this would make her lonely, but she had her friends, she had her studies, she didn't feel like she was missing anything. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miami By Night: A Vampire Tale</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>12-02-2014, 06:01:30</strong>
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				Rachel grinned at Bridget's unintended bit of poetry, or at least she thought it hadn't been intended.&nbsp; Then again, who knew with Bridget sometimes.&nbsp; "Are you thinking of changing majors and becoming a poet?" she quipped, though with good humor.<br><br>"As for me, I guess I just haven't found the right person yet.&nbsp; It's not a big focus for me though, and it's not like I'm upset that I'm not seeing anyone."&nbsp; She also didn't take relationships casually, and had to be serious about someone in order to sleep with them.&nbsp; She wasn't a virgin, but she'd only been in a couple of relationships, one in high school, and the other her sophomore year in college.&nbsp; Bridget knew about both, though only had personal experience with the college guy.&nbsp; He'd been a couple of years older, and had gotten a job offer clear across the country, and accepted it without talking it over with Rachel first, expecting her to just move with him.&nbsp; She hadn't appreciated not being included, and he'd basically given her the choice of moving with him, or ending things between them.&nbsp; She'd chosen to stay, not appreciating feeling pressured, or given ultimatums, and she hadn't regretted the decision.&nbsp; She'd been single ever since then, more serious than she used to be, though Bridget helped keep her from becoming a total hermit.&nbsp; "Besides, like Bridget said, most of the guys these days are too immature anyway," she said, trying to ignore the sudden melancholy that had come over her.&nbsp; She didn't think of Jason often these days, simply for that reason.&nbsp; She wasn't still in love with him, but she wondered what might have happened if he'd stayed, a path she rarely wanted to think about.&nbsp; <br><br><br>"Anyone need anything?" she asked, hoping one of them would, so she could have an excuse to collect her nerves by herself for a minute.&nbsp; She didn't usually get that emotional, not over something in the past, anyway, but just now she felt tears sting the back of her eyes.&nbsp; Maybe she'd had more to drink than she'd thought, or today was just one of those days everyone had on occasion.
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