The calling of the night (Rydia and Goldenchild)
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				Title: <strong>The calling of the night (Rydia and Goldenchild)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>07-12-2006, 15:54:27</strong>
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				Characters:<br>Victor Hess – <em>Main Character.</em> Old vampire with the taste for young women full of life.<br>Monica - Victor's secretary, ghoul.<br>Charles - Victor's driver.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The calling of the night (Rydia and Goldenchild)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>07-12-2006, 16:32:42</strong>
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				The rain was beating heavily on the window outside as Victor stood and stared out in the darkness of the night. Behind him Monica was finishing up the last of her notes and then without speaking backed out the room her head bowed towards him. He didn’t even notice her leaving. It had been one of those nights… the Sabbat were making their small attacks in the city and he was forced to clean it up. He sighed, <em>is this all there is?</em> He still remembered when he was newly embraced and his new life seemed to hold so much possibilities, so much wonder. Now for the last decade he hadn’t done anything that wasn’t routine. His life was beginning to bore him and he had let himself fallen into the trap. As he stood there staring out on nothing he suddenly realized and understood why his Sire had sought the Final Death all those years before…
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				Title: <strong>Re: The calling of the night (Rydia and Goldenchild)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>07-12-2006, 23:44:56</strong>
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				The Prana Yoga Studio on east 81st street attracted two kinds of women.&nbsp; Neurotic Jewish Princesses (as if there was any other kind in Queens) and middle-aged housewives from Williamsburg.&nbsp; They were her bread and butter in these long hungry months, but they demanded more of her than just her time.&nbsp; They wanted not just a yoga instructor, but a therapist come spiritual guide come marriage counselor, and as such Mattie had quite some difficulty leaving the yoga workshop before sundown.&nbsp; Add to it that this was the last Thursday of the month, and her time sheet had to be in the boss' mailbox by the next day or she'd not be getting a pay envelope, and daylight was nothing but a memory by the time Mattie locked up and walked through the pouring rain to the nearest subway stop.<br><br>The coat was a threadbare garment patched in many places, and while it did to keep her warm on those New York nights, it was useless against the rain.&nbsp; The young woman felt herself soaked, but walked with a kind of prideful dignity despite the harships the weather put in front of her.&nbsp; A quick subway ride home, a bowl of soup, and a hot bath.&nbsp; Sounded like the perfect way to finish up the evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The calling of the night (Rydia and Goldenchild)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>08-12-2006, 13:18:00</strong>
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				When Victor left his office the night was far from over, he had given Monica some last instructions to solve and the small pile of documents that had required his attention for the evening. He took the elevator down to the sub basement and then had his driver take out the car. With a heavy mind he seated himself in the backseat of his large limo and the driver took off, heading towards his haven.<br><br>“Charles… just take a drive around in the city, I don’t feel like going home just yet.”<br><br>“Yes, sir.” He replied and drove on. Victor leaned back in the seat and looked out the window. Outside the mortals walked around in their shell of normal life and in that instant he was filled with a wish that he was one of those ignorant mortals… just for a while… <br><br><em>To feel alive again…</em> The thought didn’t really improve him mood.<br>
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