Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)
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				Title: <strong>Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 04:51:59</strong>
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				(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x120/sirius_Black2001/adrianpaul.jpg)<br><br>The Blue Moon Nightclub has been serving patrons in New York since the 1930’s, ostensibly being passed down from father to son for the last 80 years.&nbsp; During that time the club has changed with times, yet the exterior still holds the appeal of a of old time architecture.&nbsp; Inside Micheal Conway the owner of the establishment holds absolutely nothing back in the form of entertainment for his varied guests.&nbsp; On the first floor of the establishment, the floor open to the general public the Blue Moon offers dancing, drinking, games and more, including live floor shows.<br><br>Beyond the level open for the general public it VIP lounge that caters to a very different clientele.&nbsp; A decidedly darker clientele.&nbsp; Only the people with access to the second floor have any knowledge of what goes on their and they aren’t talking.&nbsp; Nor is how you become a member of the VIP club clear, seeming to be more random than anything else to outward observers.&nbsp; <br><br>It was a half hour before the opening of club for the evening.&nbsp; Micheal Conway is a man dressed to impress.&nbsp; Tonight he wore a black designer suit and had a pair of black sunglasses covering his red tinted eyes.&nbsp; As he did every evening before the club opened he made his rounds a glass of red wine in his hand.&nbsp; The wine did not satiate his thirst, but he did enjoy to taste of it.&nbsp; As he checked to make sure that everything would be in order for the evening he passed several of his employees.&nbsp; Most of them we’re unaware of what their boss really was, only the minimum the trusted few knew his secret, and that was only out of necessity.&nbsp; Otherwise they we’re all blissfully unaware.&nbsp; <br><br>As Micheal moved to watch the band set up for the show a sandy haired young man approached him.&nbsp; His name was Rodney, he was a good kid in his mid twenties, who handles all the entertainment for him at the club.&nbsp; Bless him Micheal wouldn’t get half the things done around here if it wasn’t for Rodney.&nbsp; That was why he paid him so well.&nbsp; As usual he looked as though he had to many thing going on.&nbsp; “Give me a report Rodney,” Micheal said as way of greeting.&nbsp; “And do try to relax, your going to go prematurely gray.”<br><br>“Relax, relax,” Rodney grumbled a heavy Brooklyn accent on his tongue.&nbsp; “You try relaxing when the lead singer of fucking Slipnot is bitching because his drink didn’t have enough ice in it.&nbsp; Then you’ve got technical problem of kind popping up.&nbsp; I swear fucking monkeys could do a better job setting up than the moron who are doing this gig.”<br><br>Micheal smiled, but didn’t interrupt the rant.&nbsp; He always loved listening to Rodney’s rants.&nbsp; “We’ll be ready to open,” he said putting his hand on Rodney’s shoulder we always are.<br><br>(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x120/sirius_Black2001/IMG_0010.jpg)<br><br>(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x120/sirius_Black2001/IMG_1583.jpg)<br><br>(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x120/sirius_Black2001/Sound-Night-Club-Phuket-6.jpg)<br><br>(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x120/sirius_Black2001/DBNB.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 00:10:36</strong>
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				(http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss157/XxTsukiyukuxX/red-hair-girl.jpg)<br><br>Fuchsia had worked in the Blue Moon for almost 6 months, she loved it there, she’d gone from waitress to a bartender, she was lucky because as she was mixing cocktails she got huge tips from the customers, it also helped that she had a great pair of tits and wasn’t scared to show them off. Despite being a curvy redhead with great tits and slender figure she was still single, she had no idea what she did wrong but after the first date the guys never called her back…maybe it was because she didn’t put out she wasn’t sure.<br><br>After hanging up a unanswered call she opened the door to the club saying hi to the security she headed into the main area. She had gone as far as she as she could downstairs she wanted upstairs, that’s where the big tips where, the VIP list was so exclusive she couldn’t even see it. <br><br>“Hey,” She smiled at Rodney and the very gorgeous Micheal. “Can we talk?” she pouted at him as she took his hand pulling him in the direction of his office. “When are you going to let me go upstairs. With the exception of Rodney and yourself, I’m the longest running member of staff, I’ve seen you send total noobs upstairs…so why can I go up there?” she pouted at him. “I make more in tips then I actually get paid. I am the best…so why am I downstairs?” Her voice started to raise at the end as she said that, she was sounding like a petulant child.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 04:02:47</strong>
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				Rodney went off to find more things to bitch about while Micheal allowed himself to be pulled across the floor towards his office.&nbsp; &nbsp;He could have easily held his ground and she wouldn’t have been able to move him an inch.&nbsp; She had worked for him for the last six months, and though they hadn’t interacted much in that time he liked what he saw out of her.&nbsp; She was ambitious and the customers loved her.&nbsp; She had quickly moved up the ranks in the first floor of the club, though a lot of that had to do with the fact that most of his help came and went a lot except for those that went upstairs, it was very rare for them to leave once they got invited to the second floor.&nbsp; The money that he offered was just too good.&nbsp; <br><br>When they reached his office&nbsp; a large and of course luxurious room with all the amenities his not inconsiderable wealth could buy.&nbsp; &nbsp;Micheal slipped his arm from her grasp and with inhuman grace moved to his seat behind the desk&nbsp; “Have a seat my dear and we can discuss your prospects here,” Micheal said turning to his cabinet pulling a metal bottle and poured the rest substance in it into a silver chalice.&nbsp; It was blood which he had purchased from a blood bank.&nbsp; Though it was true he had many humans to choose from, but&nbsp; it wouldn’t look good from a business stand point for people to disappear from his club.&nbsp; <br><br>Wheeling around in his chair her pours Fuchsia glass of wine sliding&nbsp; the glass to her, and then leaned back in his lather chair propping his feet up on the chair his chalice in his hand at his chest as he appraised the young woman before him.&nbsp; The truth was he had considered before now sending her up to to the second floor.&nbsp; She was certainly pretty enough and he had gotten several requests for her, from his clients, and yet he had not made the move.&nbsp; <br><br>Micheal leaned forward setting his chalice on the table locking his finger.&nbsp; “So you think you deserve to be part of my VIP staff do you?” Micheal asked a smile playing on his face.&nbsp; “Why don’t you tell me what you know about what goes on up there.&nbsp; Has one of my other emplyee’s told you about the kind of things that go on up their?” It was an important question for him because if someone had been talking they would be in trouble.&nbsp; Everyone who went up to the second floor, customers, and employee signed a non disclosure agreement before they set foot up there.&nbsp; “Then assuming I grant your request what kind of job are you looking to take?”<br><br>He leaned across the table peering through his sunglasses at her.&nbsp; “You see a lot of very extreme things happen on the second floor,” he continued.&nbsp; “Oh I don’t deny that the money is good if you are willing to work for it.”&nbsp; He gave her a wink and then a brilliant and dazzling smile.&nbsp; “Are you willing to work for your payday?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 02:47:47</strong>
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				Looking at the office she smiled she had only seen it once before and that was the day that she got hired. Running her fingers through her hair she looked over at him, Sighing she sat down on the chair at the opposite side of the table. She looked at the wine. “I can’t drink I’m working tonight.” She smiled at him, “If you remember.”<br><br>She watched him with the chalice in his hand, she tried to straighten her top. Smiling she ran her fingers through her hair she looked over at him. “I’m sure I deserve to be part of the VIP staff, especially since you let that idiot Tina go up there, the one with the bright blonde hair and syphilis.” She bit her lip trying to calm herself down, when she got angry her English accent came through. Her parents moved to America when she was 11 but she never quiet lost the accent.<br><br>“Tina just likes to say that she’s making more money then me.” She tried to keep her anger down, that whore had managed to take a lot of her tips before she headed upstairs. “Well I’m a cocktail bartender over here, I was hoping to do the same upstairs….unless there was different jobs up there. Nothing really freaks me out, trust me.” Biting her lip she looked at him. “I won’t strip and I won’t sleep with customers, but other then anything illegal then I will work for my payday…give me a try.”
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				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 07:52:33</strong>
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				Michael smiled as Fuchsia refused the wine that he offered her, but did not take it back.&nbsp; Taking a pull of blood from the chalice satiating some of his thirst the owner of the Blue Moon leaned back in his chair again.&nbsp; “I am well aware that you work tonight my dear, however right now we are having a business meeting,”&nbsp; Michael said as he raised the chalice to his lips again.&nbsp; “Please I insist you drink with me, I absolutely hate to drink alone.” <br><br>He watched her every movement, as she ran her fingers through her hair, her smile radiant and beautiful.&nbsp; It was absolutely true that she would be well suited for the VIP floor on the second floor.&nbsp; The reason why he hadn’t sent her up to the second floor was because despite the money the floor could be considered hell on earth what with the number of Vampires, the few civil werewolves, and other creatures that go bump in the night.&nbsp; The people he sent up to the second floor we’re treated as little more than pet by his guests.&nbsp; Frankly he thought that Fushsia deserved better than that.<br><br>It was a dilemma to be sure, especially when she mentioned that she wouldn’t sleep with the customers he saw a major obstacle to desire to go upstair.&nbsp; Many of his clients expected a little more than just someone to serve them drinks, they expected a little entertainment from the staff.&nbsp; “I will warn you ahead of time that once the decision is made to send you up to the second floor, it can’t be unmade,” Micheal said musing.&nbsp; “If you decide that you can’t handle it I’m afraid I’ll have to let you go.&nbsp; I really don’t want to, so you have to be absolutely sure that you want this.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 16:57:10</strong>
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				Hearing him she smiled, “So long as you don’t send me home for being drunk.” She smiled picking the glass up taking a sip of wine. She forced herself not to pull a face, she hated wine it tasted like vinegar to her, all wine even champagne. <br><br>“If it helps I work in an alternative bar before I came here, and I was there for wet t-shirt night…lets just say that golden shower were on order.” She smiled slightly. “Look I can handle it…” She frowned hearing what he said, she about it not be able to be unmade. “What do you mean? What happens up there that I can’t come back down here?” She frowned.<br><br>“What the hell happens up there?” She bit her lip looking over at him, she did want to go up there but she didn’t want to hate it only to leave this place, it was the best place she’d ever been employed. Biting her lip she looked at him. “I do want to go upstairs but I don’t at the same time I don’t want to leave this place…I like it here.”
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				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 08:56:48</strong>
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				A wide grin split his face.&nbsp; “No I won’t send you home for being drunk,” he assured her as he took another sip from his chalice of blood.&nbsp; He watched her as she forced herself not to make a face when she took a drink of the wine.&nbsp; Clearly she was not like the taste of wine.&nbsp; &nbsp;He filed that bit of information away in his mind for future reference.&nbsp; “You don’t have to pretend that you like it, you won’t hurt my feelings either way.” He smiled at her crossing his hands together.&nbsp; “However if you don’t like wine, perhaps you could tell me what you do like.”&nbsp; He gestured to his cabinet.&nbsp; “I’ve got brandy, tequila, rum, whiskey, and probably anything else you can think of in my private stores.”<br><br>When she mentioned working in an alterntive bar Michael was unable to suppress a dark laugh.&nbsp; He supposed that the upstairs section of his establishment could indeed be considered an alternative bar, though he doubted that she had experienced anything like the thing sort of thing that went on up stairs.&nbsp; Still he was growing very close to granting her wish, though he didn’t think he give her over to the public, no she would be his and he would reward her generously.&nbsp; <br><br>Sitting up he slid open one of the drawers of his desk and slid it across the desk to her.&nbsp; “If you really want to know what goes on up on the second floor I’ll have to insist that read through and sign this nondisclosure agreement,” he said watching her reaction. “The long and short of the agreement is that you agree not to repeat anything I tell and or show you to anybody, not your friends, not your boyfriend if you have one, and not your family.”&nbsp; His tone was very serious.&nbsp; “I assure you that nothing that goes on upstairs in against the law, it is simply for the benefit of my clients.&nbsp; Anonymity is important to them, they come here because I give them a place where they can enjoy a night out on the town in peace.”&nbsp; His explanation was true enough, though he doubted that she would know exactly what he was talking about.<br><br>H noticed worry on her face, et he sensed that she was determined to move up as well.&nbsp; That determination was enough to convince him to bring her up, in a special role.&nbsp; She would serve drinks to his guests but would work exclusively for him.&nbsp; That would give her a layer of protection that the others didn’t have.&nbsp; He leaned forward.&nbsp; “Believe me I don’t wan’t you to leave either,” he said and it was true.&nbsp; “The customers love you, and if what you really want is to move up to second floor I will make that happens, just know that you likely haven’t experienced anything quite like the VIP lounge.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 05:25:47</strong>
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				She smiled softly, “I was thinking maybe…a Jagerbomb if you have it.” She ran her fingers through her hair as she leant back against the chair. He might have thought she didn’t know anything, but he was wrong she’d dated a vampire at the beginning of collage, he didn’t bite her but she saw some strange stuff.<br><br>She took the paper reading it over, it seemed to be alright, picking a pen up she signed it. “I don’t have a boyfriend and I don’t tell my family anything. It’s just easier.” She smiled handing it back to him. “Trust me I know when to talk and when not to talk.” Smiled at him, she wondered what he meant, but didn’t push him, it seemed as if she was going to get the job upstairs.<br><br>She smiled as he said that he didn’t want her to leave and that the customers love her. She blushed slightly looking at him. “I really want to go upstairs.” She smiled at him. “Please just give me a chance. I promise I won’t screw it up.” She smiled hopefully at him, running her fingers through her hair. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 01:28:24</strong>
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				<br>He smiled at her choice of drink, “A Jagerbomb hmmm, well certainly,” Micheal said rising and moving over to the cabinet pulling out a bottle of jagermeister a glass and a can of red bull.&nbsp; He set about mixing the drink for her her putting in a couple of ice cubes.&nbsp; He was no stranger at mixing drinks.&nbsp; It was one of the many benefits of being a Vampire, he had time to learn many things over the centuries of his life, and with drinks being the order of the day for his business he had spent a lot of time experimenting.&nbsp; <br><br>When he turned back with her drink in hand he could see that she was finishing up reading the agreement and was putting pen to paper on the dotted line to sign her name away.&nbsp; He moved across to his desk and put her drink on a coaster and slid it across the table to her, a grin on his face.&nbsp; “One Jagerbomb for the lovely lady,” he said with a smile.&nbsp; He hoped she enjoyed it.&nbsp; “I’m glad I can trust you not to talk then,” he said looking into her eyes his voice slightly seductive.&nbsp; “I usually have very good instincts, and I have not been wrong yet.”&nbsp; He knew that she wouldn't tell anyone.&nbsp; Who would believe such an absurd story as she could tell.&nbsp; Almost nobody believed in the supernatural these days, not really.&nbsp; Oh you had TV shows like ghost hunters, and the like, but monsters we're primarily the stuff of fiction these days.&nbsp; How blissfully ignorant most mortals we're not even realizing that behind the shadow lurked a different world<br><br>As was always the case when he was introducing a new person to second floor Micheal had to decide where to begin.&nbsp; There was no formula he used everyone was different.&nbsp; He picked up his chalice and head toward the door of his office.&nbsp; "Walk with me,” he said it wasn't a question or an order.&nbsp; “It’s usually easier if you see as I explain.&nbsp; Pushing open the office door he held it open for her to go through.&nbsp; He had old fashioned sensibilities, he believed that doors should be opened for ladies, and he was also just a little chauvinistic.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 02:43:25</strong>
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				She smiled as she took the Jagerbomb off him, “Thank you, but hardcore drinkers tend to drop the shot glass into the redbull and down it in one…but since this isn’t the time to be a hardcore drinker…thanks.” She winked at him. “Trust me I’ve seen a lot of stuff no one would ever believe happen.” Smiling she ran her fingers through her hair, she wasn’t kidding about that comment.<br><br>She smiled as he said she was going to take her upstairs. “You mean you’re really going to take me upstairs?” She bit her lip looking over at him, running her fingers through her hair she smiled warmly at him. Standing up he held the door open to her she smiled. Men didn’t usually open doors anymore, she would hold doors open for people because it was polite but no one really did that for her.<br><br>They headed upstairs slowly she smiled at Joe behind the bar who just shook his head at her. Frowned at him but headed upstairs. “Alright…so what do you want me to do?” She smiled at him, running her fingers through her hair she looked over at him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 04:40:18</strong>
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				“I’ll keep that in mind the next time I make one for you,” he chuckled as they moved out to the first floor, the face of his establishment.&nbsp; They head past Joe at the bar who shook his head in disapproval. Michaels’ eyes narrowed as he shot him a warning look.&nbsp; <br><br>They reached the bottom of the stairs and started up slowly.&nbsp; “Why don’t you tell me about some of the things you have seen...” he said interested, she seemed very confident that nothing that he showed her would surprise her, and perhaps she would be right, it was very hard to tell.&nbsp; “I ask because you seem very confident that nothing I show you will surprise you.”<br><br>They reached the top of the stairs where their was a short landing and a door that lead to the VIP section of his establishment.&nbsp; Standing guard at the door was a big muscular man.&nbsp; He had the look of body builder which is where Micheal had found him.&nbsp; “Marco, good evening, this is Fuchsia she’s receiving a promotion to the second floor.”<br><br>Marco nodded his head.&nbsp; “Welcome to the VIP lounge,” Marco said his voice soft and kind. “Things get rough up her sometimes so if you need anything let me know.”&nbsp; The large man cracked his knuckles and smiled.<br><br>Michael grinned at him and turned to Fuchsia, his look calculating.&nbsp; “I know you’ve made you decision so forgive me for asking it one more time, but I feel obligated to none the less.” he said a grin playing at the corner of his lips.&nbsp; “This is your last chance to back out.”
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 00:29:38</strong>
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				She ignored Joe heading upstairs she smiled, “I couldn’t tell you, you wouldn’t believe me.” She smiled at him. “I’ll just let you think about it.” She giggled softly, running her fingers through her hair she followed him upstairs onto the landing. He spoke to the body guard.<br><br>“Hi.” She smiled at him, “Trust me if I need you I’ll call for you.” She bit her lip. “But I can look after myself.” She smiled, flicking her hair from her shoulder, as she took a deep breath; she was excited to get into the building desperate to see what it looks like.<br><br>As Michael turned towards her she smiled slightly. “Hey.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “I’m not going to back out of it.” She smiled softly. “I want to do this.” She bit her lip looking over at him. “Let’s just do this.” She grinned.
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				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 02:19:59</strong>
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				What she told him had him wondering what sort of things she had seen if she didn’t think that he would believe her.&nbsp; “Maybe once I&nbsp; shown you my little secret, you’ll share a story as well,” he told her.&nbsp; He was growing more and more interested in woman walking with him, and he found himself desiring her even more.&nbsp; <br><br>His manner remained professional however as he betrayed nothing of what he was thinking.&nbsp; He did chuckle however when she told him that she wasn’t going to back out, he hadn’t expected her to.&nbsp; “Alright, I just figured I would give you a fair chance to back out if you wanted to.”&nbsp; He flashed her a grin and turn to the door placing his hand on the door that lead to the VIP room.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking her hand he lead her into a room styled much more in a dark Gothic look than the first floor.&nbsp; Because the club wasn’t open yet though it would be soon only the other employees who had been employed on the second floor we’re there.&nbsp; Around the room were several wrought cages that when the club was open we’re lift into the air occupied with a very scantily clad dancer.&nbsp; <br><br>He lead her to the bar where James Brueske his bartender was putting the finishing touch on the bar for the nights business.&nbsp; “Its time that I gave you some answers,” he said as they walked.&nbsp; “I will remind you that you signed a non-disclosure agreement, and it would be unwise for you to break that contract.”&nbsp; He was sure she hadn’t forgotten but still though it would be wise to remind her, it wasn’t as if he would do anything to her himself but he couldn’t say the same for his clients.&nbsp; “You probably aren’t aware of this, or maybe you are....,” he thought about what she had said.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Beyond the world that most mortals recognize is a separate world veiled in secrecy and shadow.&nbsp; Where myth and legends dwell.”&nbsp; The tone of he voice was that of one telling a scary story.<br><br>They reached the bar and James automatically slide Michael a glass fill with blood.&nbsp; He smiled and then continued.&nbsp; “The kinds of creature dwell in horror stories and movie screens.&nbsp; Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters and the like.”&nbsp; He took a sip of the blood in his cup and smiled.&nbsp; “As you can probably guess from my choice of beverage, I am a vampire myself and the clients that I serve in this section of the establishment are mostly of my kind, though I do get a few werewolves, and other creatures in here.”&nbsp; He looked at her and waited for her reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 03:09:31</strong>
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				She smiled as she followed him up, running her fingers through her hair, “Maybe I will.” She grinned looking over at him. She followed him into the VIP room, blushed as he took her hand she followed him into the room. She was enjoying the look it was nice and gothic like something out of a horror movie. “Very nice, very dark.” She smiled looking round, frowning at the cages… “Fun, cages.”<br><br>She smiled as they walked to the bar and he reminded her of what she had signed she sighed looking at him. “I know….I won’t break the contract I promise.” She smiled giggling at him. He started out with the talk, she tried to keep a straight face, it was almost word for word what her ex had said. <br><br>She kept a straight face nodding slightly; as he waited for her reaction she looked at him. “Oh…” She realised that she needed to look shocked. “Oh wow…really vampires…and werewolves and shape shifters…oh my!” She looked round the room turning her back to him as her face cracked a smile; slowly she turned round totally serious again. “That is...definitely news to me.” <br><br>Looking at him she smiled. “So…what do you want me to do…might as well tell me now before the hard work starts.” She bit her lip slightly looking over at him.
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				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:33:12</strong>
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				Despite her word, she did not convince him that this was new to her.&nbsp; Her reaction was a little to prepared almost like an actress giving a performance.&nbsp; He had seen the reaction of each and every person he had brought up her so he was good as seeing through her facade, and yet he did not detect anything that would suggest that she didn’t believe him..&nbsp; She was indeed an interesting woman.&nbsp; “You can drop the pretense now,” Micheal said his tone serious and somewhat irritated.&nbsp; Had someone told her about the VIP area&nbsp; of the lounge?&nbsp; He didn’t think so, but she had learned about the secret world somehow&nbsp; “I must admit your performance was excellent. but also wasted.&nbsp; I want to know how you know.”<br><br>James stood at the bar watching the exchange.&nbsp; He had not even caught what he was talking about.&nbsp; He had totally believed her reaction and yet his boss had picked up on something that he had missed.&nbsp; <br><br>Her answer was important but it would change her duties any.&nbsp; “You’ll be serving as a waitress up here,” he said.&nbsp; “You’ll be working a lot with James here.&nbsp; I’ll also expect you to serve as arm candy for me from time to time, you don’t mind do you?”
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:42:03</strong>
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				She smiled at him as he told her to drop the pretense, she wans’t even trying that hard to conceal it, she thought it was hilarious that he used the same sentences that her ex had used. “Like I said I saw things at that club.” She winked, but she was lying, he didn’t need to know that. She smiled as she looked over at James as Michael said that she would be working with him a lot. <br><br>“Alright waitressing and…arm candy?” She smiled, “I am very flattered…but maybe I’m using you as arm candy.” She giggled softly as she looked at him. Running her fingers through her hair she smiled softly. “So…any questions other then how do I know…because that’s a story for another night.” She grinned, little did she know that her grin was about to fade as her ex was soon to appear with a group of his friends…would she survive the night…could she convince him that she was going out with Michael…we shall see!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 01:44:09</strong>
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				Apparently he would have to wait for the full story, he didn’t like be kept in the dark about things especially not by one of his employees.&nbsp; “You’ll have to tell me about it sometime then,” he replied his tone stern though not as much as it could be.&nbsp; Her smile was infectious and it disarmed him.&nbsp; <br><br>“Waitressing in this part of the club is a little tricky as I’m sure you can probably guess given that you have some experience already,” Micheal said returning to business.&nbsp; “For the most part my guest here are well behaved for what they are, but never forget that many of them see your kind as simple amusement, perhaps a plaything now and then.”&nbsp; He grinned at her and then winked.&nbsp; “For the most part we have people that take care of those needs.&nbsp; He point to a long hall at the opposite end lounge.&nbsp; “Down that hall are several rooms where all sort of things go on.&nbsp; From romantic evenings, to bondage and submission and the sort.&nbsp; The work is dangerous but they are well compensated and I haven’t lost anyone yet.”<br><br>James looked at the clock and tapped the table a few times.&nbsp; “I hate to interrupt boss, but its time to open the club.&nbsp; <br><br>Michael glanced at his watch and nodded.&nbsp; “James do me a favor and get her ready, I need to make my customary appearance on the first floor I’ll be back in half an hour.”<br><br>“Of course,” James said with a grin.&nbsp; “I’ll keep her safe for you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 22:21:15</strong>
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				She smiled at him and his anger disappeared, running her fingers through her hair as he described the other rooms and what they were for. Looking over at him she smiled as he left her in James’ care, she smiled at him politely as he started going over her duties and how to act towards the customers. <br><br>She tried hard not to smile as he told her things she already knew, she was about to say something when she felt a pair of arms wrap round her waist from behind. A body pressed against hers, she knew that smell from long ago. “Jeremy, get your hands off me.” She smiled slightly as he pushed the hair from her neck breathing in slowly. <br><br>Prying his hands off her she turned round. This was her ex, he was 6ft, stocky, looked like a model but was as dumb as a post. Looking up at him she sighed, she knew that he would turn up but not 5 minutes after she got the job. “Go sit down.” She smiled at him, “I’ll bring you a drink.” He slapped her arse. “I’d rather have you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 04:25:41</strong>
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				Micheal had not even reached the the door that would lead him down stair when the words exchanged between Fuchsia and Jeremy over by the bar.&nbsp; So it would seem that Jeremy was the source of his employee’s knowledge of the supernatural world.&nbsp; He stood back and observed deciding to learn what he could, besides James was nearby he would keep things from getting out of hand.&nbsp; When he slapped her on the arse and told her that he would rather have her Michael let out a low feral snarl and took a few steps forward.<br><br>James ever the hawk turned to notice Jeremy a regular here for as long as he could remember approach the newcomer.&nbsp; It was clear to James that she knew Jeremy already, and it was also clear that she wished that she didn’t.&nbsp; “Hey Jeremy lay of her man,” James said turning to him a drink in his hand.&nbsp; “Here’s your usual drink why don’t you go out and mingle.”<br><br>James hoped that Jeremy would be reasonable.&nbsp; Michael had been pretty clear that Fuchsia was to be his, and he wouldn’t tolerate other men hitting on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 17:20:17</strong>
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				James tried to step in she shook her head, picking his drink up she took him by the hand sitting him down at a booth. “What did I say about you slapping my arse?” He grinned, “I just wanted you to pay some attention to me” He pouted, “Come back to me, I’ve missed you.” <br><br>Rolling her eyes she smirked, “There was definitely something you missed but it wasn’t me. It isn’t going to happen.” As she said that someone came up beside her, “Jer giving you trouble again?” Looking round she realised that it was an old friend, “Oh Lee, could you...?” She smiled at him, he was just over 5ft10, slight build shaggy hair. He smiled, “Yer, I’ve not seen you up here before.” <br><br>She looked at Lee, “First 5 minutes of my new job and Mr Grabby shows up.” Lee let out a chuckle, as he wrapped his arm round her shoulder. “I’ll keep him on a short leash, don’t worry, he’s just had a drunk girl.” <br><br>She grinned at him as he said that. “That explains it.” Smiling she pulled back from him, “Drink?” She smiled, he told her what he wanted, she headed over to the bar getting it from him. “Looks like this is going to be more interesting then I thought.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 02:58:17</strong>
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				As the situation with Jeremy and Fuchsia was resolved Micheal pressed the bridge of his sun glasses back against the bridge of his nose and set off back down stairs to make an appearance on the general level.&nbsp; He always did this to show those not on the VIP list that he was watching.&nbsp; Of course nobody knew what it took to be admitted, the selection process was very private.&nbsp; He thought about what he had seen.&nbsp; He would keep a closer eye on Jeremy, if he was to grabby with Fuchsia he would have to make an example out of him.<br><br>The scene on the first floor was already very lively.&nbsp; The band was already starting to get the crowd in a mood to party.&nbsp; As he moved past the bar he caught the eye of John who was watching him with the same expression he had given them on the way up.&nbsp; Michael glared at him and John turned away.&nbsp; <br><br>He didn’t have long to worry about John’s irritation with him however as an all too familiar woman dressed in a black dress, blond hair and blue eyes crossed the club toward him.&nbsp; Her name was Monica Dupery a reporter from a small paper that reports on the strange and the supernatural.&nbsp; Most of the stuff in the paper wasn’t worth the paper it was printed on, but the stuff Monica did was exceedingly close to the truth.&nbsp; She was absolutely beautiful and also irritatingly persistent, she had been hanging around the Blue Moon off and on for week.&nbsp; <br><br>“Mister Conway, it’s absolutely wonderful to see you again,” she said holding out her hand.&nbsp; Politely he shook her hand.&nbsp; <br><br>“Miss Dupery don’t you have UFO’s to chase after?” Michael replied smoothly his voice filled with skepticism.&nbsp; “I assure you their is absolutely nothing for that rag you call a newspaper here.”<br><br>Monia smiled at him, this was the normal song and dance between them, she wasn’t buying anything he was selling.&nbsp; Her sources told her that the bluemoon was a haunt for monsters out of a horror movie and she wasn’t going to give up until she got some answers.&nbsp; “You can prove that to me by letting me take a look around that second level of yours Mister Conway.....<br><br>His eyes narrow slightly but he kept a smile on his lips though he wasn’t amused.&nbsp; “I’m afraid you need invitation to go up their,” he said keeping good humor on his voice.&nbsp; “The press has been wanting a look for years and I’ll tell you what I tell them, if I decide to give the general public a look at the VIP area I’ll give you a call not until then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 03:08:11</strong>
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				After getting everyone sorted for drinks she didn’t get any bad comments or funny looks off anyone. Partly because of Lee everyone knew him and since she was his friend no one bothered her. She smiled getting told that she could have a 5 minute break she smiled heading onto the ground floor wanting to see where Michael had disappeared to, and gloat at how well she was coping.” She smiled as she headed downstairs.<br><br>She noticed that Michael was chatting with the nosey reported. Grabbing the lipstick from her pocket she covered her lips. Unfastening her hair she headed over to them, Placing her hand on his shoulder she smiled softly. “Hey there.” She smiled softly at Michael. “You don’t mind if I steal him for a minute.” She smirked at the women in black, taking his hand she pulled him back up the stairs before she could say anything.<br><br>“I hate that woman.” She smiled looking over at him, running her fingers through her hair letting it fall over her shoulders. “Oh yer I’m doing great up there.” She grinned, “I can’t believe you held me back so long.” She giggled softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:52:28</strong>
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				They had been chatting for about twenty minutes and he could tell that Miss Duprey wasn’t going to back down no matter how long he stonewalled her.&nbsp; She was so very annoying even for a reporter.&nbsp; To his surprise it was Fuchsia who came to his rescue so to speak.&nbsp; He knew that Monica would be watching them even if she couldn’t hear what they we’re saying.<br><br>“Now, now,” Michael said with a smile placing his hands on her shoulder.&nbsp; “She may be nosy but she has done us a service a number of times.&nbsp; Despite not being allowed up to the second floor she has always rated the Blue Moon very high.”<br><br>A smile played at his lips at her excitement.&nbsp; It seemed as though she was having a good time.&nbsp; “It looked like you and Jeremy know each other,” he said in a low voice.&nbsp; “Would you care to tell me about it.&nbsp; You know if he isn’t careful I might have to hurt him.”&nbsp; His face was serious as he said this.&nbsp; He didn’t like the idea of hurting his clientele but Jeremy wasn’t likely to get the point if he didn’t.&nbsp; He was just so dense.<br><br>He smiled at her mention of holding her back.&nbsp; “I thought I was doing you favor holding you back,” he said.&nbsp; “I apologize it seems that i misjudged you.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 21:14:13</strong>
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				Fuchsia smiled as she led him upstairs. “Oh yer…Jeremey…that’s a conversation for a different time, maybe over dinner.” She winked, “He’s harmless, he just forgets himself, and thank God Lee was there to babysit him.” She smiled as she ran her fingers through her hair, “I know you thought you were doing right by me.” She bit her lip.<br><br>She smiled, looking over she saw that ghastly woman glaring over at them. “Lets pissed her off.” She smiled as she placed her hands on his cheeks pulling him in for a kiss, sighing she broke it off slowly. Looking over at Monica she grinned, seeing her leave quickly. “See she’s gone. I get the feeling she’s after you more then a scoop on the top floor.” She smiled. <br><br>Running her fingers through her hair she grabbed a tissue, “You’ve got some lipstick…” She motioned to his mouth blushing slightly, “I should get back upstairs…you know…gotta work.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 08:42:41</strong>
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				She was very frustrating, he would have to insist on the story at some point.&nbsp; “Very I think I can arrange a dinner for us soon,&nbsp; Perhaps tomorrow night here at the club,” he replied with a smile.&nbsp; “As for Jeremy he may being harmless he couldn’t say that.&nbsp; He was an idiot and idiots did stupid things from time to time.&nbsp; <br><br>Michael was surprised my the hostility that was coming for her directed at Monica, as far as he was away she never done anything to Fuchsia that would warrant such feelings and yet the loathing was hard to miss.&nbsp; He let her pull him in for a kiss.&nbsp; It was a deep and passionate kiss and he could feel strong desire for her bubbling up inside.&nbsp; When she at last broke the kiss he was reluctant to let it go.&nbsp; &nbsp;Monica he noticed did not stick around and he had the distinct impression that Fuchsia was right at least partly, Monica was&nbsp; reporter and the story would always be first but he was not blind to think that was all it was.&nbsp; “You really don’t like her,” he said as they continued on up the stair.&nbsp; “Why is that, has she wronged you personally?<br><br>Michael took the tissue when it was offered and wiped the lipstick of and moved forward to hook his arm through hers looking at her with a smile.&nbsp; “Yes it is time for you to back to work though I think you can take a break from serving drinks for awhile,” he said leaning over to kiss her on the cheek.&nbsp; “You’re going to hang around with me for awhile as I interact with my guests.”&nbsp; his reason was two fold for this.&nbsp; He wanted to have her at his side so that he could enjoy her company, but also to make a statement.&nbsp; He was very fond of her and he would not tolerate other men pawing at her.&nbsp; She was his and everyone would understand by the time the night was through.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 03:12:55</strong>
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				She smiled at him as he told her she needed to tell him. “Over dinner I shall tell you everything.” She bit her lip slightly sighing softly. As he kissed her back she broke it off. “I can’t stand her.” She whispered, growling slightly at the memory. “We went to high school with her, she wrote a piece about me…it was defamatory she got suspended, but the damage was already done.” She sighed, “She’s the reason I was never accepted into collage.” She bit her lip looking over at him.<br><br>She smiled as he wiped the lipstick from his mouth; biting her lip she got her compact out sorting her lipstick out. “Oh? So I’m going to be your arm candy for the next while?” She smiled at him; twisting her hair she clipped it back up looking a bit more sophisticated.<br><br>“So shall we then?” She smiled offering him her arm as they headed inside, she still didn’t quiet understand that she belonged to him she just thought that she looked good for him and to make him look better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 07:33:41</strong>
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				He was placated when she told him that she would tell him everything over dinner.&nbsp; It made him happy to think that he would get his answers to his question.&nbsp; It surprised him to think that Fuchsia and Monica had known each other before the Blue Moon and once he heard her story he had to admit that she had good reason for disliking Monica.&nbsp; He pursed his lip, thinking that he could help her if she still wanted to college, of course that would mean that she would more than likely leave, and he wasn't sure if he like that idea any more.&nbsp; He would give it further thought.&nbsp; "I could ban her from the establishment if that would make you feel better?"&nbsp; If he did that she would undoubtely write an unflattering artical about his establishment in her paper, but nothing inside was taken very seriously anyway.&nbsp; Still he didn't really like the idea of making an enemy out of her if her could avoid it.<br><br>He chuckled at her choice of words.&nbsp; "Yes if you wouldn't mind, I'll pay you well for the service and if you do a particularly good job I'll even give you a bonus on your next pay check," he said pressing his sunglasses to his face and then leaning over to kiss her.&nbsp; "You look absolutely breathtaking maybe even more than is healthy for you," he commented <br><br>Sliding his arm through hers they headed inside the VIP section.&nbsp; His first stop would be the bar to get a drink for himself.&nbsp; They had barely reached the bar when a vampire who had been his friend for a a very long time approached his arm wrapped around a lovely brunette who worked for him, her name was Veronica.&nbsp; "Michael, how are you this evening?" he said.&nbsp; Looking over he took notice of Fuchsia.&nbsp; "Ah, so you've brought another lovely young thing up her," he said with a smile.&nbsp; "You'll make a lot of them unhappy you know, many of them have been wanting her up her for along time and now it seems you claimed her for yourself.<br><br>Micheal was slightly irritated with him.&nbsp; Why couldn't he simply keep his mouth shut.&nbsp; "Yes Marcus, this is Fuchsia as you know," he introduced taking the drink that James had prepared for him. "Fuchsia this man is Marcus, the two of us have been friends for the better part of the last 200 years, we meet on the same boat that carried us to the new world from England."&nbsp; <br><br>"I taught him all he know about business and women," Marcus chortled.&nbsp; <br><br>Michael rolled his eyes.&nbsp; "The only thing you ever taught me was how to repel them Marcus, though you did have a good sense for business."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 21:24:53</strong>
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				Hearing that he would ban her she smiled slightly. “Thank you for the offer but please don’t worry.” She smiled sighing softly. “So long as I don’t go near her I’m sure that I will be fine.” She smiled at him as he spoke about being paid for a service. “Just so long as you don’t think that I will sleep with you for that bonus.” She rolled her eyes giggling softly. <br><br>He led her into the VIP section, as he got a drink she got one for herself, it was soft…no Jagerbombs for her at the moment. They were quickly joined by another couple; she smiled at them both politely. The man spoke about Fushsia without actually speaking to her that angered her. <br><br>Biting her lip she looked over at him. “Nice to meet you, I can tell that you’ve seen me before but I’ve never seen you.” She smiled innocently holding onto him. “So you’re both from England…that’s nice.” She bit her lip looking at him, she didn’t want to get into the conversation it seemed as if there was some bitterness between them. <br><br>She could see Jeremy coming towards her, he was drunk and angry as he glared at Marcus, looking round she tried to spot Lee but he must have been in the bathroom. “Hey…there cutie.” He grinned as he ignored the Micheal and the two others, his eyes were square on Fuchsia, “Why did you leave me?” He pouted wrapping his arms around her trying to move her away from Micheal. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 04:36:21</strong>
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				He would at least make sure that she never had to deal with Monica again.&nbsp; Being on the second floor would help, as he had absolutely no intention of letting Monica ever come up here.&nbsp; “She’s been bugging me for over a year to let her see this section of the club,” he said with a nod to Fuchsia.&nbsp; “As long as you are up here I’m sure the contact between you and her can be kept at absolute minimum.&nbsp; He chuckled at her words that she wouldn’t sleep with him for the bonus.&nbsp; “Not unless you want to love,” he chuckled again.&nbsp; “All I want out of you is tonight is conversation and company.<br><br>Quickly he could see that Fuchsia was getting annoyed by the conversation with his friend Marcus.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Forgive me my lady,” Marcus said looking at her bowing low.&nbsp; “Its just that wit hall the time that I’ve seen you here I feel like I know you already,” he said turning on the charm<br><br>Before Fuchsia had a chance to answer however Jeremy approached and Micheal could see right away that he was even more drunk than he had been before.&nbsp; He gritted his teeth when Jeremy called her Cutie and his face became a scowl when he tried to pull her away from him.&nbsp; “I think you should go and find a corner to sober up in Jeremy,” Michael said darkly trying his hardest not to lose it.&nbsp; He set his glass down on the table and put himself between Fuchsia and Jeremy.&nbsp; “You have to the count of five to back off or I’ll have you removed from my club understand.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 02:42:38</strong>
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				It wasn’t that she was ignored Marcus’ comments but she was distracted by Jeremy and his drunken rambling. She looked at him trying to get him away from Micheal, she was worried what he might do, she heard him speak moving in between her and her ex.<br><br>“You don’t change do you?” He smirked moving towards her. “I knew you liked vampires but seriously you’re fucking this guy?” He motioned to Micheal glaring at him as he squared up. “Seriously Jer don’t do this.” She tried to move around him to put him off from starting a fight with Micheal. <br><br>Biting her lip she looked over Micheal’s shoulder. “You’re gonna remove me from the club. I’d like to see you try.” He grinned looking over at him sizing him up. Looking up at him she ran her fingers through her hair. “Jer don’t…” She whispered. His eyes narrowed on her. “I should have killed you when I had the chance.” He smirked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 06:08:13</strong>
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				Marcus pulled back with his date not wanting to get involved in the altercation with Jeremy.&nbsp; The situation could turn into a&nbsp; fight very quickly.&nbsp; He had seen that look in Michael’s eyes before, and he did not envy the position Jeremy was putting himself in.&nbsp; If he was very lucky Michael would be merciful and would only tear him in half.&nbsp; He would be able to put himself back together eventually if that was the worst he decided to do.&nbsp; If he was feeling particularly vindictive he could do worse.&nbsp; Michael hadn’t killed in a long time but that didn’t mean he had forgotten anything.<br><br>The whole night club had fallen silent as the patrons watched, most of them we’re entertained a few of them concerned.&nbsp; A low gutteral snarl escaped through Michael’s teeth at his words.&nbsp; If he wanted a fight from him he would give the fool more than he bargained for.&nbsp; He lowered himself into a crouch ready to spring.&nbsp; Jeremy was not the brightest bulb even when he wasn’t drunk.&nbsp; As he was the fight would be to easy.&nbsp; “Stay back,” he said to Fuchsia positioning himself in front of her again his arm held out to keep her behind him. <br><br><br>He could tell that she didn’t want this to turn into a fight, and really he didn’t want it to either but he was seriously pressing his luck.&nbsp; His vision turned red at the challenge, but he might have been able to over look that if he had not spoken the next sentence.&nbsp; He let out a feral snarl, at his lament.&nbsp; “James, keep an eye on Fuchsia&nbsp; for me, it would seem I need to take the trash out.”&nbsp; Without further word Michal launched himself at Jermey.&nbsp; Knocking the vampire across the room and then following quickly pinning Jeremy to the wall.&nbsp; “I will not allow you to talk to her that way you filthy piece of trash.&nbsp; You will speak to her with respect or not at all assuming I let you life.&nbsp; It’s about 50/50 right now.&nbsp; It all depends on you.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 01:40:55</strong>
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				She looked at Jeremy. “Don’t do this, Jer.” She whispered looking over at him, but as the two vampires squared off she realised that this was not going to be good. “Don’t hurt him.” She whispered to Michael. “Well don’t hurt him much as atleast.” She whispered running her fingers through her hair she heard Jer challenge him.<br><br>Looking up she heard a snarl as Micheal launched at the drunket vampire. As he pinned Jeremy against the wall he tried to push him away. “You’re calling me trash?” He looked over at her for a second. “She is trash, she’ll sleep with anyone so long as they are vampires…yer that’s her fetish, so take your fill before she gets bored and goes after someone else.” He smirked manging to push Micheal off before lunging at him.<br><br>His aim was off as he ended up sprawling over a table of drinks belonging to werewolves. Fuchsia looked over at Jeremy wondering why he was doing this. Lee came out of the bathroom and ran over to him, picking him up he grabbed his arm pinning it behind his back. “I’m really sorry about him. I’ll keep him away from here.” He sighed as he said something to the werewolves to calm them down.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 07:46:22</strong>
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				Despite what he had said to her she still didn’t want to him to hurt him.&nbsp; Micheal snarled at Jerermy, but was caught off guard when the drunk pushed him away and then attempted to lunge at him.&nbsp; He couldn’t see straight and crashed into a table belonging to a group of werewolves.&nbsp; Despite the damage to his table Michael smiled darkly and approached at the same time as Lee<br>return from the bathroom picking Jeremy up restraining him.&nbsp; <br><br>As he turned to speak to the other Werewolves Michael moved forward and leaned in to speak to the unruly Vampire.&nbsp; “You listen to me you piece of vermin,” he hissed.&nbsp; “Who she sleeps or doesn’t sleep with is none of your business do you understand?”&nbsp; He reached out and gripped his shirt looking into his eyes.&nbsp; “I don’t want to see you here again, if you do return her pleas won’t keep me from ripping you to shreds.”<br><br>Michael snarled one more time at him and turned to Lee.&nbsp; “Get him out of here Lee before I change my mind, and tear him to pieces.&nbsp; You’re drinks and entertainment will be on the house for the night if you take care of him for me before I do something irrational.”&nbsp; <br><br>Lee nodded and wrapped Jermey up around the arms tugging the still struggling vampire towards the back door.&nbsp; “Come on man, its not worth it,” he said to Jeremy.&nbsp; “Go cool your head and I’ll see if I can talk him into letting you comeback after you cool off.<br><br>Michael returns to the bar when James has been keeping hold of Fuchsia’s arm so that she wouldn’t get in the middle of the fight.&nbsp; He gave an appreciative nod to James and then turned his attention to Fushsia.&nbsp; “It anyone else but you had asked me to spare him, I would have ignored them.&nbsp; He should consider himself fortunate that you we’re here to stay my hand this time.&nbsp; I may not be so generous in the future.”&nbsp; He smiled as her and hooked his arm through hers and picked up his drink.&nbsp; “You’ll have to tell me sometime what you ever saw in him.&nbsp; He is an utter fool.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 20:27:53</strong>
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				She watched as Lee grabbed him pushing him to the door after Michael spoke to him, she was embarrassed by everything that had happened. Looking over at him she ran her fingers through her hair, looking into Michael eyes as he moved back to her. She blushed heavily running her fingers through her hair. “I’m sorry.” She whispered. James let go of his arm she felt Michael taking her arm.<br><br>She pulled back from him, “Excuse me.” She whispered heading into the staff room, sitting down she ran her fingers through her hair. She was so angry with Jeremy for doing that to her, she was sure that she wouldn’t be back to work together, if she didn’t lose job Jeremy would be waiting for her, it didn’t seem like it was going to end well for her tonight.<br><br>She made herself a quick drink, she checked her phone seeing that there a few messages telling her that she’ll be dead by morning. Sighing she didn’t want to tell Michael, she already felt weak…she didn’t want him to think badly of her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 06:08:39</strong>
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				Michael let her go to the staff room realizing that she had just had to deal with something very unpleasant.&nbsp; He would give her a little time to sort herself out.&nbsp; He turned to James and got a refill for his drink thinking.&nbsp; If Jeremey was smart he would sober up and leave it alone.&nbsp; As he thought this he realized that course of action wasn’t likely.&nbsp; Jeremey wasn’t smart, he was an idiot and he might do something incredibly stupid and go after Fuchsia.<br><br>“James, you know I value your opinion,” Michael said taking a sip of his drink musing.&nbsp; “Do you think Jeremey is likely to forgive and forget what happened here tonight?”<br><br>James poured himself a drink and turned to look at his boss pursing his lip.&nbsp; “If you really care about that new girl I wouldn’t let her out of your sight,” James replied seriously.&nbsp; “If you let her walk out of here at the end of her shift she will not make it home.&nbsp; He will make good on the theat he made earlier.<br><br>Michael’s eyes narrowed into slights, that was what he had thought and it made him regret his kindness of letting him live.&nbsp; “I knew I should have killed him,” he snarled to himself setting his drink down on the bar turning toward the staff room moving swiftly through the crowd,<br><br>Pushing the door of the staff room open he breezes in and over to her an anxious look on his face.&nbsp; “He’s contacted you hasn’t he.” Michael said looking to her face to read her reaction.&nbsp; It wasn’t really a question, simply a statement of fact.&nbsp; “I want to know what he said.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 01:53:03</strong>
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				She looked towards him, her face must have been pale as he spoke. She picked up her phone it beeping again as she got another message, this time it spared no detail. “I shouldn’t have gone upstairs, I shouldn’t have asked.” She handed him the phone. Letting him see the message she had gotten off him about how he would rip off various parts of her whilst she was alive and watch him drain her slowly.<br><br>Fuchsia looked at Michael, “I’m sorry I was the cause of the trouble tonight…” she whispered, moving to her locker she let him go through the messages that were arriving. She heard a different tone and moved to take it off him, he had sent a picture. Her front room was trashed and on the wall was her pet cat and a message in blood “Ur Nxt.” She bit her lip looking at Michael, “Oh my God.” She handed it back to him, sitting down she ran her fingers through her hair.<br><br>“I didn’t realise just how sick he was.” She whispered looking into his eyes, as tears formed in her own. Leaning over the table she place her head in her hands. “What should I do?” She whispered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 03:47:46</strong>
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				Micheal read through the messages that scum had sent and he fought back a snarl as he read the content.&nbsp; Jeremey was dead, he had just signed his own death certificate by sending those messages.&nbsp; "You didn't know what was upstairs, don't blame yourself for this,"&nbsp; Micheal said through gritted teeth.&nbsp; "You are not responisble for his actions, he is the cause of this trouble."&nbsp; Knowing that he needed to comfort her he moved forward and wrapped his arms around her protectively comfortingly.<br><br>He didn't tell her that he had always thought of Jeremy as unhinged, that wouldn't make her feel any better.&nbsp; "I knew he was a fool, but I didn't think he was suicidal," he looked at her.&nbsp; Her pleas would not save Jeremey from his wrath this time.&nbsp; He was going to kill him.&nbsp; He was out of control and would kill Fuchsia as soon as he got the chance.&nbsp; <br><br>"Your going to stay here where its safe, James will look after you as will Lee," Michael said his respect for the werewolf growing.&nbsp; "I'm going to go and deal with Jeremey myself."&nbsp; Micheal was not an idiot he knew that he was as much a target of this as she was.&nbsp; He wanted to hurt him by killing her, and he would kill him if he got the chance.&nbsp; "He won't lay a hand on you I assure you, this ends tonight."&nbsp; He moved to dial the last number letting it ring until he got an answer.&nbsp; "You should have gone and soaked you head in the river Jeremey," Michael said in way of greeting.&nbsp; "I promise you that you won't live long enough to make good on your threat.&nbsp; If your man enough to pick on someone your own size you meet me Battery Park in two hours.&nbsp; What do you say? are you Vampire enough to face me one on one?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 01:59:15</strong>
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				She looked at Michael as he read the messages, hearing him she knew the anger wasn’t directed at her but she knew that it was her fault. Biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair, feeling his arms around her she leant into him, her head resting on his chest. “I’m sorry, for all this mess.” She bit her lip looking over at him.<br><br>Hearing what he was saying that she was to stay here she nodded slightly, “But what about you?” she whispered, “I don’t want you to get hurt.” She whispered looking up at him, “Alright. I will stay here, but be careful he might seem like an idiot but he’s smarter then he looks.” She whispered biting her lip.<br><br>She saw him dialling a number on her phone calling Jeremy up. Listening to him she bit her lip she looked at him as he finished the call. Taking a breath she looked at him. “He won’t go alone…I know you said 1 on 1 but he was never one for playing by the rules.” She whispered, “He will take others with him and he will definitely cheat.” She bit her lip. “I should know that’s how I came to know him.” She bit her lip, not wanting to tell him her entire history.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 05:42:34</strong>
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				"This isn't your mess," Micheal said again, he didn't blame her at all for this.&nbsp; "Jeremey would have snapped at someone eventually, it just happened to be you."&nbsp; Wrapping his arms around her he held her close to him, wanting to reassure her that everything would be alright for her.&nbsp; "I don't expect him to fight fair, or to come alone, I'll have back up with me as well for that eventuality."&nbsp; Micheal began to plan in his head who he would take with him.&nbsp; Lee would help him, he might even be able to talk some sense into the Jeremey if Michael wanted him to, he didn't want him to.&nbsp; Jeremey would die tonight and never trouble Fuchsia again.<br><br>"Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself," Michael replies looking into her eye.&nbsp; "Worry about yourself fo now, I'll take care of this and he won't trouble you again."&nbsp; <br><br>Michael flipped open his phone again and called James at the counter.&nbsp; "James send Marcus, and Lee into my office, also while we're gone I'm placing Fuchsia under your protection, as a werewolf, she will be safe with you."&nbsp; Michael listened as he nodded his head.<br><br>Barely a minute had passed when the three of them entered the room.&nbsp; "Marcus, Lee, thank you for coming," Micheal said.&nbsp; "I've asked you here because Jeremey has crossed the line.&nbsp; He is threating the life of my companion, and has killed her cat and trashed her home already."&nbsp; He managed to keep the anger out of his voice.&nbsp; "I want the two of you to back me up should he bring friends of his own, can I count on you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 19:36:37</strong>
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				Fuchsia looked up at him, running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly at him. “If you’re sure.” She whispered looking up at him. “Thank you.” She whispered looking into his eyes. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” She bit her lip looking up at him.<br><br>As Lee and Marcus walked into the room Micheal spoke to them, she saw the look on Lee’s face as Michael said that see was his companion. Biting her lip he confirmed what she already thought, that Lee wanted her, he didn’t try anything with her. Looking over at him she felt sorry for him, she liked him but never thought of him as more then just a friend.<br><br>They nodded in reply to the questions. “You know I love a fight.” Marcus smirked. “Besides that guys been pissing me off for a while…not to mention the fact that he made me spill my drink.” He grinned, Lee looked more sedate. “If he’s after Fuchsia then I guess I can’t complain…I don’t think he’d want to kill her…he always said that her blood was like a drug to him so for him to see her with someone else would drive her crazy.” He smiled at her, he was being honest she nodded slightly looking over at him. <br><br>"He said that to me a few times...I never wanted to believe it." She whispered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 02:47:01</strong>
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				He knew that Marcus would be up for this.&nbsp; The crazy fool was always up for a bit of action, and he was always worth his weight in a fight.&nbsp; However Micheal was hoping that he wouldn't have to be involved in the actual fight.&nbsp; He wanted to settle this himself one on one, it was an antiquited idea, he knew that, but so was he when it came right down to it.&nbsp; Jeremy however would be trecherous, and to go without backup of his own would be stupid.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Like Fuchsia, he noticed the look on Lee's face when he had mentioned that she was his companion.&nbsp; He wondered if that would be a problem later on.&nbsp; Unlike Jeremey he didn't want to make Lee an enemy, he was one the good guy's at least when compared to some of the monster's out their, and he was a friend.&nbsp; He knew he could count on Lee to help him with the fight against Jeremey.&nbsp; She cared about Fuchsia as much as he did, but he wasn't sure if he totally trusted him to watch his back.&nbsp; <br><br>"Fuchsia, I promise we will be okay, just give us a few hour, and you won't ever have to worry about Jeremey ever again," Micheal said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 02:55:03</strong>
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				She smiled at Marcus he seemed alright…if a little lecherous.” She bit her lip, knowing that he would have Micheal’s back, she was sure that Lee would do everything he could to help her but it still worried her. Something didn’t sit right with her, she watched to go with him but she knew that he wouldn’t let her. <br><br>Looking over at him she ran her fingers through her hair, “Just be safe alright.” She whispered looking over at all three of them. “I don’t want anyone to get hurt.” She smiled slightly looking over at them. She bit her lip, “I’ll stay here until you get back…I just hope this gets sorted before dawn.” She whispered looking up at him, she didn’t want to go home so if this wasn’t sorted soon she would have to go home and deal with everything.<br><br>She got a text on her phone “Just because he’s coming to fight me doesn’t mean that I won’t get you first.” She looked at him handing it to him. “I think I should go with you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 07:29:45</strong>
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				Michael looked at her when she told him that she thought she should go with them.&nbsp; His first reaction was to tell her that, it was out of the question, even when she showed him the text that Jeremy had sent her.&nbsp; It was clear that she was scared, but he had to think about it reasonably.&nbsp; While she was here, he didn't think there was anyway that Jeremy would be able to get to her.&nbsp; "What if that is what he wants?" Micheal asked looking at her.&nbsp; "Doesn't he know you well enough, that he would be able to judge how you would react?"<br><br>He wasn't going to say no right away, but he was still leaning heavily in that direction, she would have to really convice him that coming with him, was the best option.&nbsp; "I really don't think Jeremy would be stupid enough to come back here, he pissed off alot of people tonight, the werewolves in particular," he remembered what had happened with Jeremey crashing into their table.<br><br>It was something to think about despite what he said.&nbsp; His desire to keep her close, warring with what he thought would be safest for her.&nbsp; Would she be safer out in the open with him?&nbsp; He couldn't answer that one way or the other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 22:09:22</strong>
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				She looked at him. “I don’t have an answer.” Biting her lip she looked over at him. “I don’t know what he is thinking.” She whispered looking up at Michael. “I think he’s lost his mind.” She whispered. Running her fingers through her hair she tried to smile.<br><br>“He might have pissed off some werewolves but why would they try to help me?” She looked at Lee and blushed. “I mean I’ve never done anything for them, it doesn’t count with you Lee we’ve been friends for years.” She smiled weakly.<br><br>“If I go with you, then he won’t come here and then he might try and fight instead of messing you guys around.” Biting her lip she looked over at him running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly. “I’ve made my mind up. I’m going with you.” She whispered. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 09:29:00</strong>
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				He could see he wasn't going to talk her out of this, though she was scared her decision had been made.&nbsp; That left him two options leave her here under lock and key, and probably make her hate him, or take her with him.&nbsp; Letting out a low sigh, he gave a consenting nod.&nbsp; This did not sit well with him.&nbsp; "I still think you would be safer here," he told her seriously looking into her eyes.&nbsp; Trying to hypnotize her had crossed his mind, but that would probably have the same result as locking her up.&nbsp; "However, if you want to come you will stay with James at all time."&nbsp; There was no sense in James staying if she was going and an extra set of eyes would help.<br><br>Putting his hand in the pocket of his pants, Michael withdrew a cell phone, and pulled up a number on speed dial.&nbsp; The phone rang twice before a male voice with a distinctly spanish accent picked up.&nbsp; "Casimiro, Micheal said, looking toward the door.&nbsp; "I've got some business to attend to outside the club tonight, look after things here for me if you would,"&nbsp; Micheal said.&nbsp; Casimiro was a human, who's family Michael had befreinded generations ago.&nbsp; Casimirio new absolutely every, and was his partner in dealing with the day to day business operation's.&nbsp; After a short acknowledgement from the other end of the line Michael thanked him and hung up.<br><br>Turning back to the other with steely resolve in his eyes he spoke to them.&nbsp; "Unstable or not, Jeremey is dangerous," Micheal said deciding a little pep talk would be wise.&nbsp; "I don't want any of you to get involved in this fight if he's on his own, I promised him a one on one fight, and I am a man of my word."&nbsp; Pacing back and forth he continued.&nbsp; "I don't expect him to fight fair however, so just make sure his backup is a non factor."&nbsp; He looked at the four of them he nodded.&nbsp; "If you have anything you need to get before we leave, get it now, we will be leaving in ten minutes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 00:09:23</strong>
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				Biting her lip she looked over at him running her fingers through her hair, she was scared she knew exactly what he was capable of. Hypnotising wouldn’t work on her if he tried, she had been around vampires for too long, but she could see the look on his face that meant he was considering it. <br><br>She listening to him speaking about someone to look after the club, she didn’t know if he was a vampire, werewolf, or human. Biting her lip she looked at him, she was determined to go and since the phone call she got the feeling that he was ready to let her.<br><br>Looking at him she watched Michael give a pep talk as she headed to the locker pulling out a palm size silver square. Lee looked at her and then at the object in her hand. “Why do you still have that?” He asked the look on his face was fear. “Well…I figured I would need it.” She smiled slightly moving away from them she flicked her wrist it opened up to a full sized silver sword. “I’m glad it still works.” She smiled slightly. “Yeah, I’ll explain later.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 04:20:15</strong>
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				Micheal eye's widened and he visibling recoiled at the sight of the silver sword.&nbsp; Where the hell had she gotten hold of that?&nbsp; &nbsp;Silver was one of the few substance that hurt immortals, and could kill them.&nbsp; Instictively he let out a low hiss.&nbsp; Closing his eyes, he calmed himself.&nbsp; "Please tell me you know how to use that," he said agitated.&nbsp; If she didn't she would be more of a danger to them than to anyone else.<br><br>Marcus held his still heart flinching away from it.&nbsp; "I do say, young lady, you appear to be much more than meets the eye,"&nbsp; Marcus said, eyeing the sword wearily.&nbsp; "Uhhh, do me a favor and keep that sword over their, I do say we wouldn't want an accident to happen."<br><br>Getting his anxiety under contorl Michael looked at Fuchsia again.&nbsp; She was surprising him at every turn.&nbsp; First she knew about the underground world of myths and monster's, now she had a weapon capable of hurting them.&nbsp; "I can't wait to hear your explaination, do you have anything else you want to share with us before we go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 04:40:29</strong>
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				She couldn’t help but smile at their reactions, she knew it was dangerous to them but extreme times call for extreme measures. She had promised herself never to use it or to bring up that part of her life again but this was different Jeremy needed to pay for what he had done.<br><br>Looking over at them and smiled as she swung it comfortable around in her hand, it was like riding a bike. “Do me the favour of getting out of my way once I start swinging this.” She grinned as she flicked her wrist again and it was gone. “It’s a very long story…” She smiled grabbing a bag from her locker but not wanting them to see the items it contained. <br><br>“Alrighty. Lets go.” She bit her lip as she pulled her coat on before heading out of the club with them. She looked at Michael wondering if he would hate her if he knew what she was…all this mess could have been cleared up years ago if she had done what she was told and destroyed Jeremy…this would undoubtedly bring attention to the others that she was alive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 04:59:54</strong>
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				Michael felt a little more comfortable when she withdrew the weapon, an Marcus seemed to relax as well.&nbsp; Even though he knew that she was going to use the weapon to protect herself from Jeremy none of them liked being near a weapon like that.&nbsp; Michael watched her speculatively, trying to piece together who this woman Fuchsia really was.&nbsp; When this was over, he would demand answers, from her.<br><br>"Let get going, the time I told Jeremey to meet us is approaching, and I don't want to be late,"&nbsp; Michael said heading over to the desk and pressing a button he had installed beneath it. A section of wall opened up revealing a private elevator.&nbsp; The elevator served three floors, the VIP lounge the ground floor, and below that a private garage that housed a large number of priceless and rare car's.&nbsp; They would be taking one of the least spectacular cars he owned, a black Mercedes with tinted windows.&nbsp; It would be unobtrusive on the road and not draw attention.&nbsp; Pressing a button on a key chain the doors unlocked, and without another word they climbed inside.<br><br>"Buckle up," he said not looking back as she fired off the engine of the vehicle and sped out of the parking garage.&nbsp; When they we're on the main road he glance over into the seat next to him, where Fuchsia sat.&nbsp; "It will take us twenty minutes to get where we're going, why don't you give us some insight to who you really are?"&nbsp; Michael said as the car sped down the road.&nbsp; "I don't need the full story right now, just give me the reader's digest version."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 06:55:01</strong>
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				Lee looked at Fuchsia as she put the sword away, he shook his head about to say something when Michael said they needed to head out. sHe was glad of that she didn’t need him spouting off what she was before she had a chance to tell them all themselves. <br><br>Heading downstairs they turned towards a Mercedes, “No hybrid then?” She smiled teasing Michael slightly as she got into the car and buckling up. They sped off and she waited for the inevitable questions. “Who are you really?” She smiled slightly as he asked that. “Ooooh that really can’t be answered in 20 minutes,” Looking over her shoulder she looked at Lee. “And no giving it away.” She smirked slightly running her fingers through her hair. <br><br>“Lets just say everything I’ve told you about myself is a lie…except for the Jeremy trashing my house and killing my cat…that isn’t called for. I’ve been lying to myself for a long time and now it’s coming back to bite me on the arse.” She sighed running her fingers through her hair. “Let me ask you a question Michael and you two Marcus…how old are you?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 01:26:11</strong>
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				Although, Michael was usually in excellent control of his temper, he was starting to get annoyed with her lying to him.&nbsp; To channel his irritation he gripped the steering wheel, a little tighter, focusing more than was necessary for him, on the task of driving.&nbsp; He was not as amused as she seemed to be.&nbsp; "We'll take care of Jeremy because he has it coming, but after he is dealt with, I want some answers from you," Micheal said his voice even, and composed.&nbsp; "I want the full truth from you, do you understand?"<br><br>Marcus put a calming hand on his shoulder, he could feel the tension from Michael.&nbsp; "Peace Michael, focus yourself on Jeremy," he said.&nbsp; "He may be a drunk and abit of an idiot, but if you aren't focused he could hurt you.&nbsp; &nbsp;He turned to Fuchsia pondering his answer to her question.&nbsp; "I've be walking this earth for the better part of twelve hundred years, Micheal here, has lived just over four hundred years, would you mind telling us the importance of our age?<br><br>Still watching the road Michael turned some of his attention, to the woman sitting next to him, he wanted her to start answering question.&nbsp; So far she had told him absolutely nothing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 01:52:18</strong>
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				She looked at him as he got angry she wanted to tell him but she knew he would be upset at her for lying but she needed to. “I’m sorry that I lied to&nbsp; you.” She bit her lip hearing their ages. Lee grabbed her shoulder. “Don’t do it…look she’s sorry that she lied but this really isn’t the time to do this.”<br><br>Looking at him she sighed, “No it’s ok I owe him.” Hearing their ages she bit her lip. “1200 and 400…I’m imaging you’ve met someone just like me a few times over those years.” Taking a deep breath she looked at him, “I’m from a long line of hunters.” Biting her lip she looked over at him. “And I don’t mean like deer, or rabbits. My family forced me to train but I ran away when I was 14 and came to the city, I had some money to pay for a place to live and I enrolled in school.”<br><br>Looking at him, “I turned my back on what I was but I always seemed to be friends with the supernatural…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t know how to tell you.” Looking at him she hoped that he wasn’t too pissed off. “I never for once wanted to kill…so please don’t think I did. I mean I couldn’t hurt Jeremy and he was a complete cunt…” She bit her lip knowing that they would be pissed off at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 06:32:59</strong>
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				Marcus let out an audible gasp at this revelation, Michael grasped the steering wheel a little tighter taking a deep steadying breath.&nbsp; Both of them had, had encounters with hunters in their long lives.&nbsp; Their order use to kill mythical creature all the time, but they had grown smaller as time had gone by,&nbsp; Michael had thought that the order had died out after the great war's a century ago, but it seemed some of them still existed even now.<br><br>He glance over at her and saw a look that helped to break his anger.&nbsp; Letting out a low sigh, he reached over with one hand and took her hand in his.&nbsp; "I understand your reason for keeping this to yourself," Michael said, to everyone's surprise, Marcus most of all.&nbsp; They we're natural enemies, and she would be afraid of how he would react, it was the same reason vampires didn't go around telling mortal, that they we're vampires.&nbsp; <br><br>"Michael, are you insane?" Marcus asked?&nbsp; "With all of the lie's she has told you, how can you believe for an instant that she won't take your head the moment she gets the chance?" <br><br>Michael continued to glance at Fuchsia.&nbsp; Marcus had a point, but for some reason he believed her.&nbsp; "If she wanted to kill us, she wouldn't have told us anything, she would have done it as soon as she knew what we we're.&nbsp; Instead she reveals her weapon, and tell's us what she is."&nbsp; He was not at all finished asking question's but they we're drawing near the sight of the confrontation with Jeremey.&nbsp; "We will finish this discussion later, we're here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 23:10:50</strong>
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				She looked at him feeling the anger from him as she said what she was before he sighed and took her hand. She flinched slightly, scared of what he was going to do. Biting her lip she smiled slightly as he said that he understood, Marcus seemed to be angry.<br><br>Hearing his words she knew he was right...pulling her hand from him she looked away. This was her mess, running her fingers through her hair she was close to telling them to leave so she would deal with herself when he defended her. Smiling she looked at him as they pulled into the park. <br><br>Getting out of the car she grabbed her back, “I know that you’re not going to happy with this but I have everything you can need to protect yourself.” Pulling out a gun she threw it at Marcus, “Silver bullets don’t shoot yourself.” Throwing two more cartridges, pulling a grenade she threw it to Lee, “Actually better not with that… it’s UV light bomb.”<br><br>She threw Lee a shot gun. “Silver bullets again, and there’s a few wooden ones as well.” Biting her lip she looked over at Michael… Rifling at the bottom she pulled out a small black handle. “Button at the bottom, don’t cut yourself. Since you’re 1200 years old I assume you know how to handle a sword. You don’t have to use them, it’s just for protection really.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 05:43:41</strong>
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				Michael, had to laugh as he watched her unpack an arsenal, that would have made any out of her bag.&nbsp; He watched as first she pulled out a couple of guns given them to Marcus, and Lee. though he had to cringe when she mentioned that the grenades we're UV light bombs.&nbsp; If one of those when off, the best case senario would be that he got a very bad sunburn, worst case, it would kill him and ever other Vampire in a 50 yard radius.&nbsp; <br><br>"You are absolutely mad, woman," Marcus said as he checked his woman.&nbsp; "Lee, do Michael and I a favor and not use those grenades, it would be a shame to kill Jeremy and have us die in the process."&nbsp; <br><br>Michael smiled at his sense of humor which was slowly returning.&nbsp; When she passed him the small black button hand and told him how to use it, he nodded at her.&nbsp; "Remind me to never get on your bad side," Michael said wryly, as he pressed the botton a katana blade rising from the handle.&nbsp; "Yes, I know well how to handle a sword, and though I despise having silver so close to me, I will gratefully take your weapon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 22:10:28</strong>
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				“Yer you’d better give me that back.” She smiled as Lee threw it over to her, “Maybe I’ll put the grandes away, especially the silver bomb.” She smiled. “Everyone sorted, I assume you know how to use guns.” She looked over at the younger vampire and werewolf.<br><br>Running her fingers through her hair she smiled. “I know you hate silver but it’s the best way of killing. He won’t be expecting weapons…I mean he doesn’t know what I was…” She looked away from Michael, he probably would never want to see her after tonight. Pulling on some goggles that looked like steam punk enthusiasts, but they were night vision, thermal imaging it even detected magic dust if she was going after a fairy or unicorn…not that she ever would. Slowly she headed out, she had no heightened senses so this was the best that she could do.<br><br>The silver box was in her hand. “So what’s the plan?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 03:39:31</strong>
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				Michael could help but be impressed by the arsenal she had at her command, gun's grenades, swords all designed to hurt and kill his kind and Lee's as well.&nbsp; When the grenades went back in the bag, he breathed a sigh of relief.&nbsp; <br><br>Marcus snorted, "Of course we know how to use these weapon's have hundred's of years to practice tends to give one time to learn most things."&nbsp; Taking the weapon he checked everything making sure it was all in working order.&nbsp; He barely even flinched when he checked the rounds.<br><br>"The plan is that I will go out to face Jeremy, with you" Michael said.&nbsp; "Marcus, Lee, James, I want you two run the perimeter make sure make sure he doesn't have any backup around here, and deal with them."&nbsp; He looked to Fuchsia, now that she was here, he wanted her as close to him as possible.&nbsp; "Lets go, and stay sharp."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 02:04:55</strong>
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				She smiled at Michael as she threw to James a typical cop night stick, he seemed defiantly pissed off at the trade off looking at it. “The black outside is fragile…once you hit something, the silver inside will cause a lot of damage and they’ll never realise what you hit them with until it was too late.” She smiled slightly as he seemed to cheer up at that idea.<br><br>Looking at Marcus she grinned giggling softly, “Well I thought that you might have forgotten, especially since you’re so old.” She smiled slightly looking over at him. Turning to Michael she listened to the plan from him. Running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly at him. Moving towards him she looked up at him heading towards the clearing. <br><br>“I am sorry for lying to you, I wanted to tell you but, I was scared.” She looked over at him, “Still wanting to have dinner tomorrow?” She smiled as she moved closer to him.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 06:42:28</strong>
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				Marcus, Lee, and James, each split up going in seprate directions looking pick off any people that Jeremy, might bring with him.&nbsp; The thought that he would come alone, didn't really occur to any of them.&nbsp; They all expect him to have at least a couple of friend with him, either hiding, or arriving with him.&nbsp; <br><br>Micheal, and Fuchsia we're soon alone, and she apologized again for lying to him, to be honest, he really wished that she wouldn't.&nbsp; "Please don't apologize to me for that," he said said.&nbsp; The truth was he thought that this made them a little more even now.&nbsp; "He smiled slightly, beside, I was less than honest with you in beginning as well."&nbsp; When she asked about dinner the next day, he thought about it for a moment. "I have no problem, having dinner with you tomorrow, but for now I think its best we focus our attention on getting through the night."&nbsp; There was no gaurentee, they would.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thank you for gift wrapping her, for me," Jeremy said approaching, from the waterfront.&nbsp; <br><br>Michael snarled at him, he wouldn't be so cocky soon, he wouldn't be anything soon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 20:44:41</strong>
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				As they split up she smiled at him her fingers running through her hair. They started to walk towards the clearing. She smiled at him, “Thank you, for being so kind. I get the feeling Marcus would not have been to kind. But then again I much prefer you.” She smiled as she looked at the silver box in her hand. “I was lucky to get these…before I left I grabbed as much as I could before burning the compound down… As much as I hate Jeremy I would never kill if I had a choice.”<br><br>Blushing she looked over at him, as Jeremy appeared, not as drunk as he once was. Hearing his words she rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you come over here and try to unwrap me?” She smirked as she widened her stance holding the silver box away from her as she beckoned him towards her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 03:46:37</strong>
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				She was probably right, if it had been just Marcus, he probably would have been as forgiving.&nbsp; Then again Michael had never held grudges in the way Marcus did, though with Jeremy, he would happily make an exception.&nbsp; "We are what we are, but that isn't all we have to be," Michael said.&nbsp; I'm a vampire, and though I need the blood of other to survive, I strive to find more civilized ways of getting it.&nbsp; Blood bank are a handy place to get blood, I never take enough to short anyone who might need it, but it's better than the alternative."&nbsp; He looked over at her, the fact that you chose to walk a different path shows that you are more than what you we're born to be."<br><br>He did not get a chance to continue as Jeremy appeared.&nbsp; Unlike at the bar, he was no longer drunk, it seemed he had spent the time since he had left to get sober.&nbsp; Michael was surprised, he had never seen Jeremy sober before.&nbsp; Micheal smiled at his over confidence, the sword she had given him for the fight was in his hand, still just a hilt.&nbsp; "If you think you can claim her, come and get her, you'll be dead before you get with in 10 feet of her."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 22:45:57</strong>
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				“I didn’t realise you were a vampire until you told me.” She whispered looking over at him, “I’ve spoken to a lot of vampires and they say that fresh blood doesn’t compare to chilled blood.” She smiled slightly, “Just wondering if it was true.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “I never once let Jeremy bite me… I never even slept with him…God…why was I his friend?”<br><br>She looked at Jeremy, both she and Michael talked looking over at him she ran her fingers through her hair. Looking at him she ran her fingers through her hair, there were several loud gunshots she tried to look at Jeremy but she got distracted by the shot closest to her and a loud scream. As she looked back at him Jeremy lunged for her, flicking her wrist she extended the sword catching him on the shoulder. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 04:35:54</strong>
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				There would be time to discuss, the difference between chilled blood, and fresh blood.&nbsp; Right now the focus was on Jeremy and the battle to come.&nbsp; The truth was though that the chilled blood could not compare to fresh blood, which was why many that could come, chose to avoid his establishment.<br><br>Jeremy moved quickly, at the sound of gunshots in the distance took his attention for a split second.&nbsp; Thankfully it seemed that Fuchsia was quite skilled in using the weapon, she had in her hand.&nbsp; Michael moved in behind Jeremy prepaing to strike him down from behind, but Jeremey was too quick and managed to evade the attack with relative ease.&nbsp; "You little bitch," Jeremy howled in pain from the wound he had sustained from her sword.&nbsp; It was clear from his voice that he was surprised by the use of the silver weapon.&nbsp; "How the hell do you know about our weakness?"&nbsp; He glared at Micheal and barely avoided a killing stroke by moving out of the way.&nbsp; <br><br>In the distance another gunshot went off, and Micheal wondered, just what was going on, and who was winning this fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 22:39:38</strong>
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				She smirked as she clipped Jeremy it had obviously been a while since she had practised, she needed to work a little harder. She started to laugh at him, running her through her hair she pulled back from him, twisting back from him in case he tried to attack but his shoulder seemed to hold him back. <br><br>Putting the sword away putting it behind her back she smirked at him. “Don’t look at him; I was raised as a hunter…so I know all you’re weakness.” She smirked at him. She could hear the gunshots but circled round him keeping Jeremy between Michael and herself so that he couldn’t defend against both of them.<br><br>She lunged for him swiping his chest with the blade cutting him just on his breast bone but it wasn’t hard. He stumbled back towards Michael.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 02:43:30</strong>
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				Jeremy was completely on the run.&nbsp; He had not expected this, not from her.&nbsp; A hunter, that little bitch, was a hunter?&nbsp; His eyes turned red with anger, and hatred, he was almost crazed.&nbsp; Hunter's had killed his mate, they had tried to kill him years ago.&nbsp; He would make her pay for what her kind had done.&nbsp; Letting out an insane snarl Jeremy charged toward her, the fury strengthening him, pushing him past his injuries, and helping him recover his balance.&nbsp; <br><br>His focus was completely on Fuchsia now, and Micheal was determined to finish this.&nbsp; Charging forward Michael's body rammed into Jeremy's body from behind driving him to the ground, pinning him down.&nbsp; Jeremy struggled on the ground, full of rage.&nbsp; <br><br>"How can you side with them?" he shrieked fight against Micheal with all he had.&nbsp; "Don't you know what they've done?"&nbsp; He was absolutely insane with anger.&nbsp; &nbsp;"My mate, they killed my mate, corralled her like an animal and killed her."<br><br>As Michael held him down, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him, if only a little.&nbsp; "She didn't do that, she left them far behind," Michael hissed.&nbsp; "She was your friend, and you treated her like she was nothing."&nbsp; All of them had done things at times that had not been pretty.&nbsp; "That being said, Fuchsia it is your choice now.&nbsp; Will you let him live, of kill him here?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 02:54:12</strong>
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				She watched as he turned feral, all the anger and hate she had felt disappeared as Michael got him on the ground. His words stung her, it was the reason she had ran away when she did, she hated herself for what she was.<br><br>Michael spoke to her saying that it was her choice, what choice did she have, if she killed him she was no better then the people she had been with, if she let him go he would surely kill her. Looking at him she dropped to her knees as tears filled her eyes. “I don’t know…I just don’t know.” She whispered.<br><br>Marcus, James and Lee appeared behind them, Jeremy had stopped struggling. Dropping the sword on the ground she shook her head, “I can’t kill him…” She said, Jeremy looked at her. “Then I will drain your body of every drop of blood, and go after your boyfriend.” He growled managing to push Michael off her jumped for her, without lifting her head she grabbed the sword swinging it, his head coming clear off his shoulders before disintegrating into dust over her. Dropping the blade she covered her face with her hands and cried, she was a monster. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 23:05:12</strong>
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				Michael had to admit, as he watched Jeremy writhe beneath him, that he was pitiable.&nbsp; If what he said was true, then he could sympathise with his anger, it was never easy to lose a mate, but that didn't give him the right to treat Fuchsia the way he had.&nbsp; It was unlikely that she'd had anything to do with the death of his mate, or any other vampire.&nbsp; She had gone against her order, and lived outside of it, even though her life, undoubtly would have been better with them.&nbsp; She wouldn't be working in a night club owned by a vampire, of that he was sure.&nbsp; Her whole life would be devoted to wiping out the darkest creatures on the planet.<br><br>As she considered her option's she could see, her resolve fading, tears in her eyes.&nbsp; Much as Jeremy had done, she couldn't kill him.&nbsp; Not like this, little did he know the other thoughts going through her head.&nbsp; It was possible that Jeremy could life.&nbsp; His life was in her hands, would Jeremy be able to reign in his hatred for her?&nbsp; Or would he continue to be a threat.&nbsp; Michael got his answer as Jermeny bucked him off.&nbsp; He was going for her.&nbsp; Michael could do nothing just watch as Fuchsia's intstincts took over and she sliced his head, clear off his his shoulders before it disitegrated.<br><br>He saw the look of horror on her face over what had happend, and Micheal moverd over to her wrapping his arm around her back, as he heard her cry into her hands.&nbsp; "Shhh, it's all over now," he whispered.&nbsp; "He can't hurt you anymore, I promise."&nbsp; Little did he know the real reason for her tears.&nbsp; The thoughts that she was a monster.&nbsp; All he knew was that she cried, and he assumed it was over shock<br><br>Lee, and the others moved in, and Michael saw a look that was almost envious on Lee's face, and he understood, that Lee cared for her more than just as a friend.&nbsp; Michael wondered if she felt the the same way about him.&nbsp; "Are you three alright? We heard lots of gun fire." Michael said.<br><br>"We had no problems," Marcus said&nbsp; watching Michael held Fuchsia.&nbsp; "He had a couple of snipers, perched up on the ridges over there and over there and overthere."&nbsp; A smile lit his face, he was clearly satisfied with the results.&nbsp; &nbsp;"They never saw us coming, those weapons, our dear hunter provided for us, made it almost too easy."<br><br>James elbowed Marcus in the gut, he alone understanding what was troubling Fuchsia.&nbsp; "Show some tact man, can't you see how terrible she feels about this."&nbsp; <br><br>The two continued to squabble and Micheal looked down at her and wondered, if he had missed the obvious.&nbsp; Was she crying because she felt bad about killing Jeremy?&nbsp; She shouldn't, if she had not killed him, he would have killed her, he had left her no choice when he had attacked her.&nbsp; It was simple self defense.&nbsp; "You didn't do anything, but what you had to do," he reasussured her wrapping his arms around her.&nbsp; "If you hadn't defended yourself, he would have killed you, and then I would have killed him."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 00:29:26</strong>
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				Looking at Michael as Jeremy disintegrated over her, biting her lip she looked up at him tears streaming down her face. Feeling his hands around her she cried into his shirt. He spoke but she didn’t listen, he must have known she was a monster, how could he wrap his arms around her, how could he bare to be near here. <br><br>The others moved closer, she didn’t hear them; she was planning to leave in the morning. She needed to go get away from them, as much as she liked Michael she was his enemy she had killed one of his kind, she knew that nothing would ever be the same for them. Looking up at him she thought he could see disgust at her…or maybe that was what she wanted to see.<br><br>Pulling back from him she listened to them, speaking about the snipers and that he was happy about the weaponry he was given. Looking over at Marcus she was fine until he called her a hunter, she felt worse then she did. She felt Michael wrap his arms around&nbsp; her again hearing his words. She wanted to believe him she couldn’t, she was a monster. Looking up at him she ran her fingers through her hair, “It’s nearly dawn.” She whispered looking up at him. “We should go home.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 21:50:44</strong>
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				Despite his words he could tell that she didn't believe him.&nbsp; Even though she had acted only to protect herself, she still hated herself.&nbsp; He needed to talk some sense into her before he had to sleep for the day.&nbsp; Somehow, he got the feeling that if he didn't, she wouldn't be there that night.&nbsp; <br><br>The four of them began to move back to car.&nbsp; He opened the car door for her so she could climb in and then moved to his own.&nbsp; "I want you to stop blaming yourself for what happed," Michael said before the other could climb in.&nbsp; "He left you no choice, would you have been happier if he had killed you?"&nbsp; He didn't was to seem cold hearted even though his heart was indeed very cold, but she needed to stop.<br><br>He turned on the car started back down the road to the club.&nbsp; Keeping part of his attention on her wanting her to respond, to give some sign that he was getting through to her.&nbsp; She had done nothing wrong, nothing he wouldn't have done himself.&nbsp; Nothing he hadn't been prepared to do, the moment that Jeremy had threatened her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 02:57:29</strong>
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				She looked up at him as he opened the door to the car for her, sitting down she looked out of the window until he spoke to her, he didn’t seem angry with her. Biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair. “What if I don’t stop?” she whispered, “What if I turn into what I’ve been running from for so long?” She felt tears running down her cheeks again. The others got into the car as they made their way towards the club. <br><br>Marcus was staring at the gun. “Hey… can I keep it? I have a bit of a rat problem.” He laughed obviously meaning something else. She didn’t say anything she just nodded slightly, he grinned. “Ooooh…tomorrow I’m going to go hunting!” He grinned he seemed like a child that had been given a new toy. <br><br>Once they pulled up at the club, Marcus left quickly wanting to get home before sunrise. Lee looked at her, “Want me to walk you home?” He said, she shook her head, “It’s ok I need to speak to Michael about something.” She tried to force a smile as she headed inside the building, before turning to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 16:34:57</strong>
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				The drove home was silent except for Marcus, who in Michael opinion was acting like total prat.&nbsp; He didn't seem to care about what Fuchsia was going through.&nbsp; "You won't, your not a bad person," he said as they pulled into the garage.&nbsp; "If I can go without hunting humans, if any vampire can go without doing that, then I know you can overcome what your going through."&nbsp; <br><br>He parked the car in his garage, and Marcus left quickly wanting to get back to his home before the sun rose.&nbsp; Lee left a short time later though Michael suspected he would wait for her.&nbsp; He turned to Fuchsia who was trying unsuccessfully to force a smile on her face.&nbsp; He knew she was still upset, and she really shouldn't feel that way.<br><br>They reached the elevator and Michael hit the button that would take them up to the top level of the club, where he lived.&nbsp; "Are you planning to leave?" Michael asked as the elevator rose.&nbsp; He didn't want her to leave, not over this.&nbsp; Not over Jeremy, or what had happened.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 03:08:16</strong>
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				Fuchsia looked over at Michael as she headed into the club and into the elevator with him. “I don’t know it depends on your answer.” She whispered looking over at him. “I can’t go home to the state that my flat is in…” She looked at him as she stood opposite him her hands on the metal bars.<br><br>She was still upset by what had happened. Looking over to him she ran her fingers through her hair. Once they were inside the club… She bit her lip. “I know that you might not want to speak to me ever again but I was hoping that you might let me stay with you tonight.” She bit her lip. “I don’t mean like…that. I just don’t want to go home and I don’t have any friends...other then Lee.” Biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked,” biting back tears she headed back to the elevator.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 19:08:04</strong>
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				As she spoke, he listened to her.&nbsp; She was right about one thing, with her home in the state that it was, she couldn't go back to that.&nbsp; He could see that she was still visibly upset about what had happened, but he was shocked when she said that he might never want to speak to her again.&nbsp; What could she be thinking that would make her thing that he wouldn't want to see her again.&nbsp; His silence was brought on more by surprise that anything, and it took him a moment to respond as she turned away.&nbsp; Before she could reach the elevator, Michael caught up o her and placed a hand on her shoulder.<br><br>"I don't want you to go," Michael said sincerely looking into her eyes.&nbsp; "I don't judge, by what you are, I judge you by who you are.&nbsp; You're a good person."&nbsp; He looked into her eyes hoping that she believed what he said, afraid that if she didn't she would leave and he would never see her again.&nbsp; "Please stay today, I have a large bed in the other room.&nbsp; You'll have it all to yourself."&nbsp; He would be in his coffin.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 01:56:53</strong>
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				Looking up at him as he stopped her, biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair listening to what he was saying. Hearing that he thought she was a good person she wiped tears from her eyes looking up at him she blushed. “Really?” She whispered. “You really think that I’m a good person?” She looked away from him she was slowly started to believe what he said. <br><br>Hearing that there was another bed she smiled softly. “Thank you…I’m going to get cleaned up, I hope you don’t mind.” She whispered her fingers running through her hair. “I don’t really want to go to bed covered in Jeremy.” She tried to smile but it didn’t work. “Thank you…will you wake me up when it gets dark?” She tried to smile slightly. “Goodnight, Michael…thank you.” She whispered rushing to him she wrapped her arms round him squeezing him softly. “Thank you.” She whispered. <br><br>Pulling back from him she headed into the bedroom, she walked into the bathroom, turning the water on she quickly got undressed and under the water. Letting it run over her she was glad to finally get rid of Jeremy from her. Wrapping the towel round her she headed out of the bedroom getting herself dry she got under the covered quickly falling asleep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 13:11:03</strong>
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				Michael watched as she went to the bed room to get herself cleaned up.&nbsp; After the nights events he wished he could join her, but dawn would be here much to soon, and like traditional Vampires he only truly felt safe from the harmful rays in his coffin.&nbsp; So instead of taking a shower, Michael simply stripped off his day clothes down to his underwear, and moved to his room.&nbsp; The old antique clock chimed in the corner, it was six o'clock, the sun would be up soon.&nbsp; Moving to his coffin, he pushed back the lid and climbed in<br><br>Pulling down the lid on his coffin, he thought about the night.&nbsp; What had happened with Jeremy, and Fuchsia.&nbsp; He had to wonder if she would really still be here when he woke up.&nbsp; He hoped she would be, but he would deal with that when the time came to it, and fell off to sleep.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 00:08:27</strong>
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				Fuchsia didn’t sleep well during the day all she kept dreaming of was Jeremy, he kept calling her a murderer, then Marcus, and James even Lee…but what made her wake up was when she could hear Michael’s voice in her mind calling her a murderer. <br><br>Looking at the clock it was noon but she was still tired, turning over she managed to fall into a dreamless sleep, her body and mind was too exhausted to slander her and make her feel worse the she did.<br><br>She heard an alarm go off, as she looked at the clock is said 6pm, she had, had 12 broken hours of sleep. Yawning she got out of the bed, she found some clothes in the dresser…but it was nothing more then men’s pj’s but they would have to do. Pulling on the trousers they were clearly too big. She pulled them as tight as possible fastening them, as she pulled the top on over her naked top half there was a knock at the door as it opened.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 23:37:49</strong>
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				The day's sleep progressed slowly, too slowly for Michael who wondered what he would find when he was free to step out of the coffin that evening.&nbsp; Would Fuchsia still be there?&nbsp; What would her frame of mind be if she was.&nbsp; He couldn't imagine that she would be able to forget what had happened with Jeremy th previous night.&nbsp; Would she have dwelt on it all day?&nbsp; Though he hoped it wasn't the case, he suspected the answer to be yes, that she would be.<br><br>At last the alarm rang at six o'clock and pushing the top of his coffin open climbed out and moved to his closet choosing a black business suit, before moving over to the bathroom to clean himself up.&nbsp; His body shook, as he washed his face.&nbsp; It was always like that when he got up.&nbsp; The hunger was always too much when he first got up.&nbsp; Moving over to the fridgerator he pulled out a bottle, and a glass and poured into the glass half the bottle, before putting it back in the refriderator, his hand shaking slightly as he picked up the glass and put it to his lips drinking a third of the blood down in one swallow.&nbsp; He felt great releif and the shaking stopped.&nbsp; His next drink was more measured.<br><br>Once he had finished his glass, Michael decided it was time to check on his guest.&nbsp; He really hoped that she was still here, and that she was not sulking.&nbsp; Arriving outside the room that he had given her Michael knocked on the door, before pushing it open.&nbsp; What he saw, was Fuchsia dressed in some of his clothing.&nbsp; They we're too big for her, and yet he like the way she looked in them.&nbsp; "Good evening my lady," Michael said standing at the door.&nbsp; "You slept well I hope."&nbsp; From the look on her face, he knew that the answer was no, but&nbsp; still he asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 04:02:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him as he looked at her, pulling the shirt down she checked the front, it was a bit too low but there was no way to fasten it closer to him. “I slept…a little.” She whispered looking over at him, running her fingers through her hair she walked over to him. Wrapping her arms around him gave him a cuddle. “Thank you for letting me stay with you.”<br><br>Looking over at him she pulled back slightly, “Did you sleep well?” She smiled slightly looking up at him. Pulling back from him she smiled. “I don’t think that I can go to work in this.” She motioned to the pj’s she was wearing. Looking into his eys she smiled softly. <br><br>There was a beeping in the corner, heading to her clothes she found her phone, “It’s Lee…he wants to make sure that I’m alright. He’s a nice guy…but…” She sighed. “I don’t know, I don’t want to lead him on, I mean I screwed up Jeremy…he was…well he wasn’t a nice guy but he wasn’t psychotic…” She looked at Michael. “I’m not making sense am I?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 07:17:12</strong>
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				Whatever sleep she may have gotten it didn't look as though it had been restful.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she drew closer to him, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her ontop of the head.&nbsp; "It was absolutely no trouble at all," Michael said truthfully, happy that she had stayed.&nbsp; "You can stay here as long as you would like.&nbsp; As for your clothing arrangement, I can send James to your apartment and collect a few things for you if you like."<br><br>When she pulled back, he let let her go.&nbsp; "I slept okay, though my mind was troubled, afraid that you might be gone, when I awoke," he said looking her in the eyes.&nbsp; "I'm happy that you stayed."<br><br>Michael's eyes followed her as she moved back to her clothes picking up her cell phone.&nbsp; It didn't surprise him that Lee was calling. "He loves you, you know," Michael said looking at her.&nbsp; She had to see that, but he thought that if she didn't, she should know that.&nbsp; He nodded his head and looked into her eyes.&nbsp; "You should answer that or he'll think I sucked you dry."&nbsp; He chuckled darkly at his own joke.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 19:36:11</strong>
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				She looked at him smiling slightly, “I’d like to stay…if that’s alright. I know I should go home but…I don’t know if I can.” She bit her lip looking over at him, “Are you sure that James won’t mind getting me some of my clothes?” She bit her looking at him.<br><br>“I almost did go…but I didn’t know where to go.” She whispered looking up at him, “I’m glad that you’re happy.” She smiled softly. As she picked her phone up she looked over at him. “I know…” She bit her lip. “He’s a nice guy…but he’s not my type.” She whispered looking up at him. <br><br>She smiled at his joke, “I’m sure that he wouldn’t be happy about that.” She sent him a text saying that she’s alright and will probably be a work if she can get some clothes that isn’t covered in Jeremy. Looking at Michael, “I’m guessing that the news of what I did and who I was is going to be circulating the club…I don’t want them to cause trouble.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 13:28:33</strong>
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				"James will have no problem with going over to place for some clothes," Michael said looking down at her pulling out a cell phone hitting the speed dial to call Jame.&nbsp; "Good evening James, I was hoping that you would do me a favor and stop by Fuchsia's on your way to the club, she needs some clothes from her apartment."&nbsp; James voice came over from the other end of the phone.&nbsp; "Thank you James, I will see you soon."<br><br>He turned his attention back to Fuchsia, who told him that she almost did go, but didn't know where to go.&nbsp; "You can stay here as long as you like," he said hugging her.&nbsp; "Does he know how you feel?" he asked stroking her hair.&nbsp; Lee was a decent guy, for a werewolf and he didn't want problems from him<br><br>He looked at her as she brought up a potential snag was brought up by Fuchsia.&nbsp; How much would the rest of the crowd know?&nbsp; If James, Lee, and Marcus kept quiet about it, there was no reason for anyone to know that she was a hunter, or had killed a vampire.&nbsp; While he was reasonable, there were other who would be much less reasonable.&nbsp; They would not be happy with her simply because she had been a hunter.&nbsp; "I don't see a reason why they should know anything other than that Jeremy is dead, and I can easily circulate that it was I who killed him.&nbsp; I'll tell Marcus and the others and you will be fine."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 01:31:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As hand up with James and smiled at him, “Thank you.” She sighed wrapping her arms around him. “I appreciate it.” She whispered, looking up at him she smiled. Cuddling into him she sighed slightly. “Yes he really does know how I feel he knows that I care for him but I don’t love him. I made it clear that we could only be friends.”<br><br>“Are you sure? Marcus didn’t seem to be the happiest guy in the world I know that he doesn’t like what I am.” Biting her lip she looked up at him. “What I was.” She sighed looking up at him, running her fingers through her hair. “Can I go out there?” She bite her lip looking at him hoping that he would say something comforting, placing her cheek against his chest she sighed.<br><br>Her arms around him she didn’t want to move from this place. She wanted him to keep her safe and warm but she knew that it would be impossible to ask him to care for her. Pulling back she wiped the tears from her cheeks. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 02:48:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While it was good that Lee knew how she felt, he wondered if it would be enough.&nbsp; If he still held such strong feelings for her, as he thought he did there could be problems down the road.&nbsp; Michael hoped it wouldn't come to blows, Lee was a good guy as werewolves went, and he held a lot of clout in the club.&nbsp; Everybody liked him, not to mention that he really didn't like to end life, a strange sentiment from a Vampire to be sure, but true.<br><br>"I think you won Marcus over at least a little bit, when you let him keep the shotgun," Michael said in response to her concern.&nbsp; "Besides, he's my friend and he knows it would hurt me it he did."&nbsp; He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him taking in her fragrant, delicious scent.&nbsp; She smelled absolutely wonderful, good enough to eat he thought darkly, banishing the idea.<br><br>"If you want to go out there, you certainly may," Michael said holding her kissing her on top of the head, "or if you would prefer I can go down first and make sure that it is safe."&nbsp; There was always the chance that Marcus would have said something already.&nbsp; He didn't think Lee would say anything and James wouldn't either, but Marcus had been know to have a big mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll keep you safe, no matter what, I promise you," he said as he reached out and caught a tear that she had missed.&nbsp; At that moment something came to his mind.&nbsp; The sword, he still had it in his pocket.&nbsp; Sliding his hand in he felt around for it finding the handle.&nbsp; "Here is your sword back if you would like it.&nbsp; It didn't really do me much good."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 02:22:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She knew that Lee wouldn’t do anything that Jeremy did, he’s a nice guy, but the thing was he always had a few girlfriends about…being a pack creature he was never short of women. She smiled looking over at him, running her fingers through her hair. <br><br>“Oh yes give a dangerous man another means to kill?” She giggled teasing him. “I’m sure that Marcus is nice…just don’t leave me alone with him.” She bit her lip looking up at him. She felt his arms around her loving the way he felt in her arms. “I love you.” She smiled looking up at him.<br><br>Biting her lip she looked over at him, she smiled as he handed her the sword. “Why don’t you keep it…in a few hundred years when I’m dead you can look back and remember me.” Blushing she ran her fingers through her hair, looking up at him she smiled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 04:48:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael chuckled, he could not argue that Marcus, was dangerous, all of his kind we're dangerous if you came right down to it.&nbsp; Vampires we're predators it was as simple as that, they had become more refined over the centuries, and many like him had found other ways of sustaining themselves.&nbsp; "Marcus is my friend, but if you don't want to be alone with him that fine by me."&nbsp; He smiled at her as she looked up at him.&nbsp; "I love you to."<br><br>He bit his lip slightly as she mentioned dying.&nbsp; It would happen eventually, he knew that, yet he would remain conceivably forever unless he was killed like Jeremy had been.&nbsp; There we're other options of course, but he didn't think she would like either of them.&nbsp; One would involve turning her into a vampire like him, the other option would be to let her die and live on without her, and the last option would be to stay with her and follow her when she died by somehow commiting suicide.&nbsp; It would not be an easy decision for him, he knew that, but he did know this, he was growing very attached to Fuchsia.&nbsp; "You don't have to die," he whispered not going any further than that.&nbsp; She would know what he meant.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 18:53:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Blushing she looked up at him wondering if he meant that he loved her, it just slipped out. Smiling she looked up at him, she could see his face as he spoke about her dying, she knew that it would be stupid of her to ask him to stay with her as she got older. If they stayed together they would be together for a few years before she left him she didn’t want him to be in pain.<br><br>She looked at him as he said that she didn’t have to die. She smiled slightly, “I don’t have to die?” she whispered looking up at him. “I’m a human I will die eventually.” She smiled, “I’m guessing that you’re suggesting that I become a vampire like you?” She bit her lip looking up at him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 06:26:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When she spoke, he studied her face, afraid that he had said the wrong thing to her.&nbsp; That she would be disgusted with him for even suggesting such a thing.&nbsp; He looked away from her as she bit her lip.&nbsp; "Forget I mentioned anything," he said pulling away from her looking down.&nbsp; "You wouldn't want me to do that, I shouldn't have even brought it up."<br><br>He waited for her to call him a monster, to reaffirm in his mind what he already thought of himself.&nbsp; How could he have been so stupid to suggest it.&nbsp; Though he was afraid what he would see on her face. he turned to look at her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 06:51:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling she looked at him as he turned away from her. "I would be honoured if you would turn me into a vampire. I just didnt think that you meant it...considering what I was." biting her lip she took his hands softly. "I could think of nothing more wonderful then spending eternity with you... If you still wanted to." <br><br>Biting her lip she wrapped her arms around his neck softly, leaning in she kissed him deeply pressing herself against him. Nibbling in his lip she pulled back from him. "I do love you, I loved you from the minute I met you...but you didn't seem to realise I existed until yesterday when I badgered you for a promotion."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 07:51:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When she spoke, he couldn't beleive what he was hearing.&nbsp; She would be honored? to have him turn her into a vampire?&nbsp; "I do mean it," Michael said as he took her hand looking into her eyes.&nbsp; "I just didn't think you would want to be..... like me."&nbsp; Despite the benifits of immortality, being a vampire came with its draw backs.&nbsp; The loathsome hunger for blood for instance.&nbsp; Early on, the craving was hard to ignore.<br><br>He bit his lower lip as she confessed her love for him.&nbsp; Telling him that she had loved him from the minute they had first met.&nbsp; He looked into her eyes, and brushed her hair out of her eyes.&nbsp; "I knew you existed, thats the reason why, I tried to keep you away."&nbsp; Michael said to her .&nbsp; "I was trying to protect you, little did I know you didn't need that kind of protection."<br><br>Michael looked into her eyes.&nbsp; "Are you sure thats what you want?&nbsp; It was so hard for him to imagine that she could truly mean it, considering how she was raised.&nbsp; Even if she had left those ways behind.&nbsp; "I love you, and I want to spend eternity with you, but are you sure thats what you want?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 19:16:30</strong>
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				Biting her lip she looked up at him, “If it means that I can be with you then I’d love to be a vampire…though I have heard that the bloodlust at the beginning is hard to get through. But with your help I am sure that I can pull through.” She smiled looking up into his eyes.<br><br><br>Pressing herself against him she smiled softly. “That’s why I love you.” She whispered looking up into his eyes. “I’m so happy that you’re not angry with me for holding back the truth.” Biting her lip she smiled as he made doubly and triply sure that she wanted him. Smiling she looked up at him, taking his hand she smiled. <br><br>Slowly she led him to the bed. “I’m sure…more then sure.” She whispered, sitting on the bed, pulling him beside her she pressed herself against him kissing his lips softly. “I love you.” She smiled… “Can I be with you?” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 02:33:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael studied her face looking for any sign of doubt. Clearly she was nervous about the idea, and he couldn’t be sure she had really considered what it would mean.&nbsp; "I will help you through those difficult early years," he said to her, "but I don't think it's a decision that you should take lightly."&nbsp; Michael looked into her eyes smiling.&nbsp; If it was what she wanted he would give it to her, but he wanted her to fully consider it before the decision was made.<br><br>"I want you to think about it for at least a day, I know your willing now, but I want to make sure that you don't regret it down the line," Michael said, holding her in his arms.&nbsp; "If you still feel this way tomorrow I'll make that happen for you.&nbsp; I have no objections to making you like me if you really want that, but its not a choice that can be unmade."&nbsp; <br><br>He followed her over to the bed and lay with her, laying next to each other.&nbsp; "I love you&nbsp; too," he said smiling at her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"If that is what you want."&nbsp; He didn't think that she would change her mind in the next day, but he wanted to know how serious she was about it.&nbsp; The transition might seem simple to someone who had never experienced it firsthand, but it was always a major shock at first.&nbsp; It had been for him, when he had first been changed.&nbsp; The woman he had been in love with at the time had been a vampire, and in her desire to keep him forever had changed him one night as they had been making love.&nbsp; At the time he had resented her for it.&nbsp; Things had ben said, and they had never seen each other since, though he knew she was still out there.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 03:00:30</strong>
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				She smiled as she looked into his eyes. “When I’ve made a decision I never go back on it.” She bit her lip looking up at him, running her fingers through her hair she pressed herself against him.<br><br>“I love you Michael…I want to spend my life with you…however long that is.” She smiled. “Hopefully it will be eternity.” She pressed herself against him moving him to the bed laying down with him she kissing him softly. “I want to be a vampire like you.” She smiled. “I’ve heard stories of unwilling people getting turned and turning into nothing but hate…but that won’t happen because I don’t hate you…I love you.” She smiled.<br><br>Looking into his eyes she wondered if he would do it, she hoped he would she cared for him more then she could express. Wrapping her arms around him she smiled softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 06:53:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her, looking into her eyes as she spoke, and he believed her.&nbsp; This was what she wanted, he could see it in her eyes.&nbsp; She would never change her mind, he could see that now, so was there really any point in waiting that extra day?&nbsp; Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her, looking into her eyes as they lay down together on the bed.&nbsp; "I love you too Fuchsia," he said feeling great happieness.&nbsp; "I will make you like me if that is what you want."<br><br>All she had to do was tell him when and would.&nbsp; He trusted what she said, and that thier love would would be enough.&nbsp; "Just say the word love and I will make it happen."&nbsp; He had long since given up any hope that he would find someone that he could share eternity with, but now maybe, just maybe he had found what he had been looking for, over the last thousand years.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 21:03:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she looked at him. “I want you.” She whispered pressing herself against him, cuddling into him she pressed herself against him. “I want to be like you…I never want to be away from you.” She bit her lip looking over at him.<br><br>“How do we? She bit her lip. “I was never really sure how this happened.” She smiled biting her lip slightly. “I love you.” She smiled cuddling into him. Laying down beside him she looked up at him smiling. “So…shall we?” She whispered looking up into his eyes.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 09:50:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				They looked into each other eyes as they cuddled close, and Michael could see that she was nervous, but not scared.&nbsp; It was the unknown, and you we're always nervous when facing the unknown.&nbsp; "You don't really have to do much," Michael said deciding t would be best to explain first.&nbsp; All you have to do is put your faith in me, that I won't accidently bleed you dry in the process.&nbsp; He didn't think he would would, control was not a problem for him.&nbsp; <br><br>"To begin the transformation, I must bite you and inject my venom into your bloodstream," Michael said to her watching her reaction.&nbsp; "The venom will work it way through you body and change you, it is a painful process, that takes most of a day to fully complete, but once it is done you will be just like me, you will never see another sun rise."&nbsp; He looked at her his expression grave.&nbsp; It was alot to give up for her to be with him.&nbsp; "If you are ready, we can begin now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 00:28:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she looked up at him. “Oh so it’s mostly you’re job.” She smiled as she looked over at him, running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly. “It will be painful? I can imagine it being more painful if I couldn’t be with you.” She bit her lip looking over at him. <br><br>“I guess I am ready.” She smiled her fingers running through her hair as she looked up at him. “There is one thing though…I think I need to tell my boss that I won’t be in today.” She giggled softly looking up at him. “But other then that…I am more then ready.” She whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 01:02:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael chuckled at her joke, and leaned in to kiss her,&nbsp; "I'll let him know" he said smiling.&nbsp; "He seemed to an understanding sort, I'm sure he wont have a problem with it.&nbsp; He laughed again and then his face became more serious.&nbsp; Much as he might want to joke about it, this was a serious matter.&nbsp; Fucsia would be changed forever more after this night.&nbsp; He looked into her eyes, and even though she wanted this, or said she did at any rate, it still felt criminal to him to actually do it.<br><br>"For eternity," Michael whispered to her leaning in kissing her softly on the neck, before open his mouth and sinking his teeth into her soft flesh. tasting her blood as he inject his Venom into her blood stream.&nbsp; It did not take long, and Michael pulled away from her and watched.&nbsp; He would stay with her al this long day.&nbsp; He would be the first thing she saw, when she was born into this new life.&nbsp; He just hoped he was doing the right thing.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 02:37:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked up at him, smiling she kissed his lips deeply. “Thanks for letting him know.” She smiled her fingers running through her hair, she could his face become more serious. “I know that it’s serious.” She smiled, “I just like seeing you smile.” She smiled as she looked into his eyes.<br><br>“I know that it would be for eternity.” She whispered looking up at him. Closing her eyes she felt his leaning in kissing her neck softly. She held her breath as he bit down hard onto her neck. Shivering she gasped slightly. “Oh God.” She bit her lip feeling the venom in her neck. Gasping she looked up at him. <br><br>Holding onto his arms she suddenly felt very weak, her skin turned white as she took her last breath. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she passed out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 04:34:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael paced back and forth all the rest of the night, and even during the day protected by a special room without windows, that he used when he didn't want to stay in his coffin.&nbsp; He watched over Fuschia all that day as she lay their her skin turning white.&nbsp; He worried alot that day, wondering if he had done the right thing.&nbsp; She had been willing enough and yet he just didn't know. <br><br>Nobody disturbed him that day, and at last 24 hours passed.&nbsp; She would be waking up soon, and he was nervous.&nbsp; How would she react? he didn't know.&nbsp; He had never done this to anyone before.&nbsp; Reaching over to hand he squeezed it gently.&nbsp; "It is almost over love, just a little longer and it will all be over."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 01:34:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She woke up slowly, her body ached like she had, had the flu or something, opening her eyes slowly the light seemed different. It was dark in the room but she could see everything. “Michael?” She smiled as he squeezed her hand, she weakly squeezed back. <br><br>Looking up into his eyes she smiled softly. “Did it work?” She whispered as she sat up slowly, her head was swimming and her mouth tasted all dry. “I need some water.” She whispered, wondering if vampires could have water. Looking at him she smiled, her hand stroking his cheek softly. “You look different.” She whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 16:25:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael watched as she woke, her body looked weak and shaky.&nbsp; He knew what the problem was, it was the same thing that affected all new vampires.&nbsp; The transformation process took alot out of the body.&nbsp; "Yes love, it worked," he said still holding her hand.&nbsp; Knowing that she would awaken soon he had prepared a drink for her.&nbsp; It wasn't however water.&nbsp; "I know it can be disorienting at first but you are seeing things as I do."<br><br>"I can give you water if thats what you want, but to help you deal with the weak feeling you have right now I would suggest you drink something that will do you more good."&nbsp; He brought the glass filled with red liquid over and set it down next her.&nbsp; "It may repulse you a little but it will help strengthen you.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 22:56:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling slightly as she looked at him, “Will you lie down with me?” She sighed as she looked over at him. Taking his hand she ran her fingers trough her hair, he offered her a drink sighing she realised what was in it. “It’s alright…”<br><br>She bit her lip as she took the glass from him lifting it to her mouth; she took a few sips of it scowling. “It’s not very nice. It maybe repulsive but when I killed Jeremy I felt repulsive…this is much better.” She bit her lip looking over at him, “Lie with me.” She smiled her fingers running through her hair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 23:17:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her as she took the glass and lifted it to her lips.&nbsp; Contrary to popular believe blood was not something that tasted particularlly good to a vampire, it was just something that was needed to survive.&nbsp; "Most of the time I mix something else into it to make it taste better, but it diludes the effects of it a little and you need your strength at the early stage."<br><br>What did surprise him was how in control of herself she was.&nbsp; Many of the newborn vampires he had seen, himself included had been very wild in the early days, it was impressive.&nbsp; Michael nodded at her request, he was still not sure he had done the right thing, but there was nothing to do about it now.&nbsp; He had looked long ago for a way to reverse the effects of vampirism and had come up empty.&nbsp; <br><br>Michael took a seat and then kicked his feet up next to her then rolled over and drapped an arm over her, looking her in the eyes.&nbsp; "Are you okay love?" he asked her as he looked at her.&nbsp; "Please drink some more, it may not taste very good, but it will make you feel better."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 01:09:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“It is not as bad…I can imagine it would be better warm…but I shouldn’t think like that.” Running her fingers through her hair she smiled as she drank the drink. Biting her lip she looked over at him trying hard not to grimace at the taste. <br><br>She smiled, she was too weak and too tired to be wild at the moment, besides all she wanted at the moment was to be close to him. Curling against him she smiled as he came and lay beside her.<br><br>She kept drinking until it was finished. “I feel like I haven’t slept in days…but if I go to sleep now I’ll wake up when its light and that isn’t good.” She bit her lip looking over at him, yawn as she stretched beside her looking up at him she kissed his lips softly. <br><br>Pressing herself against him she yawned, “I need you.” She whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 01:47:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The taste of blood was an aquired one even for vampires, and he could see that despite the brave face she was putting on that she wasn't fond of it.&nbsp; Holding her close to him, he kissed her on the cheek.&nbsp; "You'll get use to it," he said.&nbsp; In the end all vampires did.<br><br>The transformation process took alot of her.&nbsp; She was tired, and it wouldn't be wise to push her much tonight.&nbsp; "Just rest for now, the fatigue will pass."&nbsp; For now all she wanted was to be close to him, and he would oblige her.&nbsp; James was handling the floor for him.&nbsp; A smile twitched at his lips.&nbsp; He had never before this missed a night in the club, now he was missing his second straight.&nbsp; <br><br>"I love you," he said into her ear.&nbsp; "Just rest now, I'm not going anywhere until you are ready."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 20:48:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as he helped her with the drink; she knew he was right that it would make her feel better. Running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly, “I know I’ll get use to it eventually.” She sighed smiling slightly at him. <br><br>She could hear him speaking but she was so tired she had no idea. Yawning she curled into him. “I will rest…tomorrow I will feel better.” She ran her fingers through her hair. Sighing she closed her eyes falling asleep quickly. <br><br>The next night she woke up, stretching she looked over at him, leaning in she kissed him back deeply. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 00:25:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael had let her sleep the rest of that night, and then lay with the the rest of the daylight hours.&nbsp; He knew that she would feel better after some rest.&nbsp; It was normal for the body to need time to adjust to the new life.&nbsp; <br><br>He was already awake the next evening when she awoke, and the first thing she saw was his face smiling at her.&nbsp; When she kissed him he wrapped his arms around her and deepened the kiss.<br><br>When they pulled away a little and was able to speak, he chuckled.&nbsp; "I see you're feeling better this evening my love.&nbsp; That is good."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 01:52:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Opening her eyes, she smiled as he looked at him. “Why do I get the feeling you’ve been smiling at me all day?” She giggled as kissed him softly. “No wonder vampires are seen as sparkly now!” She smiled kissing him deeply. Sighing softly she looked over at him. <br><br>“I do feel better…maybe we should go into the club…” She smiled as she kissed him softly, she had the urge to rip out the hearts of every human she saw, to bathe in their blood and to watch them writhe in agony as she bled them dry, but she tried to pull back from that. <br><br>She knew that she would be more dangerous then the average vampire…considering the extensive training she had a hunter, but she would try to be good for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 16:20:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckle at her comment, and grinned.&nbsp; "Well not all day, I did have to sleep as well once the sun came up," he admitted as she kissed him.&nbsp; It had been so long since he had been human, it was easy to forget the changes from the mortal life.&nbsp; Clearly she was seeing him through new eyes, and he wondered if she liked what she saw.<br><br>Going down into the club could be a bit dicey.&nbsp; Early on the craving for blood, weather you like it or not would be hard to control, he wondered if it wouldn't be better to integrate her back into human society gradually.&nbsp; Give her a smell of one of his employees here before going down to the club.&nbsp; It would be bad for business if she killed the whole human staff.&nbsp; "It think we should see how much control you have first," Michael said.&nbsp; "Lets see how you do with just one before we unleash you on a crowd."<br><br>He pulled her close, knowing this would be hard for her.&nbsp; "I'll be here to keep you from doing anything you'll regret."&nbsp; Ideally there would be a barrier between her and the test subject, one where she could smell and taste the aura, but not have access.&nbsp; Maybe he would have to have something like that built in the future, not that he intended to make any more vampires, but still.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 19:10:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she kissed him softly, “You look different.” She whispered, her hand stroking his cheek softly. “It’s as if I’m seeing everything clearly the first time.” Sighing she curled into him. “Would it be so wrong to have a little blood? I meant…if I don’t kill the human it can’t be bad.” She whispered smiling at him.<br><br>Biting her lip she looked over at him, “I can see why vampires get a bad wrap all I want to do is kill humans and drink their blood.” She blushed looking over at him. “I’m sorry.” She whispered, “How do you get so much control?” She looked up at him.<br><br>Feeling him pulling her close, she sighed leaning in she kissed his neck softly. “Hmmmm.” She whispered, she wanted to bite him but she knew that it was wrong. Pulling back she sighed. “Are you alright?” She whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 03:01:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are seeing through much sharper eyes than your human ones.&nbsp; You are seeing me as I really am," Michael said responding to her statement.&nbsp; Vampires had much better vision than humans did, they could see different spectrum, the dark was nothing to one of his kind.&nbsp; "It is difficult to control ourselfs when we start feeding off of a human.&nbsp; Our instinct is to feed until our victim is bled dry."&nbsp; It was hard for vampires centuries old to hold back.<br><br>He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her.&nbsp; "Some vampires deserve the bad reputation," he said.&nbsp; "Some like to kill, they get off on the rush of it."&nbsp; Leaning down toward her, he kissed her softly and kissed her on the cheek.&nbsp; "Control come with time, and with time, and the desire to, you will learn it as well.&nbsp; It is different for everyone."<br><br>Micheal let her pull away from him.&nbsp; "I am a bit thirsty, but beyond that I am fine, what about you?" Michael asked.&nbsp; "Are you okay?&nbsp; You must need something to drink as much as I do."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 22:05:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Giggling she looked over at him, “My eyes are sharper are they?” She bit her lip looking over at him. “You look amazing.” She whispered, her hands over his cheek softly, leaning in she kissed his lips softly.&nbsp; “Alright…I won’t feed of humans…but you might need to watch me over and over.” She bit her lip looking over at him.<br><br>Feeling his arms around her she smiled softly. “Do you have a bad reputation?” She giggled looking up at him; pressing herself against him she smiled kissing him deeply. “I’m teasing I know that you don’t.” She sighed as she curled into him. <br><br>“Let’s get something to eat…or drink?” She frowned… “Can we have human food, I have a craving for Chinese.” She giggled pressing herself against him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 05:13:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled at what she said.&nbsp; "You're looking pretty amazing yourself," he said as he leaned over to kiss her on the cheek.&nbsp; "As for feeding on humans, I would say wait until you have better control over yourself.... I know you don't want to kill anyone, despite what your new insticts might be telling you..... and don't&nbsp; worry I won't let do anything you'll regret."<br><br>A grim smiled etched itself across his face. "Not in a very, very long time," Michael said darkly. "Don't forget, I have lived for over a thousand years, and I have changed much since them."<br><br>He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her on the forhead.&nbsp; "Though we do not need to eat, and drink human food we can certainly enjoy the finer things."&nbsp; He chuckled at her comment of craving chinese.&nbsp; "I'm going to assume that you mean takeout and not a Chinese person."&nbsp; He chuckled and winked at her as he reached for his phone to call a Chinese restraunt he often used.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 19:09:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him as he kissed her cheek. “I won’t do anything to anger or upset you.” Looking up at him she kissed his lips softly, “You shall have to tell me your stories…we have all the time in the world.” She sighed laying back on the bed.<br><br>As he chuckled and said that he hopes it was take out and not a chinese person she msiled at him innocently. “Well…I did mean a person but some crispy chilli beef will take my mind of it.” She giggled looking up at him.<br><br>She smiled as she listened to him order, “Are you alright love?” She smiled, “So when did you become a vampire? I know you said you were turned during sex but what happened after?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 07:04:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael shook his head slightly and stiffled a laugh as the Chinese man’s voice came over the other end of the phone.&nbsp; “Good, evening Mr. Wu, this is Michael,” Michael said speaking in flawless Chinese, showing off a little bit for Fuchsia&nbsp; “I would like the Shanghai spread.” It was something that Michael had got often.&nbsp; It offered lots of variety.&nbsp; <br><br>Hanging up the phone, he turned back to his lovely lady.&nbsp; "It is perfectly natural at this stage for your desire for blood to be overwhelming," he said smiling.&nbsp; "Those of us that refrain are fighting nature.&nbsp; I personally think it is worth it."<br><br>He thought about her questions.&nbsp; She wanted to hear strories about him.&nbsp; "Yes, she was a wealthy baroness, and I was her lover.&nbsp; After she changed me, I was so angry and confused.&nbsp; She hadn't asked me what I wanted and I felt like I had been robbed of my life.&nbsp; I set off on my travels....." he paused as he thought about what to say next.&nbsp; "I suppose you could say I was searching for myself.&nbsp; I hated what I have become, and tried to run away from it...." He smiled grimly.&nbsp; "If only it was so easy."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 22:05:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she looked over at him, listening to the order she sighed as she sat down beside him. “I’m hungry.” She giggled, her fingers running through her hair. “I know that it will be hard not to drain people but I will have to try.” She smiled as she pressed herself against him.<br><br>Listening to his story she sighed, “I’m sorry love.” She looked at him, “I know it must be hard being something you didn’t, but try to look at the bright side.” She whispered, her fingers running through her hair. “I mean…we get to be together.” She smiled softly. <br><br>Leaning in close she kissed his lips softly. “And now we get to be together…until we get bored of each other.” She smiled looking into his eyes, her fingers running through his hair softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 00:53:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael wrapped his arms around her.&nbsp; He could hear that she was complaining a little bit about the choice of her dinner, and made his way over to the bar, and poured himself as well as Fuchsia a drink.&nbsp; "Lets get you something to quench that thirst of your's," Michael said creating one of his custom creations, that wouldn't diminish the effect of the blood but might make her feel better about as well.&nbsp; <br><br>When he was done he turned and crossed the room to her a glass in each of his hand.&nbsp; "You don't have to be sorry love, I've long ago come to terms with what I've become," Micheal said as he handed the drink to her grinning.&nbsp; "As you say, there are some definately benefits to this life.&nbsp; Now that I have you in my life has only gotten better.<br><br>He wrapped his arms around her as she kissd his lip.&nbsp; "I don't think that will happen, their are many things we can do so that won't happen." Smiling as she ran her fingers through his hair.&nbsp; <br><br>At that moment there was a knock on the door.&nbsp; "Michael its James, can I come in," James asked.&nbsp; "We've got a few things that we need to order."&nbsp; <br><br>Michael nodded and looking down at Fuchsia.&nbsp; "Will you be okay if I let him in?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 23:59:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she curled into him, “I love you.” She whispered her fingers running through his hair. He pulled away from her, moving to the bed getting a drink for her. Taking the glass she giggled her fingers running through her hair taking a sipshe smiled as he wrapped his arms around her again kissing her softly. <br><br>“I hope it wont happen, and I hope that we don’t get bored with one another.” She smiled wrapping her arms around him, kissing his lips deeply she pressed herself against him. <br><br>Hearing the knock on the door she bit her lip, “I’m going to take a quick shower…why don’t you make sure you stay between us.” She smiled, her eyes looking longingly at the door, biting her lip she smiled softly at him.<br><br>Giving him a quick kiss she headed quickly in the bathroom locking the door, biting her lip she got into the shower, yawning she stretched slightly she could feel James in the room, she could smell him. <br><br>Grabbing the shower gel she hopped that the strong smell from that would stop her from drooling. After washing herself down and her hair she rinsed herself off before wrapping the towel round her. Smiling she headed out of the room slowly. “Hello?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 23:26:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael watched as Fuchsia left the room turning on the water for the shower.&nbsp; When he was sure that she was out of the room, he went to the door and let in James.&nbsp; He knew that Fuchsia wouldn't want to hurt James, but the bloodlust was sometimes too much.<br><br>Opening the door, James stepped into the room looking around the room, probably looking for Fuchsia as well.&nbsp; "She in the next room James," Michael said.<br><br>"Are you sure you did the right thing changing her?" James asked.&nbsp; "I know you said she wanted it, but you know how hard it can be."<br><br>Michael glared at James.&nbsp; "Its none of your concern," he said taking the requisition form from James and signing it.&nbsp; "I'll make sure she doesn't do something she regrets."&nbsp; He looked down for a moment.&nbsp; "I told you, I love her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 03:39:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she heard him say that he loved her, heading out with just the towel on she looked at Micheal before her attention was drawn to James. ‘God I wanna bite him.’ She thought, tearing his eyes away from him she bit her lip. “Did anyone manage to get my clothes?” She asked her back to the room as she fiddled with something on the dresser, looking up she saw him in the mirror.<br><br>Digging her nails into the wood she could feel her body shaking as her muscles wanted her to run over to him. “I was just wondering because I can’t really wear Michael’s things… I could but I don’t think that would work.” She pretend to laugh but she could tears running from her eyes, wiping them off they were red. ‘I cry blood…fantastic.’ She thought to herself.<br><br>James frowned, “Oh yer I swung by lastnight, I left your things in the car…I’ll go get them and you can get the rest…” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 05:12:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael turned and watched as Fuchsia came out of the bathroom a towel wrapped around her.&nbsp; He could see the strain on her face, and he was ready to act at a moments notice.&nbsp; He could tell that she was in pain trying to control herself.&nbsp; It wouldn’t be surprising if she was crying.&nbsp; He wanted to go to her, to comfort her.<br><br>“I think that would be a good idea James,” Michael said as the topic turned to her clothes, he wanted to get him out of harms way as soon as possible.&nbsp; This was what he had been afraid of, that her instinct would be too strong and that it would cause her pain.<br><br>James nodded and turned to the door and closed it behind him.&nbsp; The minute he had, Michael moved over to Fuchsia wrapping his arms around her to comfort her, it was then that he noticed the blood.&nbsp; "It doesn't last," Micheal said consolingly.&nbsp; &nbsp;"After the first 6 months it passes and you cry normally again.&nbsp; Are you okay?"&nbsp; It was a stupid question but he felt compelled to ask it anyway.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 00:51:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She heard Michael ask James to get her clothes, and out of the room. Breathing a sigh of relief she looked at him in the mirror smiling slightly. “Thank you.” She whispered, as he wrapped his arms around her. <br><br>“I think I ruined your dresser.” She whispered, as she wiped the blood from her cheeks. “I wanted to rip his head off and cover myself in his blood.” She looked at Micheal… “How do you stand it?” She whispered.<br><br>“So I need to be locked up in this room for 6 months?” She whispered, looking up at him she closed her eyes. “Can I not go out?” She whispered, her fingers running over his hand softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 07:07:54</strong>
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				Once James had left, he notice her relax substantially.&nbsp; "Your welcome," he whispered kissing her on the neck.&nbsp; As for my dresser, don't worry about it.&nbsp; Furniture can be repaired or replace if needed."&nbsp; He was sympathetic to her feelings.&nbsp; He knew how hard it was for a new vampire to control it&nbsp; "It may seem like a cliche, but it all a matter of practice.&nbsp; The more you are around it, the more desensitised to it."&nbsp; Gently he began massaging her shoulders.&nbsp; "You did really well you know." <br><br>He stood their while she continued to voice her concerns.&nbsp; "No not locked up, keeping you away from the smell won't help you," Michael said.&nbsp; "What you need is controlled exposure."&nbsp; He wouldn't let her do anything that she would regret.&nbsp; "However I think visiting the club would not be a good idea, to many concentrated human.&nbsp; "What you need is some fresh air to help mix the scents better for you."&nbsp; He would take her out and let her get use to things in a less confining enviroment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 20:01:00</strong>
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				She sighed as he kissed her neck, “I know its just practice.” She whispered, “Maybe I shouldn’t have come out when James was here,” she sighed, “but I did it.” She smiled as he started to massage her shoulders. “Thank you.” She smiled, “I could only do it because you were here.” She whispered.<br><br>“So long as you’re with me, I will try hard not to just attack someone, smiling slightly she ran her fingers through her hair. Biting her lip she looked up at him sighing slightly. “Well I can’t go outside until I get some clothes, maybe I can get some more things from my house…will I try to kill my cat?” She frowned looking up at him.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 01:41:54</strong>
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				He was very proud of her, she had done what few new vampires could.&nbsp; "You'll pick it up in time," he said reassuringly.&nbsp; "and as you said earlier you did it."&nbsp; Kissing her on the neck he smiled at her proudly.&nbsp; She was doing so well.<br><br>A low chuckle escaped his lips as she said that she couldn't go out until she got some clothes.&nbsp; "You're right, the minute someone saw you, they'd fall in love and I'd be jealous, and I'd have to kill them.&nbsp; We don't really want that.&nbsp; As for you trying to kill your cat, the answer is no.&nbsp; The blood of animals doesn't really appeal to us, so your need not worry." <br><br>At that moment James knocked on the door, and spoke.&nbsp; "I have your things Fuchsia," he called.&nbsp; "I'll leave them outside the door for you."&nbsp; Michael knew he was just playing it safe.&nbsp; He didn't want to become Fuchsia meal.&nbsp; In time things would change and he would be as comfortable around her, as he was around Michael.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 02:10:14</strong>
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				She smiled at him. “I couldn’t have done it without you being here.” She smiled as he kissed her neck softly, running her fingers over his arms softly as they were wrapped round her. <br><br>“I don’t need anymore jealous men.” She sighed looking over at him. She remembered what she said about her cat…and then about how her cat was dead. Biting her lip she looked over at him, running her fingers through her hair. “My cat is gone.” She whispered, taking his hand she bit her lip, “Maybe we could get another one.” She whispered.<br><br>Hearing the knock she bit her lip, “I feel bad that he doesn’t want to be around me but I also feel like I want to kill him.” She sighed, “Eventually I can go back to the club…” She smiled, turning slightly she pressed her lips against his.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 23:11:03</strong>
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				He held her tightly as she told him that she couldn't have done it without him.&nbsp; "You give yourself to little credit sweet," he said holding onto her.&nbsp; "Though I might have been here, the impulse is a hard thing to ignore.&nbsp; You did it all by yourself."<br><br>She was probably right about not needing anymore jealous men and nodded.&nbsp; He would have to agree with her on that.&nbsp; "It was just a joke love, though in hindsight, one that was in poor taste."&nbsp; Kissing her softly on the neck he comforted.&nbsp; "If you wanted another cat, I'm sure we could get you another one.&nbsp; I know it won't be the same, but I know you'll care for it."<br><br>As the knock rang through the room he turned her around and looked at her.&nbsp; "It isn't that he doesn't want to be around you, he just knows how hard it is on you."&nbsp; He didn't want her to think is was anything personal.&nbsp; "When you are ready to be out with the other employee's you can go back to the club, I know its hard, but you will have to be patient a little while longer."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 03:54:14</strong>
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				“As he held onto her she smiled. “I know it was a joke.” She whispered, “eventually I’ll forget about him hopefully I will.” She smiled. “I’d like another one, he’d want me to have another cat.” She smiled looking up at him. “If you’re not allergic…do vampires get allergies?” <br><br>She heard the knock, she knew it wasn’t person but she didn’t like the idea that he was scared of her, or hated her in some way. Biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair. Pulling back she walked to the door, opening it she stepped outside, she could smell him but she forced herself not to follow him. <br><br>Slowly she reached down for her bag, her hands shaking as she picked it up. Walking inside she shut the door, taking a deep breath she smiled at him. “I think that, that calls for a celebration.” She smiled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 07:09:24</strong>
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				He was relieved that she had not been angered by his thoughtless choice of words, and he chuckled at her question.&nbsp; "No, beyond the need for blood, we are immune from disease, and allergies and things that afflict humans.&nbsp; As for getting another cat, we can certainly do that."&nbsp; He wanted her to be happy in her new life, and if a cat would help bring her happiness she would have a cat.<br><br>Silently he shadowed her, giving her space but staying close enough to ther to stop her if he needed to.&nbsp; There was no need in the end as she was able to pick up her things and bring them inside without going after her.&nbsp; He put a hand on her shaking body.&nbsp; "You did great love," Michael whispered into her ear.&nbsp; "I suppose I should have mentioned it before, but if helps if you don't breath."&nbsp; The truth was that Vampires could go with out air indefinately if they had to, it was just unconfortable not being able to smell, or talk much.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 02:15:57</strong>
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				She smiled at him, “Well that’s something.” She ran a hand through her hair, smiling at him she kissed him, “I’m glad that we can get a cat.” She smiled. She knew he was following her for her own safety. <br><br>Moving back into the room she smiled at him. “Oh I don’t have to breathe?” She frowned looking over at him, “you didn’t say I didn’t have to breathe.” She giggled looking up at him. Smiling she pressed herself against him. “Let’s have some fun,” She whispered looking up at him.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 07:42:38</strong>
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				Michael chuckled at her reaction to the information that she didn't have to breathe.&nbsp; Wrapping his arms around her he pulled her close to his body and reached up brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, I don't know why I didn't think of it earlier, it would have made Jame's presense easier to deal with,"&nbsp; he said as he kissed her deeply and passionately.&nbsp; "Even at that though, as I mentioned it become an annoyance after a time not being able to talk, or smell."<br><br>Control would eventually come to her, and he would help her as much as was possible.&nbsp; He kissed her again as she giggled, it was music to his ears, as his hand roamed down her back to the bottom of her shirt lifting it up as his hands moved up her back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 03:43:40</strong>
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				She smiled feeling his arms around her giggling she pressed herself against him. “I don’t know why either.” She grinned as she looked up at him. “You realise you turned me and we’ve never been to bed yet.” She giggled… “Maybe we should rectify that?” <br><br>She smiled as she felt his hand roaming over her back trying to get her naked. Pulling back she took the towel off letting it fall to the floor… “Was this what you wanted?” She bit her lip as she looked at him.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 23:29:41</strong>
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				He chuckled at her, as she spoke about him turning her and never taking her to bed.&nbsp; She was absolutely the most intoxicating woman he had ever been around.&nbsp; "Perhaps we should at that," he said chuckling as she dropped her towel to the floor.&nbsp; Before that moment, she hadn't realized just how intoxicatingly beautiful she was.&nbsp; "I would have gotten there eventually." a grin split his face as he leaned in to kiss her his hands playing up and down her back.<br><br>He would wait a little longer, give her the pleasure of removing his clothes if she wanted and then he would do it himself if she didn't.&nbsp; It was amazing this happiness he felt.&nbsp; It had been so long since he had felt anything so potent, or desireable.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 20:26:56</strong>
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				She looked up at him, her fingers running through her hair, kissing him softly she felt his hands running over his chest softly. “I love you.” She smiled as she kissed him back deeply, giggling she bit his lip softly nibbling on softly “Hmmmm”.<br><br>She smiled as she unfastened his shirt pulling it over his head, giggling she kissed him deeply her fingers digging into his chest. “Hmmmmm.” She giggled as she looked up at him. “I love you.” She whispered her fingers running through her hair. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 05:01:59</strong>
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				Michael smiled as he felt her hands running over his chest.&nbsp; It was such an amazing feeling in the world to be with her.&nbsp; It had been so long since he had loved anyone like her.&nbsp; "I love you so much," Micheal whispered kissing her.&nbsp; "In all my countless years of life, I have never been so happy as I am with you," he said holding her close cuddling with her.<br><br>"Mmmmmm, that feels so wonderful," he said as his hand played up and down her back.&nbsp; Taking her hand in his, he guided her hands down to the waist band of his pants, a thrill of excitement rushing through him, as he slide her fingers beneath his waist band.&nbsp; He wanted so badly for her to remove his pants.&nbsp; To make love with with her this very moment.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 23:34:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she looked at him. “I love you.” She kissed him back deeply pressing herself against him, giggling she felt his hands running over her naked body. “Hmmmm.” She giggled looking up into his eyes. <br><br>She smiled as she unfastened his pants pushing them down, she giggled. “Take me.” She grinned as she pushed back against him. “I want you right now.” She whispered her fingers running through her hair. Kissing him deeply she pressed her body against him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 23:53:49</strong>
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				He smiled at her as he felt her naked body pressed against his.&nbsp; She was so perfect, and he absolutely loved the way her body felt against his.&nbsp; He wanted her so very badly, and he was getting very hard already.&nbsp; His manhood unfolding as she undid his pants and slid them down.<br><br>Looking deep into her eyes, with desire he nodded at her as she asked him to take her.&nbsp; His heart seemed to pulse, as he slowly adjusted their position.&nbsp; Taking his cock in his hand to guide it to her womanhood, he pressed the head of his manhood against her and slowly moved inside of her, letting out a moan of pleasure as he felt her tighten around him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 01:31:12</strong>
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				Smiling she ran her hand over his cock stroking softly, “Ohhh.” She whispered biting her lip she ran her fingers through his hair. Pressing herself against him she looked up unto his eyes. Laying back on the bed she giggled softly, “I want you.” She whispered.<br><br>Pressing herself against him felt him pressing his head of his cock pressing against pussy, biting her lip she moaned softly. As he pushed inside her, she arched her back as he slowly stretched her tight wet cunt. “Oh fuck.” She whispered, looking into his eyes she pushed back against him harder.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 21:54:34</strong>
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				It had been such a long time since he had felt anything so wonderful.&nbsp; He was no stranger to making making love with beautiful women, he had dated many over the course of a millenia, and yet it felt deeply significant to him to be making love with Fuchsia.&nbsp; It felt so good to feel her wrapped around him pulling him deeper and deeper in.&nbsp; "Oh, yes, that feels so amazing," he said as he leaned into her his hand moving up to her chest, as he kissed her his hips rotating, pistoning in an every increasing rhythm as je felt her growing wet around him.<br><br>"Oh fuck," he moaned as he felt her push back against him drawing him in deeper, her walls clenching tighter around him milking him, making him grow larger.&nbsp; "I want you so bad," he whispered to her, his hands finding hers.&nbsp; He needed her so very badly.<br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 01:10:05</strong>
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				Biting her lips she smiled at him. “Oh Michael.” She whispered kissing him back deeply as he pushed himself deep inside her, stretching her tight wet cunt. Looking up into his eyes she kissed him deeply. She had never felt anything like this, she wasn’t sure if it was her sudden change but everything felt so amazing to her now, she wanted to believe that it was her feelings towards him that had caused her so much pleasure.<br><br>Arching her back she moaned hard in pleasure loving the way he felt thrusting deeper and harder inside her. “Well you have me.” She whispered kissing him deeply.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 22:10:54</strong>
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				He loved the way she was was making him feel.&nbsp; It was amazing just how good this felt.&nbsp; The way her walls wrapped around him, the way her kisses tasted.&nbsp; He knew that she felt the same thing.&nbsp; He could see it in her eyes, in the way she moaned.&nbsp; &nbsp; He wanted to make her his in every way possible.&nbsp; <br><br>Slowly he started to move faster, faster than was possible for a regular human.&nbsp; He wanted to give her more pleasure than she had ever known.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 00:23:02</strong>
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				She smiled looking up at him, kissing his lips deeply, pressing herself against him she ran her fingers through his hair. “I love you.” She smiled, closing here yes she felt him thrusting deeper and harder inside her. <br><br>Arching her back she pushed back against him moaning in pleasure at the feel of his cock stretching her tight wet cunt. “Oh God this is so amazing.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 07:55:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her smile was so very beautiful, and her kisses we're amazing like fireworks on the fourth of july.&nbsp; If his still heart could beat, it would be pounding faster than a jack hammer, as he pistoned himself every deeper into her tight cunt.&nbsp; His breathing was getting very raggad and harsh, as he moaned.&nbsp; "Yes.... oh fuck yes."&nbsp; It was so wonderful better than anything he could remember.&nbsp; "I love you too." his voice was breathless as he felt himself getting bigger inside her. He was so close to reaching his climax, and he was sure she was getting close to.<br><br>Despite that he knew that they could go on very a very long time.&nbsp; Fatigue was much less of a factor for an immortal than it was for a human.&nbsp; For the most part blood was the answer to satisfy ones fatigue.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 01:51:42</strong>
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				Arching her back she felt him thrusting deep inside her tight went cunt. “Oh God.” She whispered loving the way he felt thrusting deep inside her, gasping and moaning she pushed back against him. “Oh God.” She whimpered, as her hips met his pushing deep inside her. She was so close to cumming she hoped that he was as well, each thrust was bringing her closer and closer.<br><br>She hadn’t cum for a while; she knew that this was going to be intense, arching her back she moaned hard in pleasure. “I can’t take much more.” She whimpered feeling herself cumming hard in pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 06:39:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It had been so long since he'd had sex like this.&nbsp; It felt absolutely amazing to be wrapped inside her.&nbsp; The feel her walls clenching around him was just amazing.&nbsp; "Oh god," he moaned, as he felt himself growing large and close to cumming himself.&nbsp; Each thrust brining him closer to climax.<br><br>"Oh Fuschia," he said his hands gripping hers.&nbsp; He wanted them to cum together,&nbsp; he knew that the explosion would be incredible.&nbsp; "Are you ready?" his voice barely a whisper on the air.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 03:44:20</strong>
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				Arching her back she felt him thrusting deeper and harder inside her, her body shaking “Oh God.” She whimpered, biting her lip she dug her nails into his shoulders loving the feel of him thrusting deep inside her. <br><br>“Oh God. I can’t stand much more.” She whimpered almost screaming in pleasure as she came hard over his thick hard cock, her pussy clamping down harder then they both imagined possible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 03:10:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael bit his lower lip as he felt her nails dig into his shoulders.&nbsp; He loved the way it felt very much, and it spurred him on to move faster, and penetrating as deeply into her as was possible.&nbsp; He wanted to blow her mind with pleasure and desire.&nbsp; He could tell she was close to simply screaming out.&nbsp; "Oh fuck, of Fuschia, Fuschia," he moaned as he leaned forward and kissed her deeply gently biting her lower lip.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally in an explosion to rival that of the fourth of july, as he reached violent and mangnificent orgasm as he cum deep inside her, his hands gripping hers.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 23:19:04</strong>
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				Closing her eyes she moaned harder in pleasure her body shaking as she felt him thrusting deeper and harder inside her. Her body was close to exploding, but her body couldn’t handle as much as he could. Arching her back she felt him thrusting hard.<br><br>“Oh God.” She screamed hard cumming hard in pleasure, as he came inside her as well biting her lip she whimper moaning hard. “Oh fuck.” She screamed as he came hard.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 04:30:40</strong>
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				His body was trembly as he came hard inside her.&nbsp; He was breathing heavily gently nibbling her lower lip.&nbsp; The rush of cum seemed to pulse continuously into her pussy, as he leaned into her his body resting softly on her breathing cooly on her body.&nbsp; "I love you," he whispered his finger running down her arm.<br><br>As he lay there he wanted nothing more than to stay in this postion forever.&nbsp; He knew that was impractical.&nbsp; They would both need to eat at some point, or drink at the very least.&nbsp; "That was absolutely amazing. You are absolutely amazing."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 01:25:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled her fingers running through her hair, her body starting to relax as they both came hard. “I love you too.” She whispered pressing herself against him she ran her fingers through. Lying with him she moaned softly as she pressed herself against him.<br><br>“You are amazing.” She whispered pressing herself against him she smiled warmly at him. Looking into his eyes she smiled softly. “I’m suddenly hungry.” She whispered, looking up at him frowning. “What do I do? I can’t just grab the nearest human.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 02:20:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hunger was a common occurance after sex.&nbsp; The truth was he himself was hungry as well.&nbsp; "No that wouldn't be a good thing," he said smiling slightly.&nbsp; "I shall get you a nice drink for us both."&nbsp; Rising to his feet, he crossed to the bar and prepared two glasses of bright red blood and then returned to Fuschia and held one out to her, as he lay back down.<br><br>"Drink this love, it will make you feel better," he said looking over at her glistening body.&nbsp; She was so beautiful, and he felt so lucky to have her.&nbsp; He had been alone for so long without a true companion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 02:59:36</strong>
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				She smiled at him, “Especially how good I’ve been…with not killing everyone.” She bit her lip as he got to his feet heading to the bar pouring them both a drink. She smiled at him. Taking the glass from him as he lay down she gave him a quick kiss.<br><br>“Alright.” She took a sip, it was awful but it was making her feel less hungry. “Did you put cranberries in this?” She frowned looking over at him, she hated cranberries, but he wasn’t to know. “Can I ask you something? How come you never tried to drink from me when I was working with you?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 22:55:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckle at how candidly she was talking about it.&nbsp; It was true that she had been good about not killing anyone yet.&nbsp; True the only person who might have been at risk from her as of yet had been James, but she had at least refrained from killing him which was something at least.&nbsp; He smiled at her as she kissed him.&nbsp; <br><br>He watched her as she took a sip from the glass watching her reaction.&nbsp; It was clear that she didn't like it much, but he didn't guess the reason why was the cranberries.&nbsp; "Yes, the cranberries help to circulate the blood through the system faster and increase the effective distribution of the blood through your system.&nbsp; I also hoped it would mask the flavor of the blood some.&nbsp; "As for why I never tried to drink from you.&nbsp; Its simple really.&nbsp; It would have been as good as telling you my secret, and I didn't want to lose you as an employee.&nbsp; You are very good."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 22:20:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him, she was candid because it was the only way she could cope with what had happened to her, it didn’t feel real. Looking over at him before he kissed her. <br><br>“I guess if I must endure it.” She sighed, “I do hope that I can still eat and drink normal food.” She smiled looking up at him. “Oh I did wonder…but then you never really came near me, I figured that you didn’t like me.” She bit her lip looking up at him, “I’m glad that I was wrong.” She smiled pulling him back into bed.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 07:24:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at the brave face she was putting on.&nbsp; He could tell that she didn't reall enjoy the taste of blood.&nbsp; "You can eat, and drink anything you like love," he said.... at that moment there was a knock on the door.&nbsp; "Speaking of which I believe our Chinese is here."&nbsp; Grinning at her, he strode over to the door and opened it a crack hoping that Fuschia wouldn't get too much of a whiff of his scent.&nbsp; He paid the oriental delivery driver a twenty and told him to keep the change, as she pulled the food in and closed the door.<br><br>"Dinner is served my dear," he smiled at her as he returned with boxes of vegetable fried rice, sweet and sour chicken, among other things.&nbsp; "I hope you like it, I got a large selection to choose from.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 02:38:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him, running her fingers through her hair. She was about to speak to him, when there was a knock at the door. He took the food, she noticed that he didn’t open the door wide for fear that she would go into a frenzy and attach someone. Sighing she said nothing but just smiled as he brought the dinner.<br><br>She smiled, “I’m sure I will find something to eat.” Running her fingers through her hair, he set the food out; she started to try a bit of everything, picking up different things to eat. “Thank you.” She smiled looking over at him.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 07:08:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His favorite chinese dish was the Sweet and sour Chicken, followed closely by he seasame Chicken&nbsp; to compliment his rice, and other choices.&nbsp; He watched her out of the corner of his eyes, as she took a little of everything.&nbsp; He smiled to himself, he just couldn't take his eyes off her.&nbsp; It had nothing to do to with making sure that she didn't do anything that she would regret either.&nbsp; She was just so amazing.&nbsp; <br><br>"Why don't we go out tonight after we finish our chinese?" he said to her in the mood for some fun.&nbsp; "We won't go far, but it would be good for us to get out and get some fresh air.&nbsp; There is so much to this life that is great, and I can't wait for you to experience it."&nbsp; In a way it felt like he was seeing things through her eyes.&nbsp; New eyes that had not been tainted, and if he could help it would not be tainted by the darker side of this life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 00:23:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled warmly at him, running her fingers through her hair. “Hmmm everything tastes so much nicer.” She carried on eating enjoying everything that she was eating. “Hmmmm.” She smiled softly, “Go off?” She smiled looking over at him, “Is that a good thing?” She ran her fingers through her hair. <br><br>“Will you stay with me and hold my hand?” Giggling she looked over at him, leaning over she kissed his lips softly. “Let’s finish our dinner first.” She smiled as she kept eating until her plate was clean, “We can’t go outside in the light can we?” She bit her lip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 03:42:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her, and they carried on eating the chinese food.&nbsp; It was one of his favorite types of food.&nbsp; He had even visited the main land once long ago.&nbsp; To his mild disappointment the food there did not compare to the stuff you could get here in america.&nbsp; It was as though the culinary arts had diverged into something wholly different.<br><br>"Of course I'll stay with you, if that is you're desire," Micheal wrapping his arm around her.&nbsp; She was right, that they would have to wait till the sun was down to leave the club.&nbsp; Even the tracest amount of sun could wreak havok on a vampire.&nbsp; The UV rays in particular.&nbsp; "I wouldn't leave you alone on your first night in this new life.&nbsp; That would be inexcuseable on my part, not to mention that I would miss you too much."&nbsp; He deepened the kiss pulling her close to him.&nbsp; <br><br>Letting her go they returned to their dinner, this time Micheal attacked the Mushroom Chicken.&nbsp; It was one of his favorites, and the resteraunt he had called always provided the best portions of each ingredient.&nbsp; "Which one do you like best so far?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 01:59:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him, as she kept eating, it was strange she could taste it all more, smiling she ran her fingers through her hair. Looking up at him she felt like her life had changed suddenly, was she ready? She didn’t have much of a choice. <br><br>Looking up at him she ran her fingers through, “I do I don’t want to go out by myself, you can help me if I want to bite someone.” She smiled looking at him, running her hand over his cheek as she pulled her close to him kissing his lips deeply. “Hmmm.” She sighed closing her eyes.<br><br>He let her go, she smiled and carried on eating. “Well I don’t like that one.” She pointed to the mushroom chicken…I hate mushrooms.” She sighed pouting slightly, "I'll have the chili beef." She smiled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 05:45:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could tell from the tension that she was worried.&nbsp; &nbsp; She wanted so much to be good, to not be a killer.&nbsp; The transition into this life was never easy, though she was doing better than any he had ever seen before, though she was the first he had ever created.&nbsp; He wondered if her control had anything to do with her chosing this, or if there was another factor.<br><br>Placing his hand ontop of hers, he looked into her eyes.&nbsp; "I'll be with you every step of the way," he assured her reaching up to her face tracing a path along her cheek bone, gently caressing her chin. <br><br>A smile twisted at his lips as she complained about the mushrooms.&nbsp; Very few people that he knew anyway, liked them.&nbsp; It seemed that they we're a delicacy only he could truly appreciate.&nbsp; &nbsp;Reaching out to the box with the Chili beef, he passed it over to him before emptying the rest of the mushroom chicken onto his plate.<br><br>"How are you feeling right now?" he asked her.&nbsp; "It been so long since this life was new for me, and I want you to be comfortable."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 02:22:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him “That’s all I wanted to know.” She bit her lip slightly looking up at him. He touched her cheek and passed her the beef, she smiled. “I’m feeling better…not so hungry.” She smiled.<br><br>“Tell me about you…I mean before you became a vampire…you must have had a life before then.” She smiled looking up at him, “Where you happy or where you sad?” She smiled looking into his eyes.<br><br>She kept eating, before reaching over to take his hand. “Really, we’ve only just met, I don’t know that much about you.” She smiled looking into his eyes.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 01:02:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Human food didn't really do much for vampires.&nbsp; It was simply a pleasure to enjoy it.&nbsp; He smiled at her as she told him that she was feeling better.&nbsp; <br><br>"My life before becoming a vampire?" he said looking at her.&nbsp; It was not a subject he spoke about very often.&nbsp; He had only told one or two people before about his life.&nbsp; "Well I grew up the son of a wealthy land baron.&nbsp; I was the jewel of my parents eyes.&nbsp; The first born, I always got everything I was wanting."&nbsp; A grin flitted across his face.&nbsp; "I was very spoiled."&nbsp; he chuckled.&nbsp; He hadn't really changed very much.&nbsp; He still got just about everything he wanted.<br><br>He squeezed her hand looking back into her eyes.&nbsp; "Would you like to hear more?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the  Blue Moon (AT / Jarod1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 04:09:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she listened to him, “Oh so not much as changed.” She giggled as she looked over at him, “I can tell that you are very spoilt.” She giggled before kissing his lips softly.<br><br>“Go on. I’d love to hear more.” She smiled looking over at him, “I really want to get to know you better.” She ran a hand through her hair she looked into his eyes. Leaning in she kissed his lips softly.<br>
			</dd>
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