Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana & Lady Annabelle)
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				Title: <strong>Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 21:45:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.millionface.com/l/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/nicole-kidman-transsexual_2.jpg)</div> (http://blogs.coventrytelegraph.net/passtheremote/Nicole_Kidman.jpg)<br><br>It was a pretty normal Friday night for Pamela Nichols.&nbsp; Curled up on her love seat in her downtown loft, Pamela sipped a glass of red wine as she continued to read intensely in her new book.&nbsp; The busy streets of the city bustled underneath her, but she was a million miles away and centuries in the past as she read a lovely tale of a knight and his princess.&nbsp; Peering behind her delicate frames, one hand would turn a page while the other constantly rubbed her loving companion.&nbsp; Yes, the only sound in the loft was that of her love which was a small purring sound that emanated from a small calico cat named Princess.&nbsp; <br><br>Life wasn't always so solitary for the elegant woman as she used to have a life that she always dreamed of having.&nbsp; Pamela had married her high school sweetheart, Thomas, many years ago.&nbsp; They were the image of love that had lasted and a prime example that their was still good in the world.&nbsp; Pamela had finally achieved her dream and was ready to experience her storybook ending.&nbsp; However, like most fantasies, hers had an ending.<br><br>Thomas was a family man.&nbsp; He desperately wanted children and Pamela was ready to give him one.&nbsp; It was a dream they both shared since they were young.&nbsp; It was in this loft when that dream became a nightmare.&nbsp; At first, they were optimistic about their chances, but that soon began to wane as the weeks turned to months.&nbsp; The doctors couldn't figure out why Pamela couldn't get pregnant.&nbsp; It was baffling and disheartening at the same time.&nbsp; Slowly, Pamela grew more depressed and Thomas grew more distant.&nbsp; The final straw was the miscarriage.&nbsp; It was their hope that was living inside of her for 5 months.&nbsp; Then, one day, it was gone.&nbsp; And in a few short weeks, so was Thomas.&nbsp; He ran right into the arms of his secretary, leaving Pamela alone and shattered.<br><br>Pamela's heart died that day.&nbsp; Looking around the loft, his ghost still haunted the halls.&nbsp; Pictures of their wedding were still hung on the wall.&nbsp; She still slept in their large bed.&nbsp; Even the beginning of a child's room had been left untouched.&nbsp; Like a ghost or a mourner, Pamela continued her life unaware to the world around her.&nbsp; Still, she held out hope for any shred of faith left in her world.&nbsp; She knew he would come back to her.&nbsp; Even as the days counted down and she grew farther into her 30's, she knew that he wouldn't forget.<br><br><strong>RING!</strong><br><br>Shaking from her reverie, Pamela put down her book and picked up the phone.&nbsp; She smiled when the ID said that it was 'Barbara'.&nbsp; She was her best friend since college and one that always looked after her.&nbsp; In fact, since the divorce, it became apparent that Barbara was watching over her best friend and making sure that she still continued her life.<br><br>"Hello Barbara."<br><em>"Pamela, why are you home on a Friday night?&nbsp; You need to go out and live life!"</em><br>"Oh, I just felt like having a quiet evening alone with Princess."<br><br>Pause.&nbsp; They both knew what was next.&nbsp; It happened during every conversation and Barbara waited on bated breath for the question.<br><br>"Have you heard from Thomas lately?"<br><br>Barbara audibly sighed on the other end of the phone.&nbsp; This masquerade was getting old.&nbsp; She had been friends with both of them and was now the bridge for Pamela.&nbsp; She had to move on and a part of her wished that her news would alter Pamela to understand her point.<br><br><em>"Yes, I talked to him today.&nbsp; He called and said that Jacqueline is pregnant with a girl.&nbsp; Also, his son said his first word the other day.&nbsp; Pamela, he's not coming back.&nbsp; I'm sorry."</em><br><br>Looking down at her sweat pants, Pamela let a small tear slide down her cheek at Barbara's news.&nbsp; She knew this, yet she always asked.&nbsp; She wanted to know the answer, but yet she didn't.&nbsp; Nodding to herself, she became quiet as she understood that Barbara was right.&nbsp; She had to move on.<br><br><em>"Listen, my hubby is taking the kids tomorrow.&nbsp; We are going out, just the two of us.&nbsp; I have a surprise that you will love.&nbsp; Trust me."</em><br><br><hr><br>Later that night, Pamela began turning the lights off in her loft.&nbsp; Reaching her bedroom, she looked at a framed picture of her wedding day to Thomas.&nbsp; Wistfully, she sighed once more and put it face down on her dresser for the first time in her life.&nbsp; Maybe it was time to move on...<br><br>...But, how could you when you do not possess a beating heart?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WyldRanger</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 17:25:18</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Leatherjacket.jpg)<br><br><br>Making his way carefully through the deserted streets of the city where he currently found himself, Dylan Luxley was sure not to step in any of the fresh puddles that seemed to sprout up quickly while he had been enjoying his time within the confines of the dark club. Once again, his night was fruitless. He had come to the club this night searching, hoping and looking for the perfect situation but he was coming to realize just how difficult his task was quickly becoming.<br><br>Wiping a hand across his brow, fingers removing stray droplets of water that dripped from the streetlights after the night's thunderstorm, he reflexively blinked his dark brown (almost black) eyes. Upon opening them, he sighed and continued to make his way through the dark alley on his way home.<br><br>His was a lonely existence now for far too long, and his nightly ranging now consisted not only of hunting and feeding, but searching for a woman with whom to turn and spend the rest of his vampiric existence. While he appeared on the surface to be a rather attractive twenty-something Caucasian male with a penchant for black leather jackets and jeans that complimented his dark eyes and hair, inside he was far, far more than appearances would have you believe.<br><br>Beginning his life's story, one would have to traverse many centuries into the past. Growing up in a small village outside Paris, with a name and family that he no longer remembers, he was sired by his vampiric master during the French revolution of the late eighteenth century. While his sensibilities have remained quite chivalrous and definitely eighteenth century he has been able to hide in plain sight with the help of his sired coven (led by Archimedes) with whom he now is in conflict. All because of his quest to find the perfect mate to spend eternity.<br><br>Having been shunned from his sired coven five years previously, he has since scoured the continent looking for any possible mates that he could charm and win their hearts. All that he has found during his searches, however have been one night stands that were so annoying that he ended them by either never seeing them again or using them to satiate his hunger. Having moved to the states promptly afterward and changing his name and identity, Dylan was looking for more than just someone to have fun with, but rather someone to seduce into his lifestyle.<br><br>Walking along the road towards his apartment in the rain that was starting to fall once again, huddled up in his dark jacket he stopped in front of a poster board that showed upcoming shows and attractions that would coming to his new city. That was when he noticed that a low key band named Toad the Wet Sprocket was playing the next night. Maybe that would be the place to find someone, he mused and hurried to his apartment to ready himself for the next night's activities.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 21:57:16</strong>
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				So far, the night had been going rather well for Pamela.&nbsp; Meeting Barbara in the city, she brought the suburban housewife to one of the her favorite restaurants that was rather posh in taste.&nbsp; Barbara hardly got away from her home and it was nice to eat something else besides reheated spaghetti.&nbsp; It was the task of each other to have them forget about the trappings of their life.&nbsp; Pamela did her best to take Barbara away and forget about her husband and children while Barbara refused to mention Thomas or Pamela's former life.&nbsp; It was just two friends going out for dinner and that is all there was to have.<br><br>At first, their was some awkward silences as Pamela slowly grew to assimilate herself back in the public eye.&nbsp; Barbara was the only person she associated with outside of work.&nbsp; Most of her days and nights were spent in the office or treating her clients to the best of her ability.&nbsp; It was nice to go out with just a friend and have no preconceived notions.&nbsp; It felt nice to be...human again.<br><br>After spending too many hours in front of her closet, Pamela had finally selected an outfit for the evening.&nbsp; She was deftly afraid of her body of how she would look, so she chose something rather conservative with her red dress. (http://blog.juliaallison.com/Images/First%20Date%20Fashion%203%20-%20Little%20Red%20Dress%20-%20Julia%20Allison.jpg)&nbsp; Tying the sash in front of her and slipping on a pair of matching peep toe heels, she grabbed her clutch purse and felt she was ready.&nbsp; Her red shimmering lips matched the color of her dress as her blond curls cascaded down her back and framed her face.&nbsp; Using some of her makeup to hide her wrinkles or any other age marks on her body, Pamela let out a small unsatisfied sigh and moved away from the mirror.<br><br>As the two friends walked on the sidewalk after the meal, Pamela wondered where exactly they were going.&nbsp; Her loft was in the other direction, but Barbara insisted that Pamela follow her.&nbsp; Mentioning that this was her surprise, Pamela was a bit surprised when they began to approach a rather small club.<br><br>"Barbara, I really don't think I'm ready for this.&nbsp; Can't we just head for home?"<br><em>"Pammie, trust me.&nbsp; You don't have to meet anybody here as this is just a night for us.&nbsp; I brought you here because I believe you will remember who you were....before all of this..."</em><br><br>It was the first time that it was mentioned the entire evening and it made her blood run cold.&nbsp; Sighing, she followed the small red headed woman into the club when she noticed a small poster on the wall.<br><br>"Toad The Wet Sprocket?&nbsp; Wait, they broke up years ago...."<br><em>"See what happens when you live under a rock for so many years..."</em><br><br>Toad was a band that Pamela loved in High School.&nbsp; She grew up with their music and it touched her heart in ways that she could not imagine.&nbsp; Thomas enjoyed them, but Pamela was a die hard fan.&nbsp; And they were here?&nbsp; Tonight??&nbsp; Looking around the club in disbelief, she watched the mixed crowd slowly make their way inside the doors as the stage was beginning to be set up for the band.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WyldRanger</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 19:37:28</strong>
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				The following day went quickly for Dylan. Of course, a lot of that had to do with the fact that he slept (or what would best be described as sleep) throughout the entire daylight hours. It wasn’t that he couldn’t walk around in the sunlight, though. When he departed his sired coven those years back, he took something that he probably shouldn’t have taken. Slipping out of his bed, he slipped on the ring that had the power to keep him from burning in the sun’s rays. It was a powerful item, that he had only begun to explore the uses.<br><br>As he dressed in his trademark dark clothes and leather jacket, he decided tonight called for something a little different. Picking up a felt fedora from the hat rack that he kept next to the door, he smirked and placed it confidently upon his head.<br><br>Running a hand along the brim, he smiled to himself and prepared to make his way out to the hunting grounds of the club where he would be assured of getting in. His long life span had multiple benefits. Not the least of which was the ability to talk his way into any venue of his choosing. And it worked perfectly here as well as he slipped into the club just as the opening act began to play.<br><br>He looked out across the relatively small stage and noticed a small area off to the side where the floor was cleared in order to allow patrons to express themselves in dance should the mood strike them. As the lights began to dim for the band that would play before Toad, he found a seat and sat down. There was plenty of time to enjoy the night and seek out some friendly women, but right now he was going to enjoy a little bit of the music.<br><br>We Are Scientists - Rules Don’t Stop (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYupXPf9NZ4#ws)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 21:58:13</strong>
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				The two women went deeper into the club as they found an empty table near the back with high chairs that they both sat on.&nbsp; Pamela looked to the opening band as she had never heard of them in her life, but was soon disinterested in them as they began to sound like a cookie cutter indie band.&nbsp; Shaking her head, she tried to ignore the noise that came from the stage as she turned to her friend.&nbsp; Barbara had ordered two cocktails that were placed on the table in between the two ladies.&nbsp; Looking at the server, Pamela could not help feel that she was out of her league and completely out of her element.&nbsp; Tasting the drink, she finally asked Barbara about the band.<br><br>"So, when did they get back together?"<br><em>"Technically, I don't know if they did.&nbsp; All I know is that they preform a few shows a year.&nbsp; Glen is concentrating on his solo work and being a dad to his girls.&nbsp; It was a few months ago that I heard they were going to perform here and I had to surprise you with them..."</em><br>"Back in High School, they were my favorite band by far, but they just kind of disappeared after <em>Coil</em>.&nbsp; It'll be nice to see them again though..."<br><br>Listening to the opening band for a little while longer, Pamela became more interested in the people that occupied the club.&nbsp; Pamela hadn't been out in a social scene for so long that she forgot what it was like or even how she was supposed to act.&nbsp; The only times she went out with other people was because of her work when she had to entertain clients.&nbsp; Swallowing the mixture of fear and alcohol from her cocktail, Pamela's blue eyes moved from patron to patron.<br><br><em>"Do you see anybody you like?"</em><br>"BARB!&nbsp; Now is not the time for that.&nbsp; Plus, I could be the mother of some of these kids."<br><em>"You better not say that because I am a mother and I am not that old."</em><br>"Fine, but I feel a little over dressed.&nbsp; I didn't know jeans with holes in them and tiny tee shirts were the uniform for this place."<br><em>"It's not my fault you have posh tastes.&nbsp; Now, if you sit here all night, I might have to leave you because I want to do some dancing."</em><br><br>Pamela's redheaded companion was already bouncing in her chair to the music being played.&nbsp; A half smile left Pamela's lips as she sometimes wished to be that free.&nbsp; Shaking her head, she tried her best just to enjoy herself tonight even though it became increasingly difficult.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WyldRanger</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 05:36:00</strong>
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				The opening act was....interesting...and a little silly, but he still enjoyed them for what they were: an opportunity to allow his dark gaze to drink in the scenery. A lot of the audience was a little older than his usual fare, as the band seemed to be drawing out those that listened to them as teenagers and early college aged back about ten-fifteen years ago. The club had a center stage with a area set off to the left of the band where the patrons could dance should the mood strike them, though no one had yet taken it upon themselves to be the first ones out there. Back behind the front portion of seats was a raised area where people were sitting, and drinking as they waited for the main attraction to come onto the stage.<br><br>Deciding that he was in the mood to socialize a bit, Dylan rose from his seat and wandered back to the bar. During his adventures, he knew that most of the available women would be around the bar, but some would be with friends and just out to enjoy the evening.<br><br>A couple of women drew his attention as he approached the bar in the back of the club. One was a very energetic young crimson haired woman that seemed to be enjoying the opening act a little more than her blonde companion. He found his way towards them, but just a little away from them along the bar, and ordered himself a Guinness while he continued to keep his eye on the blonde. She was quite attractive, but it seemed like she wasn't completely comfortable yet. Maybe it had been awhile for her to be out on the town, but it was quite obvious to the older vampire that she wasn't quite feeling as comfortable in the public scene tonight as much as her companion.<br><br>The lights began to dim and the crowd started to cheer as the opening act finished up their set and they awaited the appearance of Toad.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 20:15:59</strong>
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				As the opening band finished up their set, Pamela and Barbara each ordered another drink as they listened to the music.&nbsp; As the songs began to wind down, Pamela looked down at her hand in the dark light.&nbsp; Her ring finger still had a small pale line around it where her engagement and wedding ring used to have a home.&nbsp; It was a few days ago that she finally took them off of her finger.&nbsp; She couldn't look at them any longer and she knew that her friend was right.&nbsp; It was time to move on, but it was just so damn difficult.&nbsp; All she knew of love was from Thomas.&nbsp; She was so lost at trying to figure out what to do or even how to start dating again.&nbsp; She was much too old to start this again and she began to wonder if she would spend the rest of her days with her Princess.<br><br>The band finished up their set as the lights turned back on.&nbsp; Barbara had finally finished dancing in her chair as she turned to see her friend looking at her finger.&nbsp; Sighing to herself, she looked sympathetically at her as she wished that she could make the pain go away.<br><br><em>"Pamela..."</em><br>"Barb, I know.&nbsp; It's just hard.&nbsp; I know that you are right.&nbsp; I know that it is time.&nbsp; I just don't know where to start..."<br><em>"All you have to do is bring yourself out there.&nbsp; You are a beautiful woman and a lovely person.&nbsp; Any man would love to spend a second with you.&nbsp; Trust me..."</em><br>"Barb..."<br><em>"No.&nbsp; You can have anybody that you want.&nbsp; And I don't want to see you moping around.&nbsp; This is my time to have fun and I am going to enjoy it.&nbsp; So, I am going to head off and then do some dancing.&nbsp; You better enjoy yourself..."</em><br><br>Barbara knew that she had to leave Pamela alone for a little while tonight.&nbsp; So, with a quick trip to the Ladies Room and then some dancing while the band played, she hoped that her friend would at least notice the people around her.&nbsp; One look back at her as she sat nervously and uncomfortably while clutching her cocktail meant that she was not going to be the life of the party anytime soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WyldRanger</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 22:42:10</strong>
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				As he sat not far from the ladies that he had come to fixate upon, he was able to catch a few words being exchanged between them and began to understand what had drawn them here. Not only were they fans of the headline act, but the one energetic redhead was helping to get the blonde one out of her easily noticed funk and into the event scene again after a heartbreaking breakup that was still troubling her.<br><br>As soon as the beautiful crimson haired companion made her escape, Dylan decided now would be the time to make his move.<br><br>Yet something stayed his hand, and he continued to watch her reactions. He could tell that she was not comfortable being here, so he decided that he was going to give her some form of comfort if he could. While undead, he technically did not have a heart, yet he still felt for this woman and wanted to make her feel better about herself. And what better way, then to make her immortal?<br><br>As he pondered his next action, the lights began to dim and the headlining band began to come onto the stage. The sounds of a guitar, bass and drums began to echo around the rather small venue and Dylan found that he immediately recognized this band from an event that he spent time at back in the early 1990’s, an event that took place in southern California when he was still under the sway of his sire.<br><br>The song brought back memories of a night where he first fed on his own without his sire around to take the freshest blood and he suddenly rose from his seat and sat in the seat emptied by the blonde woman’s companion. Turning to face her, he gave her a smile. “This is my favorite song by them, so glad they reunited.” He gauged her reaction by looking into her eyes as he was hopeful that his long search for a undead-life long companion was slowly coming to an end.<br><br><div align="center">Toad the Wet Sprocket - Something’s Always Wrong (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yp1ZGW9MdbI#)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 23:35:37</strong>
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				Pamela finished her cocktail as she made sure to get another one as quickly as possible.&nbsp; She needed anything take the edge off of her and help her relax in this evening full of nerves.&nbsp; Looking around the club, she began to notice all that she missed.&nbsp; She saw couples together and she noticed groups of friends talking amongst each other.&nbsp; Pamela slowly began to feel like an outsider as she desperately wanted to run away.&nbsp; She didn't belong here.&nbsp; She wanted to be home with her Princess.<br><br>Just as these thoughts entered her head, the lights dimmed and the band began to take the stage.&nbsp; Looking up, she could not believe her eyes as she watched the band of her youth take the stage in front of her.&nbsp; Suddenly, Pamela was back in high school once again.<br><br><div align="center"><em>Another day I call and never speak<br>And you would say nothing's changed at all<br>And I can't feel much hope for anything<br>If I won't be there to catch you when you fall</em></div><br>Swallowing the lump in her throat, Pamela tried to stop the emotions flowing from inside of her.&nbsp; These lyrics were always too painful to hear.&nbsp; This song perfectly described some of her many feelings towards her former husband and to hear it live only exemplified the powerful grip around her heart.&nbsp; That is why it took her so long to notice that somebody had sat in Barbara's seat.&nbsp; Looking towards him, she noticed a college aged boy sitting in her seat.&nbsp; Internally, she almost rolled her eyes at the thought of dealing with him.&nbsp; For now, she could always make nice with the innocent boy.<br><br>"Uh....yeah....mine too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WyldRanger</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 04:55:33</strong>
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				His youthful appearance was always something that he had to keep in mind to help relate his expectations to what he received in the form of attention from the people that he came across. While it was natural for him to act his age, experience and the fear of being caught for what he truly was before he wanted to expose his vampiric nature, made him research and act as close to a human as possible. He had been able to carry it off for quite some time and it always pleased him to see people react to what they saw as opposed to what he actually was underneath the surface.<br><br>At the strangely upbeat music seemed to contrasts with the almost depressing lyrics, Dylan noticed her reaction to his sitting down and internally smiled. This was going to be a challenge. How pleasant-it had been far too long since he'd had a good challenge and as the music continued he found himself drinking her appearance in as he was closer to pay attention to the little things. Like the incredible redness of her dress with contrasted wonderfully with her soft blond curls.<br><br>"Such a great band...sure brings back the memories," he stated flatly before turning completely to her and looking into her eyes, "Though, I'm surprised that you didn't join your friend on the dance floor."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 04:55:02</strong>
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				Pamela had absolutely no idea why the boy sat in Barabra's place, but she wished that he would leave so that she could sit down again.&nbsp; Tonight was her first night into the world and she had no interest in trying to meet somebody.&nbsp; She certainly had no interest in some boy who had an over exaggerated older woman fetish.&nbsp; How the hell could she relate to some boy who was at least a decade younger than she was?<br><br>Shifting in her seat and shaking her head as the blond curls fell about her face, Pamela tried to remember why she was here tonight.&nbsp; She wasn't here on business.&nbsp; She wasn't at home watching her television shows.&nbsp; She was here having fun with her old friend and she was supposed to be trying to get her feet wet.&nbsp; Maybe that is exactly what he could be to her.&nbsp; A first course as she awaited a better meal to come along that was more her type.&nbsp; This boy was obviously nothing but an appetizer.<br><br>"Me?&nbsp; Oh no, I don't dance.&nbsp; I'm the boring one between the two of us..."<br><br>Remember how to talk to the opposite sex in a social environment and appear as the cold woman all in one swoop.&nbsp; Seems like the perfect course of action for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WyldRanger</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 06:28:01</strong>
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				Dylan drank in her stunning appearance as the band continued to play and understood her resistance. When she looked at him, she undoubtedly saw a punk college kid who was hitting up someone that viewed her as vulnerable, yet challenging. Someone needing an older woman fix. She had no idea what lay beneath his appearance and he wanted to keep it that way---at least for the time being.<br><br>His patience was legendary, as the past few years had brought out, however he was going to wait forever while she played these games. He was going to move things along.<br><br>A smile remained on his face as he examined her beautiful features, the heavenly way her blond mane fell around her face. Despite her protestations to the contrary he knew she itched to meet someone, and what better person than him?<br><br>"I think if you found just the right person, you'd find the thrill and excitement awaiting you on the dance floor," he spoke softly, yet loudly enough for her to hear over the band playing on stage that he really had little interest in at the moment. All of his attention was fixed solely on this one woman.<br><br>"And don't say that you're the boring one, I suspect that hidden inside there is a woman just craving to have some excitement, and someone with whom to completely forget her troubles for one night."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 02:23:05</strong>
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				At the moment, Pamela was very happy that the band had taken the stage and were continuing through their set.&nbsp; After each song was finished, an uproarious applause ran out through the walls of the club that seemed to match the volume of their music.&nbsp; It was with this loud noise that Pamela was able to mask her true expression to his words.&nbsp; Before she had any control of her reaction, a loud laugh escaped from her red painted lips before she quickly covered them with her slender hand.&nbsp; Turning the loud laugh into a bewitching giggle, she controlled her emotions under the guise of the young man's eyes.<br><br>"Yeah...Right"&nbsp; Pamela's voice was tinged with her giggle but also had the extra spice of the rolling of her eyes.<br><br>She couldn't even imagine herself out on the dance floor nor somebody craving the kind of excitement he was offering.&nbsp; However, it became very clear that he was hitting on her and Pamela was not going to have it this evening.&nbsp; She really did not want to end up as some subject of a <em>Dear Penthouse</em> letter nor the curiosity of some juvenile fantasy.&nbsp; Taking the last drink of her beverage, Pamela decided it was best to end it here before she really hurt his feelings.&nbsp; She was certain that some young girl at his dorm would appreciate his advances much more than herself.<br><br>"Listen, kid, your cute and everything, but I'm not interested.&nbsp; I've lived more in life than you can imagine.&nbsp; I am going to get another drink, so why don't you find one of those cute girls near the stage?&nbsp; Oh, and good luck on your exams..."<br><br>Grabbing her clutch purse, she winked towards the boy as she slid from her chair.&nbsp; She hoped that she wasn't too mean to him, but she was a bit out of his league and she wanted to desperately set him straight.&nbsp; Leaving him behind, she went to the bar and asked for another Cosmopolitan from the bartender.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WyldRanger</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 05:34:26</strong>
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				As if he was going to let her slip away from him that quickly with nothing more than just a whimper. He did not want to lose this vulnerable, yet headstrong woman that he could already tell was going to be the perfect companion for him to spend his days with. His dark eyes took in her misunderstood giggles and silently chided himself for putting on the airs of being a young college student too much.<br><br>This was going to take a lot more work than he initially imagined. Not that he was afraid of a challenge, besides the final consummation would make it that much more worth the cat and mouse games they would be playing. He <em>was</em> going to wear her down eventually, of that he was certain.<br><br>He hung back for a few moments, allowing her to imagine that she had dismissed him easily enough. In actuality she had just made him want her even more. He allowed his dark eyes to roam along her thighs, her dress showing off just enough leg to leave him desiring a better look.<br><br>The band on the stage was moving to something quite a bit more energetic and he smirked at the lyrics of the song and how they could be mistaken to be condoning rape as opposed to being a song about the evils of rape.<br><br>Hold Her Down (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=egMksuKPn7g#)<br><br>Not letting her out of his sight, he discreetly followed her as she headed towards the bar and moved to the very end keeping an eye on her all the while and biding his time to make his next move. He was not going to lose this intoxicating and stunning beauty....not with all the promise that she could bring to his life...well....undead life.<br><br>Getting the attention of the lovely female bartender, he nodded and got a beverage that would go down easy, yet he hungered for more than just an alcoholic beverage....he wanted blood...and one way or the other he would be satisfied in one way or the other tonight.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 22:46:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking another fresh drink, Pamela began to wonder if this was all a giant mistake.&nbsp; It was a bit of a nice shock to see that her favorite band was still around, but she just couldn't get into the evening or the feel of the music around them.&nbsp; Falling back to the opposite corner, she felt like a stranger in a strange world as she looked towards all the faces around her.&nbsp; She didn't know where to start or even where to go.&nbsp; She didn't want to be here and she was moments away from bolting out the door.<br><br><em>"There you are!&nbsp; I've been looking everywhere for you..."</em><br><br>Barbara had finally returned from her dancing as a bit of sweat had begun to fall from her brow.&nbsp; A large smile was on her face as she was truly enjoying her night away from her mundane life.<br><br>"Sorry.&nbsp; I was too busy being the fantasy of some college boys fantasy."<br><em>"A younger boy hit on you?&nbsp; That's fantastic!"</em><br><br>Pamela rolled her eyes at her friend's enthusiasm and lust for life.&nbsp; At the moment, Pamela was looking to wallow in her misery and not have somebody try to pull her out of it.<br><br>"Barb, I could have been his mother.&nbsp; I don't need to talk to scared boys..."<br><em>"Pamela, listen.&nbsp; Age doesn't matter.&nbsp; A younger boy hitting on you just shows that the male species still finds you attractive.&nbsp; See.&nbsp; You are a beautiful woman and I think you need to shake off your rust!"</em><br><br>And with that, Barbara grabs Pamela by the hand and leads her away from the corner.&nbsp; Pamela hardly had enough time to put her barely touched beverage on the table before she was lead to the dance floor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WyldRanger</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 05:36:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The club became a maelstrom of sounds and sights as the band kicked it up into high gear with some of their biggest hits. As he sat at the dark nursing his cold beverage and drinking in the sights and sounds of men and women enjoying the concert and the atmosphere.<br><br>Despite all of the wonderful sights and sounds, his gaze remained fixated on the woman that had tantalized him by not being easy prey. It was exactly what he was looking for in a woman, and if it took a measure of forceful behavior to get her to appreciate him, then that was exactly what he was going to do.<br><br>He was willing to show a little patience, but eventually he was also going to have to dispose of her friend, one way or the other. With that in mind, he drained the rest of his beverage and walked to the other side of the club, to keep to the shadows and bide his time until she walked out of the club and the rest of his plan could come to fruition.<br><br>The evening was winding down at the band sang the last song on their set list...which also just happened to be their most popular hit.<br><br><div align="center"><em>Nothing's so cold<br>As closing the heart when all we need<br>Is to free the soul<br>But we wouldn't be that brave, I know<br><br>And the air outside so soft, confessing everything<br>Everything<br><br>All I want is to feel this way<br>To be this close, to feel the same<br>All I want is to feel this way<br>The evening speaks, I feel it say<br><br>And it won't matter now<br>Whatever happens will be<br>Though the air speaks of all we'll never be<br>It won't trouble me<br></em></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 17:36:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"BARB!&nbsp; NO!!"<br><br>Pamela half laughed as she tried to stop her friend from dragging her into such a public area.&nbsp; Running right in front of the band, they began the very familiar chords that caused the entire club to cheer in a loud triumphant and over joyous exuberant scream.&nbsp; Pamela soon got caught up in the whirlwind around her as every single patron was on their feet and enjoying the familiar song.<br><br><div align="center"><em>Nothing's so cold<br>As closing the heart when all we need<br>Is to free the soul</em></div><br>The beautiful words hit home for Pamela as she began to realize what she had been doing all of this time.&nbsp; Ever since the dissolving of her marriage, she had been closing up her heart and herself from the world.&nbsp; It was such a cold safety net that prevented her from living again.&nbsp; The words rang true.&nbsp; She couldn't close her heart.&nbsp; No, she needed to free her soul...<br><br>Maybe it was the alcohol she consumed or maybe it was her bubbly best friend, but Pamela let go for the first time in a very long time.&nbsp; Raising her hands in the air, she let her blond curls flow around her and she began to dance in tune with every note of the song.&nbsp; Smiling, laughing and singing every word, Pamela felt like she lived for a moment.&nbsp; Dancing with her friend never felt so freeing and so rejuvenating.&nbsp; For once, the shell fell around her and the true Pamela was exposed to the world as they danced until the end of the set.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WyldRanger</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 04:15:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dylan hung back in the shadows of the building watching and biding his time. He had not lived this long by taking unnecessary risks and he was going to make absolutely sure that the time was right before making his move on the young blonde woman. His dark eyes canvassed the club as the song played, the entire interior filled with dancing and laughing and people having an amazing time.<br><br>Dylan's gaze slid across the dance floor and he smiled slightly as he admired the movements of the older woman that he had his eyes on from the beginning of the night. Her movements seemed much more free now that she was finally letting herself go and enjoying the moment. Determined to make her his, he walked along the outskirts of the dance floor and braced himself up against the door to the alley that was right next to the dance floor in the small venue.<br><br>Now, all that remained was the opportunity to get close to her again. He kept his eyes glued to her as she danced with her friend and as soon as the music was beginning to calm down he moved onto the dance floor, next to the two beauties and smiled as he moved along with the last bit of the song once again making eye contact with the delightful blonde and winked confidently towards her, yet keeping a discrete distance from the pair.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 20:17:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The music was a blur around Pamela as it engulfed her senses and her entire aura.&nbsp; For this moment in time, there was nobody in club except her and her best friend as they danced to the song that touched her heart so many times before.&nbsp; It was the song that introduced her to the band and it was the song that remained her favorite throughout all these years.&nbsp; She wished that the song would not end, but the roar of the crowd suddenly interrupted her dancing as the band said their goodbyes to the crowd.<br><br>Perspiration had reached her brow and she desperately tried to catch her breath from the sudden movements of her body.&nbsp; Turning to Barb, she noticed the young man winking at her as she was suddenly dropped down her abrupt high.&nbsp; Apparently, he wasn't ready to take 'No' for an answer as he had decided on herself for the evening.&nbsp; Grabbing Barb's wrist, she whispered in her ear and then began to move towards the main exit.<br><br>"Let's get going..."<br><br>Feeling his eyes on the back of her neck, she knew that she could escape him in the large crowd.&nbsp; She could quickly disappear while becoming just another face in the club.&nbsp; Once she was outside, she could walk the long trek back to the safety and privacy of her loft.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sometimes, Love Can Be Undead (Xana &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WyldRanger</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 04:55:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The attempt by the lovely crimson haired woman to escape his notice was not going to work for he had something up his sleeve that she did not have knowledge. Being a creature of night as he was, he had special abilities that were not noticed unless someone was in direct contact with that person and as he slipped out the side exit he used one of those abilities to leap up to the rooftop.<br><br>The moonlight cascaded down upon the city, giving it an eerie glow from the rain from the day before and the resultant fog. Prowling along the deserted and easily navigable rooftops of the area, he proceeded to follow his prey at a discreet distance, making sure that he would not be noticed until just the right time. A time when she would be alone and vulnerable to his supernatural charms.<br><br>He mused that it might not be as simple as getting her alone, as determined and independent of a spirit that she had, but he also knew that he needed her. And what he wanted, he got, no matter what he had to go through in order to capture it.<br>
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