A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]
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				Title: <strong>A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>14-12-2008, 07:50:22</strong>
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				Unlike most Vampires, Reginald can actually travel in the sun thanks to a ring given to him a long time ago, a treat he appreciates every day of his existence.&nbsp; However, today he's not here to enjoy a walk, the six foot tall man has heard of a rumour and he needs to find out if it's true.&nbsp; For if it is, he would be able to thank the person for this gift at long last.<br><br>Assuming she remembers, although it's not likely.&nbsp; Most reincarnations happen spontaneously, and the odds of finding one you know, if you're an immortal like himself, is less than a million to one.&nbsp; However, as he strides down the street looking for the restaurant 'she' was spotted in, one must never discount the possibility of a physical and spiritual rebirth.&nbsp; His long coat flutters in the autumn wind as he crosses the early morning street and he nears his destination.
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				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>14-12-2008, 20:29:01</strong>
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				(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v713/mrsliquid/Phoebe.jpg)<br><br>Phoebe had been coming to the same restaurant for a while now. There was something about the décor that appealed to her. It had an old world feel to it, so inhibiting to her. There was an old picture hanging on the wall of a large manor back in Eastern Europe somewhere. She had asked once if anyone knew where it was, but no one had an answer for her. The table that it hung over had become her favorite, she always asked for it when she would arrive.<br><br>As fate would have it, the table was open and she was guided to it with a pleasant smile from the waitress. “Thank you, Sally,” She said with a smile as she sat down. She wasn’t sure what she was in the mood for that day, it was a late lunch. Work at the office had kept her a bit later than she would have liked, but she couldn’t complain. It was a good career, being a consultant. But there were times when people were just over the top.<br><br>She let out a soft sigh as her eyes roamed the menu. She could always relax here. She often times thought it had something to do with the picture. It she wasn’t able to sit near it, she never got the same feeling of peace and relaxation. Perhaps one of these days she would ask the owners if she could buy it.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 00:39:45</strong>
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				He walks into the coffee shop, not bothering with checking his name, the handsome Vampire orders a simple cup of coffee, savouring it.&nbsp; Only after he's been fed can he actually taste again, luckily the whore on the street corner will only remember a tall dark presence, a sensation of heaven and about $250 in cash in her lap.&nbsp; Reg remembers some of the tales, about how the bite used to be overly painful and the oldsters worked on a ritual to change it.&nbsp; Now, it's not quite as good as sex, but apparently, close enough to it.<br><br>Sitting on a seat near a window, not that he'd know.&nbsp; He was nearly slain on a battle field and the next thing he knew, his 'mistress' was over him and pouring a vial of her blood over each of his wounds.&nbsp; The redhead had stayed with him for about 10 years, before she left to parts unknown, leaving him her home and castle.<br><br>Shortly after he met her.&nbsp; She had been a servant, a pretty blonde thing named Rosalie, but she'd capture his attention like no one else's...&nbsp; His dark eyes roam over the cafe and suddenly, his breath, when he remembered, was taken away.&nbsp; It's her...!
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				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 00:47:00</strong>
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				Sally came over with a cup of coffee and was rewarded with a smile. Sally always took care of Phoebe when she came. She took care of her in ways of leaving a generous tip and often offering advice when Sally needed it. There were more than a few nights the two of them had sat there and talked until all hours of the morning. <br><br>It didn’t take long for Phoebe’s salad to arrive and Sally left her in peace so she could enjoy it. She picked up a magazine and was thumbing through the pages as she took small bites of her meal.<br><br>She felt something odd, something she hadn’t felt before. Her eyes looked up slowly as she scanned the room. It was like a feeling of being watched, but not. It was almost as if she were being marked from a distance, claimed in some manner. She couldn’t really explain it.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 01:02:17</strong>
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				Sipping his coffee, enjoying the taste of it, he tracks the beautiful blond, although he makes no attempt to approach her.&nbsp; She might just be a physical copy, not one in spirit, although he wishes to God she is.&nbsp; And apparently, she's a friend of that waitress.&nbsp; A link he can use, Reginald nods to himself.<br><br>A glance around and he decides he likes this place.&nbsp; The decor is pseudo-Victorian but it still feels comfortable, and it's not entirely because she is here.&nbsp; He wonders how to get close to her, or shall he start it all over again? Rosalie was always wanting to please, and the environment she grew up in made her naturally submissive to something she considered her 'lord' and 'master'.&nbsp; But in this era, things were different.<br><br>Well, even if his tastes haven't really changed much, he is and never was no Marquis de Sade.&nbsp; Which brings up another point, assuming he can get close to her, what are her tastes in men and in bed.&nbsp; He sits back and stares out the window, but at her reflection off of it, despite being across the room...
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				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 02:05:52</strong>
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				There was something in the pit of her stomach, something that felt like a pull. She looked around, almost franticly. Sally came over and asked if everything was already. Phoebe smiled, “Yes, I just don’t feel very well, can’t you box it up for me?” She asked and was rewarded with a quick nod. Sally took the plate away quickly, returning in short order with a box to go and her bill. <br><br>She walked up to the counter and paid the bill with a smile, leaving a generous tip for Sally on her way out. She felt a stronger feeling when she passed a man staring at the window. She looked over at him and it felt like everything slowed for a few heartbeats. Her eyes moved over his features, tracing them in her mind’s eye for later. There was something about him, something familiar that she couldn’t put her finger on.<br><br>As she reached the door, the strange feeling was fading. She gave a slight sigh as she opened the door and stepped outside. It was an overcast day, not too warm and not terribly cold. She walked on towards the park, perhaps able to finish her lunch after all. She found a bench that had no occupants and sat down.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 05:12:50</strong>
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				Reginald narrows his eyes, this could work.&nbsp; Instead of 'asking' the little waitress, he can go and meet her, himself.&nbsp; He finishes his coffee, but not in any hurried manner, he has manners after all, despite his head screaming at him to go immediately.&nbsp; Instead he finishes the cup, places it onto the saucer and leaves it for the staff, as he exits the building.<br><br>The park is a nice affair, with a walkway for both pedestrians and cyclists that circles about, there's a pond, where ducks like to swim about, trees tastefully arranged so that they provide shade, but not get in anyone's way.&nbsp; He smiles as he remembers when it was just a plain of grass, with a few wooden buildings.&nbsp; Change, everything suffers from it.&nbsp; Even him, even though not outwardly.<br><br>He spots the beauty from a good distance, and approaches her, his confidence coming to the fore.&nbsp; His inner sense, his link to her guides him, and he moves with a grace unmatched by modern men.&nbsp; The least he can do is introduce himself, and see where that takes him.&nbsp; A smile crosses his perfect face, "Hello, there.&nbsp; I saw you in the restaraunt and decided I needed to know you better.&nbsp; My name is Reginald O' Conner."
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				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 05:22:21</strong>
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				There was that feeling again, that pull and draw. She looked up in time to see the man from the restaurant approach her. There was something about him, something so very familiar. His smile was enchanting and for a moment, all she could do was look at him. Her creamy jade eyes looked deep into his and she lost herself for a few heartbeats before her senses returned.<br><br>“I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten my manners,” she said with a smile as she stood from her seat on the bench and offered her slender hand to him. “I’m Phoebe, Phoebe Deveroux. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Would you like to have a seat?” She asked, motioning to the bench behind her with her hand. <br><br>“I have to ask, Mr.O’Conner, have we met? I feel as though I should know you.” She asks as she takes her seat again.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>16-12-2008, 02:13:23</strong>
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				"No, Mademoiselle Deveroux, I don't believe we have, however I wish to rectify this terrible mistake as soon as possible!"&nbsp; Another smile is bestowed on the beauty.&nbsp; Being 'undead' means the cold doesn't bother him, althoug he does miss feeling it sometimes.<br><br>"May I?" He says as he takes the offered seat, "Thank you, I admit to being fascinated with you, I wish to know just everything, and yet...&nbsp; I cannot for the life of me think of a place to start!"<br><br>His accent, perfect English, mark him as a European expatriate of some sort, sounding slightly Germanic, despite his name not being very.&nbsp; If anything his name is downright Irish.
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				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>16-12-2008, 02:36:54</strong>
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				The only way to describe how she was would be to say that she was mesmerized. She couldn’t take her eyes off the strikingly handsome gentleman before her. His honeyed words caused her cheeks to flush pink. She couldn’t help but smile in return to him as she listened to him speak. <br><br>Sitting next to him, her eyes looked deep into his. “I can’t imagine what it could be about me that interests you so, Mr. O’Conner. But, if you would like to know something, you would only need to ask. I’m pretty much an open book”<br><br>There was something about his voice that fascinated her. “If I may be so bold as to ask, where are you from?”<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>17-12-2008, 20:55:32</strong>
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				Taking the proferred seat, the tall man forces himself to breath, not because he needs a breath to speak, but to seem alive at the moment.&nbsp; Luckily, the blood in his system won't be cooling for at least another few hours, but he'd rather not take the chance of discovery.&nbsp; People tend to react... Oddly, when they see his chest not rising or falling.<br><br>At her question, his face turns slightly impish, Reginald loves the looks he gets when he tells women where he's really from, "Would you believe I was born in Transylvania?"
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				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>18-12-2008, 06:52:59</strong>
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				&nbsp;She watched him carefully as he took his seat. She smiled brightly at him, “I would have to say that your name does not give hint to your nationality then, Mister O’Conner.” She said, thinking that he was teasing her. <br><br>Her eyes washed over him as he sat there. His was handsome, strikingly so. There was something familiar about him, something comfortable about the way that he sat there and spoke with her. His mannerisms were easy and relaxed. She was instantly at ease with him. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 23:41:23</strong>
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				A laugh, as he smiles, "Well, my father did come by way of Ireland, and after marrying a local girl, settled there."<br><br>Which was, he has to admit, about 700 years ago, now.&nbsp; How time flies.&nbsp; Reginald listens to her as she speaks, the tone is there, the natural sense of inflection to her speech.&nbsp; It is her.&nbsp; But the problem lies in getting her back to him, and perhaps, molding her once again.&nbsp; The thought excites him in a way that he's not felt in generations...
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				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 23:53:18</strong>
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				“Oh, well that explains it then,” she said, giving him a soft smile. Her eyes continued to move over him. She took no pause to try to hide the way she looked at him. She had a feeling of being where she needed to be…near him.<br><br>“Mister O’Conner,” She said softly, “who are you? I know you…I know I do. I can’t explain it, but it’s there.” She asked him, her brow furled in confusion at her own words. Not even she knew what she was asking him.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>25-12-2008, 00:30:28</strong>
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				He feigns surprise, "Oh?&nbsp; How so?&nbsp; What do you know?"<br><br>A look of interest escapes him however, this is the first time he's heard of a reincarnation reacting so strongly at the first meeting.&nbsp; It usually takes several for the people to actually mesh.&nbsp; But Phoebe was obviously different, which was wonderful!&nbsp; The wind picks up and throws a few fallen leaves about.
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				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>25-12-2008, 06:49:20</strong>
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				She turned a deep red and moved a stray stand of her hair behind her ear as she looked down. “I don’t know how to explain it,” she said softly, her gaze still averted. She took a few deep breathes before looking back up at him.<br><br>“It’s almost like a dream that’s fading when you wake up. When you first open your eyes, you can recall even the smallest detail. But, after you’ve been awake for a while, the details fade away and it’s almost like the dream never happened.” She turned and looked up at him slowly. “It feels like that, almost. As though I’ve been awake for a while and when I try to reach for something, it slips away from me.”<br><br>She laughed a bit nervously, “Sounds silly, I know…”<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>27-12-2008, 23:09:25</strong>
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				Gracing her with a dashing smile, Reginald replies with a sincerity in his voice, "No, it really depends on whether or not you believe in 'reincarnation' or 'past lives'."<br><br>A shrug from his seat beside the beauty, "The problem is that like most philosophy, it's neither true, nor accurate, but neither is it false.&nbsp; Perhaps people do come back, but the problem with that would be 'why?'.&nbsp; The Indian religions believe that one comes back due to karma and fate, until they reach a pinnicle and ascend.&nbsp; But ascend to what?&nbsp; Now some other religions have take that, even with some having you regress back to an animal form as a way of punishment.&nbsp; But the Christian faith has two paths to follow, Heaven or Hell.&nbsp; What makes this line of thought worse, is that which of these religions are 'right'?&nbsp; All, none, some?"<br><br>The Vampire takes a deep breath to replenish his speech capacity, "However, there has been cases of people remembering things that happened long ago, with a startling amount of accuracy, despite having no way of really knowing.&nbsp; As for myself?&nbsp; I'll believe in most anything, as there has been plenty of the unexplained in my life."<br><br>He faces Phoebe again, "But what would you believe?"
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				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>28-12-2008, 05:14:23</strong>
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				“I don’t know if I’ve ever really believed in anything,” she admitted to him, turning a bit more to face him. <br><br>“I know this much, I believe in what I can see, hear, touch, smell and do. Everything else is just an imagination. Religion just seems like a fantasy world someone wants you to buy into and believe in.” She said, not sure if she really wanted to get into this debate with someone she just met. <br><br>“You said you have had plenty of unexplained things happen in your life…give me an example of something you’ve personally witnessed.” She said, not really meaning to challenge him. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 02:29:20</strong>
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				"Fair enough, I suppose," Reginald tilts his head up into the sky, taking a deep breath to replenish his air supply for speech, "As for impossible things, well, you see them all the time.&nbsp; People surviving great falls, mothers pulling cars off their children, people surviving multiple lightning bolt strikes...&nbsp; I've seen a few of them in my life."<br><br>And then there's him.&nbsp; Not that he knew that Vampires were supposed to be fake at the time, though,
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				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 02:33:57</strong>
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				“I suppose so,” she said with a smile. “Though all of those things can be explained with science. I always thought faith was something you believed in that had no basis in fact or science.” <br><br>She shook her head a bit and looked back up at him smiling, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to challenge you. I don’t want to seem rude.” She had to admit that her breath caught in her throat each time she looked at him. Perhaps it was his commanding presence, or something more. She wasn’t sure and it intrigued her.<br><br>“Do you live here now?” She asked him, hoping he did. She wanted to get away from the theological debate with him. She wanted to get to know him better and hoped he lived local now.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 07:17:05</strong>
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				"Actually, I do have an apartment in the area, yes.&nbsp; Although I will have to return home at some point this week," He smiles at Phoebe.&nbsp; What Reginald doesn't say is that it's actually one of several penthouses he maintains in several countries.&nbsp; It's actually hard to maintain a trust fund or investment portfolio as long as you're legally dead, no matter what that silly show actress wanted to believe, but with the right connections and the right people, one can have a modest sum to work with.&nbsp; Of course, having actual gold coins and other collectables helps immensely.<br><br>But this pales with the pleasure he's feeling right now!&nbsp; Unless he's mistaken, Phoebe just expressed interest in seeing him again!&nbsp; This is working out better than he thought it ever would!&nbsp; Reginald smiles and says, "It's a cozy home away from home, and before you ask, yes, it is back in Transylvania."
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				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 01:28:34</strong>
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				“Oh, so then you’re not going to just disappear overnight then,” she said playfully. She didn’t know if it showed in her expression, but she was very glad that he wasn’t going to be leaving right away. She did want to see him again and did want to get to know him better. But, she didn’t want to come on too strong.<br><br>“Well, maybe we can have dinner sometime,” she offered up. It was a neutral statement, really. She wasn’t technically asking him to a dinner date and there was no pressure for him to accept. But, it was also her opening a door that he could choose to walk through. He could take it as an offer or he could take it as an invitation to as her to dinner himself. She hoped he would take it as either and not just let it be a comment.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>04-01-2009, 04:29:37</strong>
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				Still smiling, the Vampire replies, "Perhaps we could.&nbsp; Of course it would mean taking the time to match up our schedules, as I'm sure that someone of your natural beauty must have a full social calendar."<br><br>The words are laced with honey and sincerity, his deep baritone voice oozing honesty and charm in equal amounts.&nbsp; He looks over the park, as more people start to move about and wander the greens.&nbsp; Reginald suddenly stands, "How about we meet up later tonight, at that coffee shop, and we can plan our dinner?"
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				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>04-01-2009, 04:42:14</strong>
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				She laughed softly and shook her head. “No, I don’t have any social calendar to speak of. My work consumes my life.” She said with a sad kind of honesty. She really did let her career run her life, not the other way around. She didn’t date, so she didn’t miss what she didn’t have. It didn’t really seem that it was missing from her life, though sometimes she was lonely.<br><br>She frowned a bit when he stood. She stood herself, figuring this was the harbinger of their separation. “Yes, we can do that. How about 8pm?” She asked, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice. She would have loved to have stayed there much longer, just talking with him, if nothing else.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 00:46:03</strong>
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				Reginald gives her an old fashioned bow, as he prepares to go to his office.&nbsp; Despite being, by most accounts, obscenely rich and well-off, Reginald has noticed that ennui and boredom settle in when you don't do anything with your 'existence'. Can't really call it life as he doesn't exactly have a pulse anymore, but being active is a wonderful way of spending time, and best yet learn new things.<br><br>"Very well then," This oddly comes out as more of a command than an acknowledgement, "We shall meet at the Steamhouse Café at 8PM sharp."<br><br>Another of those dashing smiles, "I shall see you then!"
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				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 00:55:03</strong>
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				She stood there, uncertain of what to say. Part of her wanted to say that she didn’t want to leave, but that would have just seemed silly to her. Her eyes moved over him again, as though she were still matching him up to some long forgotten memory that was buried deep within her mind.<br><br>“Until then, Mister O’Conner,” She said with a smile. She turned and started walking back to work, looking over her shoulder at him no less than three times.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 02:06:36</strong>
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				He pulled out his cell and popped it open, calling his car.&nbsp; The Rolls comes in a few minutes, the burly man behind the wheel waiting until his boss is in the vehicle before pulling back out onto the street.&nbsp; Reginald is already planning his next move, and arranges for a flight to his original home, once he completes his business here in town first.&nbsp; A mere eight hours more and she'll be back into his grasp again, serving him as she was meant to do in the first place.
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				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 02:20:41</strong>
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				The hours at work drug on and on until it was finally time to go home. She rushed from the building and hailed a cab. Normally, she would walk home and enjoy some fresh air before cocooning herself up in her work while she was home. But, that wasn’t going to happen tonight. She had a date, well…sort of a date. It felt like a date to her. It had been so long since she had even thought about dating someone, much less someone as intriguing as him.<br><br>She hurried around her apartment once she arrived and showered and spent a good amount of time looking through her closet on what to wear. She didn’t want to wear anything too formal, but she didn’t want to be too casual either. She fidgeted there for a good long time, something she never really did. Finally, she decided on an outfit she would wear to work. <br><br>(http://www.barriepace.com/bp/Assets/products/lg/FW06_A0415_F_SEP_024.jpg)<br><br>She kept checking her watch and when it got to be about a quarter till, she went outside and flagged down another taxi. She got inside and gave him the address. The taxi sped off and she wrung her hands in her lap. When the cab pulled up, she got out and handed him his fare and a nice tip. She soothed her hair down and tried to calmly walk into the establishment. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 02:37:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginald didn't really care much for the day to day of managing a corporation, he's got so many branches and divisions that cover many different industries that if he were to try and learn them all, they'd all be obsolete by the time he did.&nbsp; Still, he has to make an appearance and know enough about what each does so he knows what to do about certain issues as they come up.&nbsp; Still, he'd rather be back home and with Phoebe, as she's now called.<br><br>Later that evening, at his penthouse, the tall former man-at-arms looks for appropriate clothes.&nbsp; He's just meeting her and planning, not really doing anything special.&nbsp; So something casual, but not too much so, as they are just 'acquintances' at the moment.&nbsp; A suit then?&nbsp; No, too formal.&nbsp; He paces and ponders.&nbsp; And then shrugs.&nbsp; He has an hour and a half, why not go and buy an outfit.<br><br>He dials up his car, and after 20 minutes of boutique hopping finally settles on an outfit.&nbsp; He twists and turns, liking it, if it's a little white, and crosses don't really hurt Vampires anyway, it's more that the person's faith in the icon that does, but then those types of people are rare and far between.&nbsp; Hooray for cynicism.<br><br>(http://www.mensusa.com/images/general4.jpg)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 02:46:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She walked in and looked around with anticipation. Her expression fell a bit when she didn’t see him. Maybe he wasn’t going to show. Perhaps he was just trying to be polite. All manner of self doubt was starting to creep into her mind, though she tried to keep it at bay. <br><br>She took a seat by the large bay window and asked for water from a passing waitress. Her throat was dry and she was nervous. She couldn’t recall when she had felt like this before. She reasoned with herself, explaining that it was the perceived familiarity with him that made her feel the way she did. <br><br>She kept glancing down at her watch and looking over at the door every time she heard someone come in. She would sigh when it wasn’t him and look down and away.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 06:40:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He enters the building, a few minutes early according to his watch, but apparently it's running late as Phoebe has already arrived.&nbsp; He approaches her small table and takes the opposite seat, "Hello, I thought I'd be here first, but I guess I was too slow."<br><br>A smile crosses his face, the blonde streaks in his hair flashing in the evening light, as he gets down to 'business', “Now then what is the best day for you?”<br><br>Reginald tilts his head waiting for a reply.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 09:09:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her breath caught in her throat when she saw him walk in. He was so handsome. After a moment, she had to remind herself to breath. She stood as she watched him approach. She felt herself move as if to embrace him, but she caught herself before she made any obvious motions to do so. <em>‘What am I thinking?’ </em>she thought to herself. As he sat down, so did she.<br><br>“Oh, it’s alright.” She said with a smile. It felt so natural to smile at him. She felt that tugging again, much like she had earlier in the day. It had to be from him, she was sure of it. “I’m normally always early. I would rather be early than late. I even set my watch fast.” She confessed to him.<br><br>She was a bit surprised when he asked which day was best for him. Was he in a hurry? She hoped not. She really did look forward to just being around him again and hoped he wouldn’t have to rush off. “Well,” she said, leaning forward a bit on her elbows, “as I said earlier, I don’t have a social calendar to speak of, so I’m free when you are. I believe you must be far busier than I.” She said with a smile, hoping to get more information out of him about himself.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 23:07:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A mischevious smile is graced on her and Reginald asks, "Well, if anytime is good...&nbsp; How about...&nbsp; Now?"<br><br>He looks her over, "Although I have to say, you'll need something more appropriate to wear, though.&nbsp; It prides itself on being 'upperclass', which if you ask me is a bunch of rot.&nbsp; However, it has some of the best dishes in the country."<br><br>A sip of his coffee, the taste still full and rich, meaning his system will continue to work like a normal human for at least a few more hours.&nbsp; The night's traffic passes in front of the coffee shop, his own car a mere three blocks away.&nbsp; An expectant look is on his face as he awaits her response.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 04:01:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was a bit surprised that he wanted to go on the date right then and there. “Sure,” she said after a few stunned heartbeats. She really wasn’t sure what to make of the sudden decision, but she was thrilled about it. That is, until he mentioned her clothes.<br><br>She looked down and then back up at him with a soft blush to her cheeks. “I’m not sure I have anything that would be good enough to wear there. Most of my clothes are just for work.&nbsp; Like I said, I don’t socialize often.” She confessed to him, embarrassed she didn’t have what she would need to wear. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 04:11:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A chuckle as he stands and takes her hand standing, "Which is what I thought, and so I set an appointment with a specialist tailor for about 20 minutes from now, shall we?"<br><br>The streaked Vampire leads her out of the small coffee shop and starts to walk back to his car, a 'vintage' 1995 Lotus Esprit.&nbsp; He pulls out the automated key and opens the doors, starting the vehicle, "Get in, my Dear, it's best not to keep them waiting."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 04:39:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She stood up when he did, her hand effortlessly sliding into his. Again he was able to surprise her. “I don’t know what to say.” She admitted to him. “You shouldn’t need to feel like you should have to spend money on me.” She said, even more embarrassed that she didn’t have the right clothing at home.<br><br>Even with her protests, she let him lead her from the coffee shop and to his car. Somehow she knew that no matter what she said, he would still want to spoil her. She couldn’t explain how she knew, only that she knew that was how it was. <br><br>She sat down in the car, almost feeling as though she was in a trance of some sort. Things like this never happen to her, yet here she was, feeling like she was being taken care of like a princess. It was very surreal. “Thank you,” she said as she looked up at him before he shut the door.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 05:25:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At 5' 11" Reginald was taller than average, and a giant when he was actually born, so when he sits into his car, he actually has to push back the seat.&nbsp; He turns onto the Main Street and takes several dizzying turns until a small, quaint and almost gothic shop, nestled in a corner that marks a dead end.&nbsp; Climbing out and helping his lady out of the automobile, he knocks on the door.<br><br>A wizened old man opens the door and snorts, "It's you.&nbsp; Come in, it's waiting."<br><br>Stepping in, the man in white bows, "Thank you.&nbsp; This way, Phoebe, please."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 05:55:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched him get into the car as she buckled her seatbelt. He had a way about him, a confidence. Everything he did seemed to take so little effort, coming so naturally to him. It was as though he knew she would say yes to his invitation and had everything already planned out for them. It was like he already knew her.<br><br>She walked with him to the door of the shop and smiled at the man that had greeted them at the door. Looking over at Reginald and then back to the old man. She nodded and stepped in. “Thank you.”<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 06:04:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginald had a good idea how she was going to react, mostly.&nbsp; She had a fair bit of Rosalie, although she's not, and never will be, and he figures that if he keeps her off balance like this, he can keep her going the way he wants.&nbsp; Phoebe seems to be a bit of an introvert and submissive, given her statements and general attitude and body language.&nbsp; Of course, he does have an 'out' if she decides to express dissatisfaction with his actions.<br><br>They walk in and the old man glares at Reginald, then looks at Phoebe, "Go in there, and strip, I need measurements."<br><br>The room he pointed to looked like it hadn't changed since the 1800s.&nbsp; Reginald takes his leave and makes a parting call, "My dear, Oscar here is the best, he'll get you something that's appropriate in time for supper."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 06:25:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Phoebe looked over at Reginald before nodded to the old man and going into the room he indicated. The glare that he had given Reginald didn’t go unnoticed by her and it confused her more than just a little bit.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned and nodded to Reginald before moving behind a screen to disrobe. She felt vulnerable while standing there waiting for the man named Oscar, but she innately trusted Reginald.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 03:23:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The old tailor takes out a measuring tape and grumpily measures off Phoebe and then gets her to stand on a stool, looking at her with scrutiny.&nbsp; He grumbles to himself the entire, time about how put out he is, if it weren't for the money, so on and so forth.&nbsp; A critical look and he drags out a royal blue dress from an ornate, Edwardian dresser that dominates the left side of the round room.<br>(http://www.nexteve.com/images/D/F6223a-01.JPG)<br><br>And then points back to the change room and hands her the dress, which seems to already be modified to her size!&nbsp; Once he's done that, he goes and picks up his tools, the scissors, the thread, the needles and patterns all.&nbsp; Once all is collected, or put away, Oscar leaves and says to Reginald, "She should be dressed soon, you can wait in there.&nbsp; Payment as per usual?"<br><br>"Of course," Comes the smooth baritone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 03:30:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Phoebe didn’t know what to do or say, so she settled on just standing there and following the old man’s instructions as soon as they were issued. She was a little nervous, especially when he continued to complain and mumble. She hated feeling like she was bothering someone, and here he was saying that almost verbatim while gruffly measuring her. <br><br>Her eyes lit up as she looked at the dress. It was magnificent and exquisite. She was rendered speechless as she took the garment in her hands, her fingers moving smoothly over the fabric. She moved back to the changing room, still in a bit of a daze. Surely she must be in some fairy tale and asleep at home dreaming. The dress looked as though it was easily worth six months of her salary, probably more.<br><br>She dressed as quickly as she could, unable to finish binding the dress in the back herself. She walked out slowly, cautiously, peering around the corner. What could she say to him? It was really too much, more than she deserved. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 07:22:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still dressed in his white suit, Reginald smiles, "Perfect!&nbsp; It fits you beautifully."<br><br>He approaches and sticks out his arm, "Shall we go, then?"<br><br>A smile is on his face as he leaves the smalll 'hole in the wall' shop and heads back to his car.&nbsp; Helping her in, he goes back to his side and drives to the upperclass shopping district and pulls into a seven story parking lot, stopping on the top floor.&nbsp; Climbing out, and again helping hiss guest, he steps into the waiting elevator with an actual attendant!<br><br>The ride ends at the top, where a rotating platform with all the tables are set around a hub that doubles as a buffet and kitchen, and with a view of the night city is available to all.&nbsp; The Maitre'd bows, "Ah, Mr. O'Conner, welcome back, your usual table?"<br><br>"Yes, William, thank you."<br><br>"Of course.&nbsp; However, we did not know you'd have a guest this time, it will take but a moment to prepare properly.&nbsp; Please forgive us,"&nbsp; He bows and leads the pair to a two person table at the best spot in the place!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 07:29:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed softly as he complimented her, not really sure what to say. “Thank you, Reginald. I didn’t expect this.” She said softly, slipping her hand into the bend of his arm and walking with him back out to the car. Normally, she would have thanked the old man again, but her attention was diverted elsewhere. <br><br>He helped her into the car and soon they were on their way. It seemed like only a moment before they were at their destination and he was helping her out of the car. She wondered briefly what would have happened had she said no to his invitation. Would all of this been set up in vain? She wasn’t sure and she hated to think of such a thing. It would have been a waste of time and effort, and it would have been her fault.<br><br>She was surprised by the way the people acted there and the way they knew the man at her side. She knew there was a presence about him, but she never would have guessed it was this much. She was feeling more than a little out of place, far above her station, so to speak. She paused for a moment, thinking that term over in her mind. Station? It was almost as though she was thinking of a caste system, but it was strange that it would come to mind.<br><br>She let him lead her to the table and sat down as gracefully as she could. She was going to make every effort not to embarrass herself or him. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 07:42:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sitting down, William comes back with a set of menues, which have both French and English.&nbsp; Reginald smiles at Phoebe, "Now then, order what you like, they know me, so I'll just get my usual."<br><br>A bottle of red wine is dropped off at the table in a bucket of ice, with a cork popper at the ready.&nbsp; The tall, athletically built man watches her as she makes an order.&nbsp; The rest of the place have patrons all dressed like these two, but most seem to be in the older set, in their mid to late forties.&nbsp; The chatter melts into a low buzz, as the lights both above and below fill the windows with bright spots of colour and light.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 07:53:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She thanked the waiter when he brought over the menus. She looked them over and set the one in French off to the side. She had always wanted to learn, but had never found the time. She had always thought that it was a beautifully elegant language that held a certain amount of style and class. But, like with many things in her life, work came before all else and the desire to learn the foreign tongue slowly faded until it was nothing but a distant memory of a time past.&nbsp; <br><br>“Everything looks wonderful, Reginald.” She said as she slowly looked up from the menu. “I don’t know what to decide on. Perhaps you can suggest something?” She asked him, not wanting to sound foolish by admitting that she had never tried a majority of the items that were listed.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 23:53:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watches Phoebe and smiles, content.&nbsp; His place in the world has been found again.&nbsp; Reginald has lived far too long alone, and companionship is needed, even for the most sociopathic of individuals.&nbsp; When she asks her question, he thinks about it, this is starting well, if he can get her used to taking commands from him, he can replicate the type of relationship he had with his love, it will also make it easier for him to know her.<br><br>"Well, seeing as a lot of the French foods are sull of cream and rich ingrediants, if you're not used to eating that, it can make you ill," He opens his menu and peruses it, "However, if you start slow and work your way up, we can get you to be able to eat it with no problems soon enough."<br><br>A put upon sigh and matching wry smile crosses his youthful face, "And because they like to pride themselves on being 'upper class' one must order in French if they can."<br><br>And that said he makes his order which is a mix of American and French, steaks, some noodles with the cream sauce, salad and he gives the waiter a command in French that he doesn't translate.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 01:32:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked up to see his smile, smiling in return. She couldn’t help it. It felt almost contagious coming from him. She had this feeling deep inside that his happiness was important to her. But, shouldn’t it be like that anyway? Shouldn’t you want the person that you are spending time with to be happy? Phoebe rationalized the feeling away as best she could.<br><br>She closed the menu and set it down on the table as she leaned forward a bit, listening intently to him as he spoke. She hung on every word as though it was the most important thing she had heard. <br><br>“I wouldn’t want to be sick, that might ruin our evening.” She said with a smile, giving in to a bit of humor. She had a feeling that there wasn’t much that would be able to ruin the night for her. She felt out of place, yet not at the same time. <br><br>She was about to comment that she didn’t know French when he started ordering for her, speaking the language with practiced ease. She couldn’t help but smile brightly as she heard it, it sounded so musical to her. <br><br>“Thank you for saving me,” She said, her hand coming up to rest on the table in front of her, slightly outstretched towards him. She had meant it in the way that he had ordered for her, but she felt there was a bit more weight to it than that.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 04:34:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginald tilts his head, "From what?"<br><br>Despite being in the 21st century, he admits that he still has the mind set of a 14th century noble, and he's always on the look out for his subjects.&nbsp; His sense of Noblesse Oblige is still strong, and those under his care are of the utmost importance, but the girl he loves is at the top of any list he might make.&nbsp; The night sky rolls ever so slowly past the wide windows as Reginald wonders what she's talking about.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 06:12:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“From making a fool of myself,” she said softly, pulling her hand back a bit. She wasn’t sure why she was reaching for him; it was too soon for such a thing. She was feeling more and more comfortable around him, which almost made her nervous. It wasn’t like her to relax so easily. <br><br>“I wouldn’t have wanted to order something that would have made me sick.” She said, trying to regain some semblance of composure. She looked around her at everything and felt very much out of place. She felt as though she didn’t belong there, no matter what he dressed her in.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 06:26:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh," he smiles, "No worries about that, it wouldn't have done so immediately, nothing French does that.&nbsp; It would have snuck up in your sleep, or late at night."<br><br>A chuckle escapes him as he pops the cork on the bottle and pours the both of them a glass of wine, "How about a toast, on our first dinner together.&nbsp; One of many, I hope."<br><br>Reginald makes no motion to even bother hiding his interest in her, his dark eyes on her own.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 06:32:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him, trying desperately to lay her worries and fears aside and enjoy the rest of the evening with him. He was a charming man, more so than she had ever met before in her life. Why was she not enjoying herself?<br><br>She took the wine filled glass delicately between her fingers and held it up for him. “One of many, I hope.” She repeated after him and touched the rim of her glass to his lightly, hearing a clear tone ring out from the imported crystal.<br><br>She brought the glass back to her lips and tilted the glass, her eyes staying on his from over the rim. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 06:56:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The tiny beauty has captivated him, and his mind has already made plans for later as it is.&nbsp; He notes that she's staring at him from the top of her glass, so Reginald smiles at her.&nbsp; The dinner arrives and it's smells very good, and again, the near 6 footer is thankful he replenished his blood earlier.&nbsp; Oscar's daughter is sweet, but hopelessly misguided, despite being nearly 40 and a mother of two.&nbsp; Still, he does wish he wasn't so reliant on others for sustenance to get his body to behave like the man he wants was.<br><br>Phoebe will help, but his quest to attain immortality, or at the very least agelessness without being a creature of the night will continue.&nbsp; And he will not inflict it on the woman he loves.&nbsp; Does he love her already?&nbsp; His face doesn't show it, but he's wondering if he should once more.&nbsp; He lost her once, he doesn't wish to lose her again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 07:00:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he saw her staring at him, she averted her eyes quickly, turning bright red from embarrassment. It was rude to stare, she knew it. But, she couldn’t help it. <br><br>She set the glass down and looked over the feast as it arrived. She inhaled all the decadent aromas that wafted from the succulent dishes laid out before them. “Reginald, it’s too much.” She said with a bright smile. “Are you sure you didn’t order too much?” She asked him, thinking there was no way she could eat it all. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 20:16:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A glance down to the six or seven plates and then back up to Phoebe, "Well, if this was all for myself, yes, it would be, but you are going to help.&nbsp; Right?"<br><br>Another of his charming grins and then he chuckles, "Just don't force yourself, though.&nbsp; I don't want you sick."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 20:21:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was that smile again. She was sure that he could get anyone to do anything he wanted them to do with just one of those smile. She couldn’t help but blush again when that smile was directed at her. <br><br>“Of course I will help,” she said, offering a smile of her own, though much less dazzling than his. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy.” She said, giving him a playful wink.<br><br>She picked up her fork and looked at the food spread out before them. She chewed slightly on her bottom lip, not really sure where to even begin. She decided to wait and follow his lead. He had, after all, been here before.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 03:48:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Vampire loves this part of the day.&nbsp; Eating food is one of the only true joys he gets after being changed, but of course, he needs to actually 'feed' before he can.&nbsp; A sigh as he takes a cut of his steak and eats it, there has to be a way of breaking this curse.&nbsp; He never inflicted it on anyone else, and he'll not do it ever.&nbsp; A smile at Phoebe, "I recommend the steak first, it'll help the sauce go down."<br><br>He looks at the small woman in the dress he ordered for her and just let's the feeling of comfort wash over him.&nbsp; Still, there's the matter of her training, that promises to be fun.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 03:58:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled warmly at him. He did know her well. Her hesitation must have been obvious. She leaned in close to whisper to him. “I’m worried that I will embarrass you. I’m a bit out of my league here.” She leaned back a bit before taking a bit of the steak, like he had suggested.<br><br>She sliced a small piece off and speared it with the fork. She brought it to her lips and passed it to her tongue. The flavor and texture were divine. She closed her eyes and savored the taste, thinking she would never again taste something so wonderful. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 04:40:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dinner goes by relatively quickly, as Reginald asks Phoebe general questions about her life and how she likes living in the city, in the guise of trying to make conversation.&nbsp; All throughout he keeps his eyes on her and her only, his smiles free and yet, solely for her.&nbsp; More wine is poured and shared, as he keeps his interest on the pretty and tiny blond woman.<br><br>However, when midnight finally passes, and the restaurant is nearly empty, the 5' 11" male sighs, "I think it's best we leave now, I'm sure your employer won't like it if I bring you back sleepy."<br><br>His manner of speaking is definitely of a dominant nature, if one pays attention, as he seems to be taking responsibility for just about everything tonight, including covering the bill.&nbsp; Which he doesn't ever bother to show Phoebe at all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 04:57:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time dinner was finished and they were talking, the wine had been flowing freely. She was smiling and talking, answering any question he asked her honestly. She was thoroughly enjoying herself with him and it showed. The wine helped her relax even more and being one that didn’t touch alcohol often, it wasn’t long before she was feeling happily buzzed, but not drunk.<br><br>She couldn’t hide her disappointment at them having to leave, but he was right. She could have stayed there all night with him and not minded. Though, work the next morning would have been tough to wade through. <strong>“You’re right.”</strong> She said with smile. <strong>“It would probably be best if I got a little bit of sleep before work.”</strong> <br><br>She would have tried to pay at least half the bill, but he took it before she could even look at it. She wasn’t one to just sit idly by and let someone else do everything. She had already felt that he spent too much on her that night, regardless of if he could afford it or not. <strong>“Maybe I can take you out next time?” </strong>She asked softly. It was her way of letting him know that she did want a next time.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 23:01:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe next time, yes," He smiles at Phoebe, not really intending to let her though.&nbsp; He's the one in charge and that's all there will be to it.&nbsp; Reginald will always admit to himself that he's still something of a feudal lord.&nbsp; Still, he's got some work to do, before reclaiming what is his.&nbsp; And so he wipes his mouth one last time and picks up the platinum card and pockets it.<br><br>Still, he has to be careful, as there are things about his existence that he's not sure he's ready to reveal to her, just yet.&nbsp; And it's not just that he's a Vampire.&nbsp; He leads her to his car once more, and slides in, after opening the door for her, in a chivalric gesture.&nbsp; After starting the car he drives over to her home, following her directions until he stops in front of her building.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 06:19:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stood from the table as he did. She thanked the staff as they walked by, her hand resting on the bend of his arm as he led her from the restaurant. She had to admit, this evening had turned out nothing like she thought it would. <br><br>She moved to sit when he opened the car door for her, thanking him softly. She pulled the seat belt and fastened it. She waited for him to get in and start the car. She clasped her hands together on her lap as she leaned over and kissed his cheek softly. “Thank you for a wonderful evening.” She said, a bright smile on her lips.<br><br>It didn’t take long for them to arrive at her apartment building. Truth be told, she didn’t want to go inside. She didn’t want to go from the pleasure of his company to the empty apartment that waited for her. She looked over at him, hoping to stall a bit.<strong> “Tomorrow then?”</strong> She asked.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 05:17:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginald catches the hopeful note in her voice, and the first thing he thinks is 'Captured!'.&nbsp; With a smile he takes a fore finger and takes her chin, tilting her face up towards his.&nbsp; After long seconds, the handsome man dips down and kisses the blond firmly on her mouth!&nbsp; After a while he breaks contact and smiles at her, "That would be pleasant, how about I meet you here at 7?"<br><br>Then he walks back to his car, and gets in.&nbsp; The engine starts and he begins to drive away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Long Standing Dream. [Me and Mrs. No6]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tears in the Rain</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 05:23:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed a bit, thinking she was sounding too eager. But, all thoughts of that vanished as soon as he took her chin and tilted her face. She welcomed the touch of his lips and moved a half step closer to him. <br><br>She opened her eyes and looked up at him once the kiss was over. There was a dreamy quality in her eyes as she smile. <strong>“Yes, seven.”</strong> <br><br>She watched him walk away. A part of her, a strong part of her, wanted to call him back and ask him if he wanted to stay for a drink or something, but she didn’t want to sound desperate. She couldn’t help but feel a slightly hallow feeling when he was gone though, like something important was missing.<br><br>
			</dd>
		</dl>
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