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Post by Armand II on Mar 13, 2007 2:29:04 GMT 1
Near the back of the bar there was a series of tables, and I found myself tucked into the seat of one of them, gazing out at the bar, the stage, and the dance floor. I rather liked the view, as I was thus able to gaze out and keep an eye on everything that was going on around me.
The vitality of the place was somethat addictive, despite the reek of sweat and alcohol, and the sticky floors, the music far too loud.
At some level, I rather wished for some company to break the monotony of my night.
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Post by Sybelle on Mar 13, 2007 3:47:42 GMT 1
Making my way into the club yet again to play for my fans. I moved through the crowds at the back towards wall. I didn't want to be surrounded. Then I spotted him. Armand. I stopped no further than ten feet away, and waited for him to spot me.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2007 19:52:41 GMT 1
I had felt his presence from a mile away. I was not necessarily one of the strongest vampires, but after the fight with Akasha, I was able to at least maintain some semblance of strength. I had inherited the Mind Gift from Marius, and due to my age, I had been easily able to find him. Great minds think alike, I soon realized. Armand was nestled in the back of a bar. Is that what they were called? Si. I was sure that I was right. The scent was overwhelming, as was the music, but if this is where Armand was....
Well, I had not seen him in some time. I found it necessary to at least grant myself a "hello." Did Amadeo know I was alive? I doubted it. He would have tried to find me.
I had read the books. I knew of his latest immortal conquests. And yes, I was somewhat frightened by them. But at the core, I knew that he still had to be my precious, darling, red-haired angel.
I took to the bar, walking inside. And then, I could sense something else. Marius' blood. It had to be. I was surprised. How many vampires did my Maker intend to bring into the world? I repositioned the string of pearls that I still wore embedded in my hair before gathering the courage to approach him. I slipped into the chair opposite him before it completely registered what it was that I was doing.
My chin rested softly in my palm as I waited for him to notice, not only my presence but precisely my identity. The only way that I clued him in, and drug him from his little stare out into the dance floor, was the whispered name, "Amadeo...."
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Post by Mael on Mar 13, 2007 20:57:44 GMT 1
It was already odd that I find myself in this dirty and very smelly place again. How it brought back memories of such embarassing statutes that it nearly made me blush to even think of them. Moving around in the crowd I slipped my hood from upon my head and let it fall beneath the semi long hair that fell as the hood did upon my shoulders and looked around for anybody inparticular.
Oh I had been interested and very curious as whom would show their face in this place, besides Eudorus, he was the regular immortal tale chaser in this crowd but soon found myself staring at another. He was young in eternal beauty, trapped between those terrible ages of being a boy and man but still peaked my interest none the less.
I smiled as I neared but noticed two others as well, they were both petite, delicated like the flowers that bloomed in my old grove back home.
This is rather odd...maybe I should leave now before they notice me..
I thought to myself before walking over towards the three of them sitting there almost like marble statues at a worn down table.
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Post by Armand II on Mar 14, 2007 0:20:59 GMT 1
Ah, there she was. My stunning Sybelle, here to play for the crowd. How many nights had I watched her from this very table, careful to blend in and not be noticed. But tonight she noticed me, and I smiled encouragingly at her, a fond smile to let her know that despite my parental lapses, I still loved her beyond measure. Go, play for me tonight, my darling... I sent to her, not wishing to make her miss the opening of her performance. The mortals around were quivering in anticipation. And join me when you are finished, if you would do me the great pleasure.
I was so engrossed in watching the way my graceful child moved across the room that it took a soft voice to call my attention to the one that had seated herself at my very table. My first reaction was defensive, straightening up in my chair to face the intruder, for they were obviously powerful to have slipped past me, but when I saw who it was, I froze and could feel my face go blank. "Bianca?" I murmured softly, stunned. Yes, I thought I had seen her in Paris, but I had never been certain, more enjoying the idea than truly believing it, but here she was right in front of me. I reached across the table to clasp her wrist, to make sure she was solid and I was not just seeing ghosts again. I found myself at a loss for words as my eyes trailed over her customary pearls and I was glad at the distraction of a third immortal coming closer.
I knew Bianca would certainly understand, when I turned and looked with some surprise and amusement up at Mael. "Back here again? Please, do join us..." When completely at a loss, one can always retreat to formal and polite behavior, as I learned long ago. My hand clenched again around Bianca's wrist, letting her know she was not at all far from my thoughts.
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Post by Sybelle on Mar 14, 2007 3:21:54 GMT 1
I sighed as another woman sat down with him at his table. How long had they been coming here together? A night when all I wanted was to play and tell Armand my true feeligns for him. I lowered my head and made my way to the piano. Once there I sat down and just stared at the keys. It was like my mind forgot how to play. Seeing this other woman with my Armand...had really upset me.
Finally, I moved my fingers over the keys. Starting off with a sad sad tune. I played it on and on. The notes ascending and descending when needed. As I ended the song I didn't dare look up but everyone was cheering and clapping and I moved directly into the Appassionata. Playing it fiercely and hard. Yeah this was almost the message I was sending to Armand. That I was upset with him about this new woman.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2007 4:08:38 GMT 1
I saw the expression on his face and it was worth the journey there. I smiled at him, as lovingly as I had during our mortality, and just as suddenly, his attention was diverted. A lovely piano piece began to fill my ears, though its sorrow was evident. The player, the same lovely girl I caught with the feeling of Marius' blood, seemed so wistful. And suddenly, I understood why. She loved him. She truly loved him. Silently, I sent her a message.
Do not be intimidated, dear sister. I am not here for Amadeo's immortal love. I have his mortal. Merely allow me this reunion and I will take my leave of him.
I could feel Amadeo's hand tightening on my wrist, and it caused a placid smile to come over my features. To Amadeo, through the confines of his mind, I sent another message. Mio amore, this young girl desires your private attention. Shall we meet again later? I would not wish to come into your plans. I lay my hand deftly on top of his, and squeezed it gently. Ti amo. I have missed you.
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