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 Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 6:47 pm
Mallory heard knocking and an impatient voice. It was not his door being knocked upon, but he did not care. He welcomed the distraction from his own depressed thoughts. Mallory slipped the watch into his packet as he rose and went to his door. He opened it and called out to Franky. "Allo? Perhaps it is empty. You are in need of something?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 6:53 pm
"I am in need of a conference, I do not come to hurt, I am your side. Do you trust me or not? You should." Franky said matter of factually.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 6:58 pm
Al grinned. And walked further into the room. She started. "Asher is a, Solder and armor specialist, he just arrived about a half an hour ago. " She gestured to Dusk now. "The young lady's name is Dusk, She and her twin sister Dawn will be staying with us for awhile." She look down at Dusk and Asher, and gestured to the man standing next to her "This gentleman’s name is Alphonse, He and his son Mallory have stayed with us for some time. "
She yawned and covered her mouth with her hand. She had not spelt for a couple days and the tiredness was catching up with her. "Can I get anyone anything?" She asked and took an empty pitcher from the table. She held the clear glass in her hands and looked from face to face around the room. Her eyes finally rested on Alphonse's "Coffee?" she asked mostly because she wanted some herself but knew it would only make her more awake, but also more clumsy and Jumpy. What she really needed was sleep.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 6:59 pm
Mallory was taken aback by the words spoken to him. He had not expected such strange discourse from this young man. No... not a young man at all, Mallory realized belatedly. No matter; he did not wish his hesitation to be mistaken for mistrust and so he spoke hurriedly though his gaze did not meet Franky's. "I would assume as you are here in a place I am told is safe, I must then trust you, non?" He wanted to ask what manner of conference Franky was after, but decided that he would likely find out soon enough. Instead he respectfully inclined his head and introduced himself. "Mallory Davet Cloutier, at your service. And you are?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 7:04 pm
"I could not forgive myself if I kept you up on your feet even a moment longer, mademoiselle. You look ready to fall over." Oh, he would like to have her off her feet and in bed, already. Preferably with suitable company. Someday, Alphonse promised himself with a smile. "Please, we can surely fend for ourselves while you take a well earned rest. You agree, do you not?" The last he directs toward Asher and Dawn.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 7:12 pm
"Franky Falst, one of the higher ranking vampires. Let me in?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 7:17 pm
Mallory felt his first moment of trepidation. Higher ranking vampire? Was he one of those pushing forward this fool's war? This ridiculous entanglement that kept so many afraid to step one foot outside their homes? He asked none of this aloud, of course, only nodded and stepped aside.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 7:19 pm
Al sighed relieved. "I think I will go to bed now, But, Please you any of you need anything at all, don't hastate to come right in. My door is always unlocked." She set the pitcher back on the table and looked around one last time before retreating for her bedroom. The door was directly connected to the room and she closed it quietly behind her. She Crawled into her large warm poofy bed and covered herself with a light cotton sheet. She closed her eyes, but could not sleep. She could only think of things she should be doing.
Breakfast, dust the third floor, clean the windows, Laundry, Get the new boy settled in to a room, Yell at Nathaniel, Restock the medical supplies.... the list ran on and on. She tossed and turned, unable to be still. The tinny ounce of energy left in her refusing to go unused.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 7:20 pm
"No, I am not causing the war. Every vampire thinks this question, every time they are wrong. Get it?" He walked passed him, now in a slightly bad mood.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 7:29 pm
"Bon nuit, chère. The most pleasant of dreams to you." Alphonse settled himself in a chair, not quite ready to return to his room. Better to give the boy a moment to let off some steam.
"Mon dieu... Monsieur, my thoughts are my own. I ask that you respect this, s'il vous plait." It unnerved Mallory that someone would pluck his thoughts from the air without as much as please or thank you. And to then become offended? Mallory had tactfully kept his questions to himself; one who went searching among thoughts not his own surely had less right to offense. Mallory began putting the laundry away. Perhaps it was a little rude, but surely less so than the ultimate invasion of privacy this Franky had committed. "You wished to speak. By all means, do."
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 7:42 pm
Unable to sleep just yet, she sat up and flipped on the small light at her bedside. Al leaned over the edge of her bed and rummaged around until she found what she soot. It was a shoe box sized basket filled with books, Romance novels to be exact. She took up one that held a book mark and leaned back to start reading. She was half threw with the novel already and loved how well written it was. She read quickly her eyes skimming the page she was slightly embarrassed by her hobby but loved the stories.
She soon became engulfed in the book unable to tear herself away. The main character was a beautiful noble maiden who was being courted by a poor second son. Their love was strong but everything was staked against them. She was at the part in the book were the young lovers had crept away and were meeting by the light of the moon in a secret garden.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 8:10 pm
Al sighed; she closed the book and set it next to her. At times she felt very much alone. She had never had a lover and she was seen as only an enforcer to most of the people in the house. All of the guests saw her as a mother figure, she was sure. And she liked it that way, mostly. But at other times she wished that some one would give her any affection at all.
She turned off her light and layback, holding back tears. It was only right before sleep that she felt this way, and it always made her upset. She covered her face with her hands and waited for the feeling to pass, and yet it was all she could think about. Forty years at his side? And he still paid her no mind? It was Nathaniel she was confused most about. She spent most of her life working to keep his dreams of the safe house alive and he treated her as a mother. She sniffled quietly holding, back sobs.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 8:23 pm
With the close proximity of Alexia's room to the front hall, it was no surprise to Alphonse that he could hear her movements. What did surprise him was the soft, muffled sniffling. Was she crying? Impossible. What would sadden her so quickly? His curiosity and even a faint concern had Alphonse rising from his chair. He thought to knock, but then remembered Alexia's open invitation. What would happen at the worse? She would still be in that thin little nightie? He looked forward to it. Alphonse opens the door and steps. "Alexia, ma belle?" He inquires softly, closing the door behind him. "I hear the most concerning sounds. Is there anything the matter?" He invites himself to sit on the edge of Alexia's bed.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 8:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 8:35 pm
She looked up him tears running down her face. "You think I'm pretty, right?" She asked and wiped her eyes. She sat up and gazed into his eyes questioning his very soul. Her Jet black hair ran smoothly down her shoulders and back, and her face was pale except for the apples of her cheeks, that were flushed with color. She looked as if she were about to start crying again. "Right?" She quivered and put her hands down in her lap. "I'm not old looking?” She was feeling very insecure and she was convinced that no one liked her because of her appearance. "I Work very hard to not look old." she sniffled again and brushed the hair out of her face. She looked down and watched her hands. They were clean and well kept like every thing about her.
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