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 Art In Its Many Forms, Artemis/Rurik/Closed
Callista Kane
 Posted: Jan 9 2018, 02:30 AM
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The city had been Callista and Dante’s playground from a young age. It eventually became their Kingdom. It was literally her brother’s Kingdom at the moment. Governor Kane. It had a ring to it, didn’t it? She was so proud of him. She couldn’t express how proud she was. The pair of them had worked so hard from a young age to move up in this world that just liked to put people down. Her brother now had true power. With the snap of his fingers he could have from something done. She was going to leech off this somehow. He probably already knew this. Twin telepathy and all that. It felt good to have New York City feeding out of the palm of the Kane’s. Currently, life was very good.

Callista wasn’t in the office today. Paperwork wasn’t calling her name. She had stayed late to make sure she could have a day off today. Well, even if she hadn’t gotten done what she wanted to do she still would have taken the day off. She never took time off for herself. Working hard was one of her vices. It kept her distracted from the loneliness she felt in the pit of her stomach. Today she wouldn’t sit in her condo drowning her woes in a bottle of cheap white wine. No. Instead she would go out on a journey. Where? She didn’t know.

She did have a free voucher to the MoMA. They were throwing a charity gala here in a couple of weeks and had sent them out to those who could donate. It was some sort of bribe to come in a couple of weeks and donate a decent chunk of change. Well, it had worked because that’s where she told the taxi to take her. Maybe it would be such a horrible idea to look at a collection of priceless art. As a kid, her private school took them on a field trip of a museum every year. The Museum of Modern Art just so happened to her be her favorite one. She could remember finding her twin to walk around with and escaping from their designated groups along with other kids who thought they were pretty cool. The pair did have quite the following.

The taxi pulled up in front of the museum and the she paid the driver with a lovely tip. She stood in front of the building and gazed up at the glass covered front. She headed inside of the building and traded in her voucher for a ticket. She wasn’t a huge appreciator of art. It was mainly because sometimes she just didn’t understand it. She did understand when something was pleasing to the eye. Maybe the meaning was lost in communication, but knew when things were pretty looking.

She moved through the museum quietly. People were whispering quietly to each other or just silently observing. She did the latter. She picked out things she liked and didn’t like. One she definitely knew she liked was Van Gogh’s Starry Night. It was always just so relaxing to look at. It was simple, but there was so much more to it.


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Rurik Ivashkov
 Posted: Jan 10 2018, 09:30 PM
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Rurik may hate nearly everything about his upbringing, but the one thing he could not fault his father for was providing him with a classical education. He had a refined appreciation for the arts and while he thoroughly enjoyed some of the less savory aspects of society, his love of true beauty had never diminished. He could spend hours staring at a great masterpiece, taking comfort in the emotional way life was portrayed through the eyes of others. And as an immortal being who was granted all the time in the world, he took no issue with spending his time leisurely staring at a his favorite pieces while the world kept on turning. Unfortunately, some of the works he found himself most drawn to happened to be housed in one of the most famous art museums in the world. At first he was alright with simply paying visits to his pieces every so often but a familiar itch had began to raise within him and he sensed it was time for a more permanent solution.

There was one piece in particular he had his eye on. It was a Jackson Pollock painting titled “The She-Wolf,” and despite the irony of a vampire being drawn to any depiction of a wolf, he found himself lost in the intricacy of the piece. There was simply something about appealed to him. There was a brutality in it that mimicked the true nature of life but there was also beauty melded within the chaos. He simply had to have it in his possession.

Making preparations for a heist was something he excelled at. He had a mind for details and the patience of a saint when he set his mind to accomplish a goal. Tonight was to be the first of many reconnaissance outings where he would map out the crucial elements; entrances, exits, surveillance systems, guard schedule, etc. At this stage in his life, he was an expert at his craft and had to give very little thought to the necessities required for the task at hand. He simply did what he had to do and it always came together nice and neatly.

For tonight’s outing, he intended to play the part of casual museum attendee and view the piece as he normally would. It always helped to spend time in the actual location, if only to get a feel for the room prior to the night of, lest some unexpected complications arise. Of course, he had been to the viewing room many times before, but never with the intention of thievery.

He arrived at the museum after nightfall and made his donation as per usual before leisurely strolling in. This place was a thing of beauty. He might not be a poet like his father, but he felt inspiration seize him whenever he was surrounded by such masterpieces. True, he might have preferred the majority of the pieces housed in the Metropolitan Museum of Art (given his classical education, he could not help but favor the more traditional visual arts), but there was no denying the greatness of the MoMa. This building housed one of the greatest pieces ever put to paint; Van Gogh’s “The Starry Night.” Now that was a piece that he could lose himself in. To see through the eyes of a mortal and be able to witness so much beauty in a singular moment; it was simply incredible.

Rurik hadn’t intended to view any other pieces this particular evening, but once he found himself in the building, he could not help but take a small detour. The singular beauty of Van Gogh’s greatest work called to him and who was he to deny the wishes of a master?

When he arrived in the room that housed the piece, he was completely unsurprised to see other observers present. He wasn’t disappointed by the lack of privacy. After all, it would be a shame if such beautiful works were left without the proper admiration.

Rurik walked forward, intending to silently observe as he usually did when something caught his eye. Or rather, someone. He might be a great lover of art, but he was also a great lover of beautiful women and standing before him happened to be a creature of exceptional beauty. In that moment, he felt he could forgo the beauty of Van Gogh and Pollock if instead, he could take in the exquisite beauty before him.

“Lovely, isn’t it?” He spoke quietly as to not disturb the tranquility of the room, but also not to catch her completely off-guard. “There aren’t many pieces that so completely captivate an audience, but this is certainly one of them.” Rurik stepped forward, his lips quirking into a half smile as he drank in the view. Lovely. Exceptionally lovely. If he were a less experienced man, he would now feed her a line about how the piece that drew them both there could not compare to her beauty, but he was no novice in the art of seduction. Besides, a woman with eyes that clever would never take interest in a man with so little tact. No, he had a subtler way to begin.

“What do you think?” He paused just long enough to ‘catch’ himself for intruding on her solitude and then, chuckling, he stepped back ever so slightly to give her space. “I apologize Miss. I should not disturb your peace.”



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Callista Kane
 Posted: Jan 17 2018, 03:24 PM
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Both Callista and her twin brother attended private school together then were both pulled and home schooled when her powers were awakened. Their parents never wanted to separate them because they knew how important it was for twins to stay together. They had made the right decision. From there they were tutored from home and Callista sat through extra courses in magic while Dante was sentenced to homework. She had sort of felt bad for him, but not really. She had more homework than he did because of magic so in the end, was it really fair? Some would beg to differ. It was nothing compared to the school the handsome Vampire beside her had to go through, but when you were gifted mysterious powers that could settle between element powers and powers that dealt with illusion… There was plenty of studying she needed to be doing. Or at least that was what her father had told her every time he caught her not doing what he thought she should be doing. She would always roll those hazel eyes and go back to whatever she was doing.

She had never been talented in the arts. She couldn’t draw to save her life, she had not a clue what to do with a paint brush, and picking up any musical instrument was like visiting an alien planet. Just glancing at sheet music made her want to go back to the comfort of her boring Grimoires. She was better with her words. She sweettalked people for a living. She usually didn’t fail when it came to making deals and getting what she wanted after some back and forth. When she did fail to make a deal or sway someone it was a very bad day. She didn’t throw a temper tantrum… No. She handled it with grace in front of others, however in private she kicked herself. When she was younger she had her father to disappoint, but now she could only disappoint herself since there was nobody above her.

Even though she wasn’t talented in the arts, she admired people who were. She liked listening to things that were pleasing to the ear. She liked looking at visually pleasing things. Since she was little she had been exposed to all the things an upper-class child should. Musicals, symphonies, museums, charity balls, the works. Although one wouldn’t be able to tell considering her reckless love life and relentless flirting. Maybe she didn’t carry herself like a lady, but her twin brother certainly was far from being a perfect man. Well, he was now. A business owner, state governor, charming. Any lady would be lucky.

Her hazel stare was trained on Starry Night as the handsome stranger came up beside her. She didn’t glance at him yet. His soft words hinted at a Russian accent which perked her interest. Dante dealt with Russian quite frequently and had helped him with them when she was at Kane Corp so she could tell a Russian accent from anywhere. “It is breath taking.” She said softly and glanced at the male as he stepped forward. Oh, he was handsome alright. He was a finely sculpted man with eyes a crimson red. Vampire. She seemed to be attracting several of those these days. She didn’t mind though. As long as they meant her no harm then there was nothing wrong with messing around. “It’s one of my favorites.” She murmured, her eyes flickering back to the painting before them.

“Don’t worry. I don’t mind. I think I can make an acceptance for this one interruption.” She smirked slightly and peered at the male beside her. Ladies must clamor at this one’s feet for attention of all sorts. “I read somewhere that Van Gogh unknowingly mapped out the stars when he painted it.” She remarked, turning to face him slightly to get a better look at her company.


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Rurik Ivashkov
 Posted: Jan 20 2018, 04:50 PM
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Now Rurik was something of a connoisseur for female beauty. Having lived for several hundred years with little to occupy his attention besides his own whims, he had made a career out of seducing all manner of beautiful women. Throughout all that time and experimentation, he found that he had no particular preference for ethnicity, hair, or eye-color as all could be beautiful when settled on the right features. That being said however, he found he rather liked the way this creature’s honey-brown waves cascaded down across her sun-kissed neck, curling prettily along the edges. On its own, it made a rather fetching picture but combined with those clever hazel eyes that looked as if they held all the secrets of the universe; now that was positively devastating.

Rurik could tell from a single look that she knew precisely what he was playing at. She was an intelligent one, that was for certain, but she made no attempt to shut him down. Instead, her response seemed to grant him subtle permission to continue his advances, if only to see if he kept her interest. Rurik’s smile widened ever so slightly when he recognized the hint of a challenge in her demeanor. This woman was not waiting to be swept off her feet by some illusion of a knight in shining armor. Oh no. She was a woman who was looking to be entertained by a man that could potentially match wits with her. She was a woman who was used to the usual bluster and was looking for substance beyond the incomprehensible bragging. In short, she was looking for him.

“Only this one interruption?” He teased, eyes dancing with amusement as he took the chance to step closer once more. “Unfortunate. I find that viewing art is far more enjoyable when experienced with another person’s views to help illuminate their true beauty.” Rurik, now standing beside her, turned his full attention to the painting once more. It truly was a thing of beauty; he could scarcely think of a more stunning backdrop in which to have this introduction. “He saw beauty in the heavens and immortalized it within canvas. It is a feat that many have attempted, but few with such mastery. There will never be another like it in this world.”

Rurik said nothing for a few moments, letting the silence fill the air as he appeared to contemplate the masterpiece before him. He doubted the women was fooled by the act, but with any luck, he amused her with his finesse.

“Tell me,” He began after a few moments of silence. “Do you enjoy other forms of art?” Rurik tilted his neck as he looked at her, his lips quirked up into his usual half smile. “If so, I have a proposition for you, if you don’t mind me being too forward.” Then, as if he had only just remembered himself, he pivoted on his feet so he was facing her, raising an hand to his heart in apology. “Forgive my manners.” And with that, he dropped into a formal bow that was befitting the old Russian ballrooms of his youth. No matter how many years had passed since then, he could never quite kick his old habits. But then, a woman could appreciate the finery of polished manners. “I am Rurik Ivashkov.” His smirk erupted into a full grin as he stared up at the woman with twinkling red eyes framed with the black fringe of his hair. “May I have the pleasure of knowing to whom I am addressing?”



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Callista Kane
 Posted: Jan 22 2018, 04:29 PM
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Callista Kane was no stranger to the male species. She liked to think she knew how to their brains works and why they did things. Both of their brains that is. She had observed her twin brother over the years and used that to try to forward her research. She wasn’t much of an observer when it came to other men though. She was a bit more hands on these days. She knew all the tricks in the book and all the cheesy pick up lines. She’d met the feeble minded and the overly enthusiastic. Then there were the men who didn’t catch hints and the ones who were determined to get into her pants. None of those men ever succeeded with her.

She wasn’t oblivious to the world around her. She knew when a man was coming onto her. She didn’t usually play dumb either. She wasn’t some babbling blonde who twirled her hair around her finger and hung a a handsome mans every word. She was much more intelligent than that. If they could dish it then they could take it, right? She wanted a man who wasn’t afraid of a strong and independent woman. Loads of men were. They wanted to take care of their woman make them do as they pleased. She wasn’t one of those woman. She had her own business, her own social life, her own goals. She needed someone who could respect her and and what she wanted in life. She didn’t need to be to be taken care of… what she wanted was some who cared about her.

She wasn’t ready for that kind of thing though. Settling down wasn’t something she was looking for any time soon. As much as she wanted to feel like someone loved and cared about her, she wasn’t willing to let go of her freedom in that way yet. She didn’t want the pressure of having to get married or have children. Well, if the man she decided to be with could have children with her. That was all jumping the gun though. She wasn’t looking for any of that. Just merely experimenting when the opportunity presented itself. There was a pretty handsome and mesmerizing opportunity was presenting itself to her right now.

Her hazel stare flickered up to him, meeting his amused gaze as he dared to step closer to her to test the waters. She didn’t step away or move closer. She just stood where she was, allowing him to do as he pleased. She didn’t mind the closeness. He seemed to know what he was doing which was always a plus. “You count as one interruption. Anybody else will be ignored.” She said with a delicate shrug. There was no way she could turn him away. She was already drawn in and she would see this through till the end. Nothing like a good evening flirt to pass the time. “I do enjoy discussing art with others. Bouncing ideas and opinions off of others helps us come to a conclusions and stimulates further and higher thought.” She said, peering over at the painting as he did. His words were poetic and they flowed like smooth river from his lips. She just stared at the painting in awe. “No. There will never be another like it.” She said softly, blinking and composing herself.

She stood in the silence just observing the painting before them. Suddenly it was even more beautiful than before. He had done it. He had captivated her with his beautiful words and held her attention. She cleared her throat and blinked a couple of times, looking away from him for a moment compose herself.

When he broke the silence, she looked up at him with a thoughtful expression. She listened to him quietly, tilting her head just a bit as he spoke. “I do enjoy all forms of art. I’ll generally give anything a try once.” She said, curious about his proposition. A smile moved over her nude painted lips. “Go ahead. I’m all ears.” He caught her off guard a bit and easily moved to be in front of her. She raised an eyebrow as he dropped into a formal bow. It was surprising, but refresh. He was a little old fashioned, but she appreciated it. It was almost refreshing for her to encounter someone with such manners. It was a new situation for her though. She’d never been bowed to before.

Ivashkov. Where has she heard that name before… It was familiar. Was it from one of her connections? She’d definitely never met his handsome man before or anybody with the last name. But she knew it. It was distinctive. It was probably a name she heard at a meeting. Something brief in passing. Well, at least she had something to do with her night now. She’d make a couple call later, but there was nothing wrong with enjoying the moment. She glanced down Rurik and smiled softly in amusement. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Rurik.” She said, unsure what to do. So she offered her hand in a delicate and soft manner. “I am Callista Kane.”


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Rurik Ivashkov
 Posted: Jan 28 2018, 11:03 PM
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Rurik loved women; that was simply a fact of life. In his humble opinion, women were creatures more otherworldly and mysterious then even the most ancient of dragons. They had this manner of moving that had him completely captivated and even with his frequent womanizing over the past three hundred years, he had never quite uncovered the secrets of their gender. In every women, he found something new that drew him in and helped to construct an entirely unique experience from start to finish. It was women and their almost mythic selves that had prevented his immortal life from becoming stagnant and unbearable. All it took were the eyes of a pretty woman cast his way and he was satisfied with what he had built for himself since his untimely demise.

That was the lie he told himself anyway.

He felt no satisfaction for what he had because he had nothing of value. Oh sure, he loved women and he enjoyed their company for evenings of carnal pleasure, but he felt no true deliverance in their brief, meaningless contact. It was just sex; something to pass the time in between salvaging his broken relationship with his sister and avoiding the parents that had brought this misfortune down upon all of their heads. And whenever he met someone new, there was always this brief moment when all he could do was search for the face of the woman he once believed he loved. In vain he tried to find her in the faces of strangers. He looked for something, anything familiar that could call her back to him, but nothing ever did. He had once claimed to love her and yet, her face had faded away completely within the cruel depths of his own mind. She might have been real once, but he no longer had any solid memory of her, so who was to say that she had ever existed at all?

Love was a fickle mistress. When he was young and alive, he believed he understood what love had meant, but death and chaos claimed his soul and before long, he lost all recollection of real love. He tried to supplement it with a cheap imitation, but it never satisfied the craving he had for genuine affection. Rurik was no fool though. He knew that pathway had been permanently closed to him the moment death took him within its grasp. There was no redemption for him.

All of this he knew, but that never stopped that small, weak part of him from hoping for more. And when the woman’s clever eyes danced over to meet his for the briefest moment, he felt that familiar, traitorous idea of ‘what if’ cross his mind before he shoved it away again. He did not live in a world of what if’s. He only had access to the here and now and that is what he needed to focus on. Anything beyond that was pure fantasy.

Now that, Rurik thought to himself as a grin slowly tugged at his lips, was a definite invitation. This woman was giving him explicit permission to continue and whatever reservations he might have had in attempting to pursue her (few as they were) he dropped in an instant. Now the games could truly begin.

Rurik watched her carefully from the corner of his gaze as she surrendered herself over to the majesty of the piece. He could tell she was a well-educated woman who was well-aware of the technical beauty of such works but she had never given herself much opportunity to understand the emotional complexity that could be found on canvas. In those brief moments however, he saw a shift in her understanding and he knew, for the briefest of moments, she understood something deep and utterly personal. Out of respect however, he turned his gaze away and let her keep that moment for herself.

When she finally responded to his query, he smiled. “Open-minded then. Lovely.” He didn’t say more on the subject quite yet as introductions were far more vital at that point in time. He was after all, a gentleman at heart and he couldn’t very well ask a lady anything without first giving a name. The bow might have been unnecessary, but manners were a tough habit to kick and there was a part of him that never felt quite right talking to a lady without first showing her the proper respect. Besides, he had never met a woman who didn’t secretly enjoy the prospect of true gentlemanly manners. They weren't exactly common nowadays.

As to be expected, the woman wasn’t too thrown off by his somewhat unorthodox display and she responded with a greeting of her own. He grinned when she presented her hand and, without missing a beat, he caught it lightly within his own.“Enchanted Lady Callista,” He said, holding her hand close as his lips spread to reveal his fangs before pressing a kiss against the curve of her knuckles “Simply enchanted.”

With that, he dropped her hand and straightened up, standing much closer than he had been originally. To some, it might have been intimidating to be so near a vampire, but he had a feeling this woman could handle the element of danger.

“I know of a rather lovely dance venue in town. The music isn’t too loud and the ambiance is pleasant.” He tilted his head and quirked his lips up in an expression of mocking innocence. Given his species, he could never quite pull off a truly honest expression so at some point, he simply stopped trying. “If you would do me the honor, I would love to escort you there this evening. Dancing is one of my favorite art forms although I find it is impossible to enjoy without a partner.” Although he didn't say it, finding a partner was never a challenge. Finding a suitable partner however, was a much greater task. He had no real reason to believe that this Callista Kane was an accomplished dancer, but he knew he would enjoy himself all the same.

“With your permission, I could take us there now by means of my own shortcut. Although, I can understand if you are not comfortable with that.” Rurik wasn’t sure why, but he rather enjoyed whisking ladies away with tracing. The skill was a great convenience for him and for those willing to brave the waters, it was quite thrilling. He couldn't say if she would let him do it though. She had absolutely no reason to trust him and if his intentions turned out to be false, she would be completely at his mercy. Not that he planned to do anything other than what he said, but she couldn’t know that. Only a fool would believe a vampire at face value. “I promise I would take you to the establishment and nowhere else. You would be entirely safe. Although, I cannot promise I won’t enjoy the sensation of having you pressed against me.” He grinned, red eyes flashing in teasing humor. “I am only a man after all.”



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Callista didn’t believe in fairytales. She didn’t believe that there were these perfect men out there who just wanted to spoil woman rotten and love them with all of their being. She had seen it, but she didn’t think it could happen for everybody. Maybe she believed she didn’t deserve it. Her example of a happily married couple was her mother and father. They loved each other very much. It was obvious growing up that they did. Her father would bring their mother home a single rose every now and then. Not a bouquet, just one. When she had grown old enough to be curious about the roses her mother just smiled and looked as if she was looking back on her life. She was in the present one minute then in the end she had been teleported to the past. Then she said that the single roses represented the amount of times of meeting it took for her father to realize he would marry her. Just once. Callista had thought it was the most romantic thing she had ever heard. Even now she thought it was a beautiful story.

But those type of things didn’t have every day. Maybe deep down that’s what she really wanted. Maybe she did want a man who could remember everything about the moment they met or the moment he knew that he never wanted to let her go. It sounded pretty good… and too good to be true. She hadn’t met a single man yet that she could say she wanted to explore something with. They were all just something she could surrender to for a little while. Maybe she thought by allowing men to just take pleasure in her body she could fill the thoughts of ‘what if.’ What if’s were for children though. She didn’t need to be waiting for on her balcony for a man to come and rescue her. She wasn’t laying in a coma waiting for that special someone to wake her. No. She was forging her own path in the world. If a man couldn’t keep up with that and accept her independent streak then they weren’t for her.

In summary, Callista had no a clue what she wanted. She had wrecked her brain for so long, trying to figure out what she wanted in a suitable mate. Maybe the only thing she wanted was to feel loved and be loved. Maybe that was the only thing she was truly looking for. Love. She rode the fine line between love and lust, confusing the two along the way. In an attempt to define them both she had lost herself and gave into the need to just find pleasure. Relief of sorts. It temporarily filling that hole she didn’t realize she had been so desperately looking to fill. None of this she knew of course. She was just blindly searching frantically in the dark for this thing that she was missing. She was grasping at straws and just guessing that certain things would fill that need. Alcohol seemed to do the trick though. It allowed her to just float away and fill that hole before it was absorbed and she was empty again.

She had given permission for this male to pursue her. It seemed to be exactly what he was looking for considering he jumped in head first. He was strange for sure. Well, maybe strange wasn’t the right word. Different. Yes. That was it. He was different. She was beginning to wonder what fairytale he had stepped out of. She wanted to look around and ask if someone had lost their handsome Russian Prince. He had definitely caught her attention though because she was speechless for the most part. This was a rarity.

His unorthodox greeting had certainly caught her off guard. She couldn’t remember that last time someone bowed to her. She hadn’t been called a Lady either. It was always Ms. Kane or Callista. Calli was reserved for family members only. Although she kind of liked the sound of ‘Lady Callista.’ It sounded much better than Ms. Kane at the moment. He was quick to take her hand in his and press a soft kiss against her knuckles. She wasn’t sure what more to say in the moment. She just gazed up at him as he stood and stepped closer to her.

There was an air of danger and excited to this man. The last vampire she was with had certainly been a bad choice on her end. She hadn’t lost total faith on the species. One man wasn’t a representative of the species. Finn had just caught at the right moment in time. This man though, Mr. Ivashkov, had certainly taken her by surprise. It was spontaneous and just crazy enough that she wanted to see where this would all lead. She just needed to keep her wits about her. She didn’t want to become someone’s next victim.

She listened as he introduced the idea of a dance venue in town that he fancied. He was efficient in asking her to come with him. He didn’t waste her time with tortuous small talk or hinted at wanted to take her out. A man who knew what he wanted. It was refreshing. He was rather close to her, but she didn’t mind. She wasn’t intimidated very easily. It took a lot to make her nervous or scared, but she knew when danger was lurking. There didn’t seemed to be any danger here though. She was rather curious to be honest. How could she not be? It wasn’t the first time a man had tried to ask her out, but Rurik was different and she could tell right away that it would be an interesting evening if she went with him.

She contemplated his offer to trace her there. She’d never been traced anywhere before so she couldn’t imagine the feeling. It was magic of its own fueled by strength of Lucifer himself. Oh, how that was a huge mistake on his part. Hell’s one and only angel probably regretted that decision as he watched his precious creations flee from him.

After a few moments of silence and contemplation from her, she peered up at him and held his gaze. Her lips curled in a smile. “You make me curious Rurik.” She said softly. She didn’t feel like a deer in head lights… No, but had guard her off guard. She was supposed to be having a quiet and relaxing evening, but she welcomed this little surprise. What was life without some surprises? “I must warn you. I’m not much of a dancer, but I can follow the lead of a man who knows the way. For your sake I hope you know the way.” She jested. It did sound as if she wanted to go with him which she did. He had assured her that he could safely take her there without a hitch. Her last vampire had promise a night of fun, but sadly he disappointed after not being able to control his urges. He hadn’t bitten her, but the danger was there and obvious and she wasn’t going to be his next victim. She smirked at his comment about enjoying sensation of her being pressed up against him.

“I would be honored to accompany such a gentleman this evening.” She said while keeping her composure. “I have no reason to believe you. I know your name and that you probably enjoy dancing when thinking about your invitation. That’s just an assumption. You could absolutely hate dancing, but use it to just get all the ladies.” She said with a simple shrug. “However… What’s life without taking a couple of chances?” She said, stepping closer to him. There were just a couple of inches between them. “So hold me tight. Maybe I’ll enjoy it just as much as you will.”


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The rational part of Rurik knew that he would never see Elizaveta again. He had searched for her in the faces of thousands of women during his extended lifetime but he had yet to see a glimmer of familiarity within any of them. But still he searched; as if the right face would bring the memory of her back to him and reassure him that his soul had not been lost to darkness. Even now as he stared at Callista, he looked for a love drowned in the chaos of his own mind. But, as always, he did not see her, whoever she had once been. Instead, all he saw was the face of a beautiful young woman; completely unknown to him but still beautiful regardless. And in a brief moment, he wondered what she would have thought of him searching for someone else in her eyes. He wondered if she too had experienced the sting of everlasting loss and if she sought familiarity within the face of a stranger. He wondered if other people agonized over past mistakes the way he did. He wondered if there was ever a way to truly quiet the demons in his own mind.

Rurik did not dwell on these thoughts however. After so many years of mulling over the same questions without ever reaching a conclusion, he had become used to ignoring the pressing weight of his own insecurities.

Rurik had no reason to believe that she would take him up on his offer. This woman was obviously intelligent and an intelligent woman was unlikely to take his word simply because he paid her a few pretty compliments. Nor should she trust him outright. He was not only a stranger, but a vampire and his species was not exactly known for honesty. Yet, her expression was contemplative, as if she was honestly considering going with him. He wasn’t sure quite what to make of that, but it sparked his curiosity. While he didn’t thrive off of the fear of others, he was used to causing some level of discomfort wherever he went simply because of what he was. Over the years he had gotten used to it and took no offense when women were a little skittish after meeting him because they weren’t yet certain of his intentions. But this woman, although obviously surprised by his boldness, did not appear to be terribly concerned about her safety. Why was that he wondered; unless she had some sort of reassurance that he would not harm her. It was just an inkling, but Rurik believed that there was more to Ms. Callista Kane then met the eye.

His smile grew when she announced that he had interested her. For a woman who looked like she had the world at her feet, he imagined that was no easy accomplishment. Although it was her ‘warning’ that made him chuckle. “Are we merely discussing dancing or something else entirely?” He asked with a hint mischief in his eyes. “In either case, rest assured I will more then meet your expectations.”

Then came the moment. Rurik stayed perfectly still, watching her carefully as she verbalized all the reasons she had not to trust him. He nodded in response, seeing no reason to dispute her perfectly logical deductions. She was right on all accounts. For all she knew, he could be lying and this was all some elaborate way to ensnare a pretty woman to do with what he liked. All of this she knew and yet, for reasons he could only guess, she announced that she would indeed go with him.

Well, who was he to question her choices? She had made the decision and now he had to do his promised part. “As you wish then my lady.” And with that, Rurik closed the minimal space between them by wrapping an arm around her waist, bringing her close to him. Some men would have taken this chance to casually feel the woman up, but he kept his hold chaste and secure. He saw no reason to push the boundaries and frankly, he had no respect for beings that forced others to satisfy their own needs. Those creatures were sloppy, lazy, and disrespectful and he had no intention of emulating them. First and foremost, he was a gentleman. “You may wish to close your eyes,” He warned as he placed a careful hand against her hair as he tucked her head safely beneath his chin. “It can be disorienting.”

And with that final warning, Rurik traced them away from the art museum to the outer doors of the dance venue. But rather than immediately pull away, Rurik took care when loosening his grip least she did feel woozy. Humans all experienced tracing differently. Some had said it was like riding in a plane when you suddenly hit an air pocket while others likened it to being upside-down on a roller-coaster. Truthfully though, there was no experience to match it and when he was first changed, it had taken some time for him to become used to his new abilities. He could remember those early years when tracing had made him woozy but now, the only effort he exerted was the amount of energy it took to construct the thought of where he wished to go.

“How are you feeling? Not too dizzy?” He asked, still careful not to let his support falter lest she fall.



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Callista was a fairly observant person. It was something her power had taught her. You needed to be observant in order to weave a perfect illusion. Well, as perfect as you could get one. You had to be able to build something from nothing and get every detail possible right. If there was one major flaw in your illusion the whole thing could crumble and you could be found out. She needed to know her subject down to the molecular level. So she observed. She watched. She took in all the took she could until she was confident she could weave something just as realistic as the real thing. She wasn’t the best illusionist out there, but she liked to thing she could weave pretty good illusions. Convincing ones at that.

She had been able to notice the vampires searching gaze. He wasn’t just studying her and taking in her beauty. If it took him this long to realize he was enjoying the view then there was seriously a problem. But he was looking for something. What it was he was looking for, she didn’t know. She wasn’t a mind reader, just observant. It was none of her business though. He was just a mere stranger. She was curious, but it wasn’t her place to ask questions like that. Regardless though, she was curious about this man in general. He was different. Much different. She wasn’t about to let such a rarity get away from her until she was satisfied.

That glint of mischief in his eye encouraged the smirk that spread across his lips. She couldn’t help, but laugh just a little bit. “I’m still talking about dancing… I have not an idea what you are referencing Mr. Ivashkov.” She teased. She tried to make her expression read innocence, but it never quite reached her hazel eyes that reflected his mischievous gaze. “I’ve had men promise me the moon and stars then quickly disappoint… Don’t disappoint me.” She said in a mostly playful fashion. She was quite tired of being disappointed by men. She just needed someone who could keep up with her or please her. That was all she wanted. Was it too much to ask?

Callista wasn’t sure what she was doing. She was captivated by this stranger and obviously not thinking straight. She had said that he could trace her away to an undisclosed location. She could here her twin in her head yelling at her and telling her how dumb and irresponsible she was being with her safety. Maybe she needed to have bodyguards follow her around. Maybe they would keep her from making all these ridiculous decisions. Maybe she would hire a couple of werewolves to keep the vampires at bay. She did stupid things around vampires like bring them into her home where they could trace in at their convenience or let them trace her where ever they pleased.

She almost immediately regretted her decision. She was kicking herself. She almost placed her hands on his chest to get him to let go of her, but before she knew it he was neatly tucking her against him. He arm was wrapped around her waist and not feeling around her body. He held her close to his person and gently caressed her head into place under his chin. Her heart raced in her chest. Everything in her mind told her to just rip away from him and tell him she wanted to take a most tradition way of transportation to this venue, but she didn’t. Something told her to just relax and that he wasn’t going to hurt her. She peered up at him as he warned her about closing her eyes. She did so and nuzzle up close to him.

She couldn’t describe the feeling. It wasn’t like anything else she’d ever felt. Just suddenly they were there in the museum then suddenly they were outside of a building. It was a moment of nothingness. A moment where all the care and bothers in the world weren’t there. It was a moment where for just a spit second, she could actually here herself think. She finally opened her eyes after a moment of having her feet on the ground again and lifted her head from his chest. She peered around them for a moment. His grip around her waist had loosened slightly. She blinked a handful of times and stumbled a bit, falling back into his chest. “Maybe a little dizzy…” She admitted. She rested her hands on his chest and steadied herself on her feet. It probably didn’t help that she was wearing heels. She closed her eyes and just breathed for a moment, steadying her racing heart. After a moment, she opened her eyes and pulled back from him. She stumbled a little bit, but caught herself on his arm. “Maybe a lot dizzy.” She said, glancing up at him with her best smile.


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In his limited experience, humans had a variety of different reactions to tracing. Some hardly noticed the sudden shift in reality and others endured intense nausea and vomiting. While it didn’t appear that Callista was ready to throw up (something he was grateful for), she did appear to be experiencing a stronger sense of disorientation and dizziness than most. When she attempted to steady herself, Rurik ignored his better judgement and allowed her to pull away from him sooner than he would have liked, but he kept his arms extended least she stumble. And stumble she did, although she managed to catch herself on his arm before he could intervene. A quick survey was enough to confirm that despite that pretty smile she gave him, she was nowhere close to being able to walk, especially in those death-trap heels she wore.

“I do apologize. Tracing can be a bit jarring.” He said carefully, feeling a bit guilty about having rendered the confident woman so uncomfortable. That had not been his intention in the slightest and he hoped that this spell of dizziness passed quickly. Despite not having known her for very long, he found the sight of her helpless uncomfortable to witness; it didn’t quite fit with the strength of her personality from earlier. That being said however, he had absolutely no intention of simply standing by as she collected herself after the shocking new experience. He was raised as a gentleman and it would be utterly shameful if he didn’t step up and assist the lady in her time of distress.

So, true to protocol, Rurik took action. He stepped forward and curved the arm that she was not currently using to support her back while the other he carefully removed from her grip. Then, quickly bending down, he tucked it behind her knees and straightened up, bringing her up to his chest. Normally, he wouldn’t be so forward, but he thought that given the circumstances, he would be forgiven. “I apologize for this as well,” He said as he walked towards the doorway of the club. “But please do allow me to help. This was my blunder after all.”

Thankfully, the hostess was prompt and opened the door when she saw him approach, negating the need to wrestle with the door as he held the woman in his arms.

Walking through the doorway, he made beeline for a table and carefully sat Callista down. He remained on one knee before her, carefully checking her face to ensure that he hadn’t missed anything. She was a bit on the pale side but it didn’t appear too serious. A few moments of rest and she should be back to normal. “Water,” He said once he was satisfied that she would recover. “Water will help. Please do excuse me.” Reaching down, he pressed a quick kiss against the back of her hand as a means of apology and a promise to return. Then, he rose to his feet, turned, and went off in search of a drink.

The venue he had chosen was not a typical New York club. While he did frequent such places, his upbringing and general taste was not well-suited for their so called choice of ‘entertainment.’ In contrast, this particular venue was quieter, classier, and was equipped with a large band that specialized in some of the classics he enjoyed best. Plus, the large dance floor was actually used for proper dancing rather than the lewd gyrations that passed as dancing nowadays. Even now, a few elegantly dressed older couples were moving about the dance floor in a style that was too young for him, but too old for the lady he had brought with him. It was strange how time went on and how fads changed. Humans had no memory of the traditions that had shaped his world and he was lost on some of the newer fads that had claimed their own existences. And yet the world kept turning.

Within minutes he had tracked down a waiter, ordered a glass of cool water, and made his way back to Callista’s side. He was not the type to meander around and leave a lady unaccompanied, especially when he was her escort. That was simply rude. “This isn’t the drink I would typically order a woman,” He prefaced as he set the glass before her, his lips quirking up into a half smile. “But I think we will have time to upgrade the drink choices later in the evening if you wish for something stronger.”

Rurik took the seat beside Callista and nodded towards the dance-floor as the sweet sounds of Debussy filled the room. He never grew tired of such music. The younger generations may find it dull, but for him, it was soothing in a way that nothing else was. It was like coming home again. “I did promise you dancing, didn’t I?” He said, his eyes flashing with mischief. “Although I am rather surprised you believed me. Most wouldn’t.”



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