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Sebastian Burnett
 Posted: Feb 21 2018, 12:17 AM
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This place had required a drive to get to it, but looking up at the Brotherhood Winery he was glad it at least looked like it was a decent joint. At least it better. The bloke who had driven Sebastian here after he’d made his choice was like talking to a brick wall. For an agonizing hour and a half drive. Sebastian hadn’t even gotten a good look at the little lady in the red dress. From what he could tell, she was bloody gorgeous. However he couldn’t get one thing off his mind. That last name. Ivashkov. It was hard to mistake and he had a little bit of a hunch that something might be afoot when he heard that Russian accent. However the pictures he’d seen in his web search had been of a much younger girl. She was most certainly a woman, this Vivienne. Youthful looking. A vampire, obviously. He’d already pegged her for one.

Sebastian had already had the pleasure of meeting big brother. That had gone on swimmingly. Hissing a little at the memory of all those bites… Maybe baby sister was a lot less bitey that the prince shitlord. Still, the demon had spilled his guts to the driver the whole way here and the daft tosser had nothing to say. Nothing at all! Just kept his eyes on the road. So, for a majority of the ride Sebastian had FaceTimed with Liam and told him how he was in serious shit for daring him to do yet another social but maybe he would get pictures of this vampire princess he was about to go on a date with. No needs to be jealous, mate.

Telling the driver to go fuck himself as he shut the door, he looked around for the vehicle they had stuffed Vivienne in. Not seeing it yet, he wandered inside the winery. From what he could see, he liked the décor of this place. Rustic. Reminded him of places back home. Spotting some flowers on the front counter, Seb quickly approached them. These weren’t his usual pick of flower, that was for sure but he also hadn’t had any time to prepare. Not even caring if they were someone else’s gift or just some pretty floral decoration, Sebastian plucked the whole thing, vase and all. He then promptly turned and walked back out the front door just in time to see Vivienne’s car pull up.

When it came to a stop, he bent over to open the door for her. The demon then extended his arm for her to take and balance herself as she got out of the car. To be sure, there was no way she didn’t have excellent balance and grace but it was just the gentleman in him telling him to assist the lady. Giving a sarcastic ‘Thanks, mate.’ To the driver, he shut the car door. Now he could get a good look at this bird and damn was he glad about it. She was built like a man’s fantasy. He could also tell she was excited to be on the date with him. Bloody hell was she pretty but he’d literally just gotten a taste of her brother probably not even a week ago. Awkward. Then he started to wonder if this one was DTF and if so… she would ever consider adding a third that was her brother? Now there was an idea…

Presenting her with the small vase with roses. “I didn’t get to introduce myself before. My name is Sebastian Burnett. It’s so lovely to meet you, Vivienne.” Knowing her brother liked it when he was more charming, it couldn’t hurt here either. Taking one of her hands, he kissed the top of it before letting her have the hand back again. The demon was already wracking his brain for nicknames he could call this one… but first he needed to stop staring at her chest. Fuck those were nice though… Focus, Seb. Motioning towards the building, “Shall we? I hope you still enjoy wine tasting.” Wrapping an arm around her waist, he led Viv in the building so they could get a table for two. “Maybe we can find you a little something to nibble on here.” This he mumbled quieter but scanned around the room to see who was in attendance.

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Vivienne Ivashkov
 Posted: Feb 21 2018, 02:58 PM
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Species // Vampire

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I'm trying to hold my breath Let it stay this way Can't let this moment end You set off a dream with me Getting louder now Can you hear it echoing? Take my hand Will you share this with me? 'Cause darling without you All the shine of a thousand spotlights All the stars we steal from the nightsky Will never be enough Never be enough Towers of gold are still too little These hands could hold the world but it'll Never be enough Never be enough

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Vivienne had not a clue where they were going. All she knew was that once the host had signed off the show, she had been ushered away rather quickly. She hadn’t even gotten his name. All she knew was that he was tall, extremely handsome, and had sexy air to his voice. She grumbled at the security guards as they escorted her out of the busy building and into a car before they took off into the evening. Were they going on the date now? Well, if they weren’t then she was being kidnapped and she should probably trace away. This had to be the date though, right? She had tried asking the driver where they were going, but he didn’t answer. Just silence. At least she was dressed for the occasion. She wished she would have known the date was happening now though. She hadn’t been on a real date in a while… She was nervous, but excited.

She just continuously smoothed out her dress and gazed longingly out the window, making attempts every now and then to talk to the driver. He kept up his silence though. She wished she at least knew where they were going. She gazed down at her phone in her hand. Should she tell someone she was going out with a complete stranger? Probably, but who? Rurik… He probably wouldn’t care. Well, that’s not true. He would care whole lot actually. He’d probably try to yell at her for going on a date. He liked to think he knew what was best for her, but having the title of big brother didn’t necessarily mean that. It shouldn’t matter what he thought anyways. He was probably off galivanting with some woman, forgetting she even existed. So there would be no problem with her seeing some man, right? Wrong. Very very wrong.

She gave conversation one last try, still receiving the silent treatment in return. “Ugh. Fine…” She grumbled, leaning back in her seat and smoothing out the burgundy skirt of her mid-thigh length dress. The cups of the dress were a faux leather. The neckline was low, but not too low. The dress hugged her curves, but not too much. On her feet she donned a pair of heels with red bottoms. She just hoped she was dressed appropriately for the venue. What she had on underneath… well… that was for later if things went that far. What? A lady always had to be prepared no matter what. Not that she expected her dress to come off at the end of this date, but you never know. She didn’t want to be caught in a mismatched panty and bra. Especially if they weren’t cute.

Finally catching a glimpse of where they might be going, she saw the isles and isles of grape vines. A winery. She did love her fair share of wine. Not that she could fully enjoy it anymore, but just the taste was good enough. Soon enough, they pulled into the parking lot of the winery and there he was with a vase of roses. She quickly undid her seat belt as the car came to a halt next to where he stood. She last second pushed a lock of hair behind her ear before he opened the door for her, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Thank you.” She said as she took his arm and climbed out of the car. She easily steadied herself on her heels and gazed up at him with wide red eyes.

Yes. He was extremely handsome. He had this warm brown eyes that seemed to hold promises for the events of the evening. That low rumbly voice definitely fit the face. He had the same idea she had before she could feel his gaze moving all over her. She didn’t mind. She got stares all the time from people, but rarely did she go out on dates. She took the vase of flowers from him and gave them a sniff. She glanced up to him as he finally introduced himself. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Sebastian.” She said, his name naturally rolling off her tongue with that smooth Russian accent of hers. She blushed softly as he took her hand and pressed his soft lips to the back of it. A gentleman. “I do enjoy wine still.” She said and followed as he wrapped an arm around her small waist to coax her inside, her heel click clacking on the pavement as she went. She peered up at him with her whispered about finding her something to nibble on while they were hear. ”Oh no. I’m fine.” She assured him with a soft smile. “I made sure to take care of that earlier. I promise.” She said, cradling the vase of her arm. When most underestimated her abilities to take care of herself, but she knew when she needed to be responsible. She had no plans to bite anybody tonight. Well, unless they wanted it.


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Sebastian Burnett
 Posted: Feb 26 2018, 04:14 PM
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There was always something about someone saying his name for the first time. It didn’t help that the dress she was wearing also fit her like a tight red glove. Admittedly, it matched very nicely with her eyes. One thing he knew he liked about the Ivashkov’s is that they weren’t shy about those very obvious red eyes. A little pride in what you were as a creature of the night was well… attractive. That much had been obvious with her older brother. At least he was guessing here. Never mind that, she was stunning to say the least and he found that he liked the accent. He’d also liked it on the other one, though Vivienne won in the angelic vocal chords.

“Oh good. I’m not too sure on how vampire anatomy works, but I think liquids seem to not upset you. Though I don’t think the alcohol content affects you much. Pity.” He’d gone out drinking with Finn enough to know that it didn’t much matter how many pints he drank, how many shots he took, no matter how many drunk women he tapped into there just was no drunken state for a vampire. Smirking when she mentioned being able to take care of herself, he gave her a playful wink. “I was just saying, Vi. I don’t mind helping hold someone down to let someone else get a snack in.” It was probably a good thing that she was a responsible vampire. Maybe they would have to get their kicks somewhere else.

The hostess led them to their table, which was made out of wood and so were the chairs, and behind the table was a lot of vines. Were they grape vines? Well that would make sense. Unraveling his arm from around her, his hand grazed over her lower back just above the swell of her backside. Giving her a mischievous look as he sat down in his chair and was handed a menu to look over. Apparently the show was treating them to a couple wines to test and drink on their dime. How nice. Before the waitress could scamper off, Sebastian asked for their best red wines. She said she would bring out the top five most popular and then was off. Dammit! He forgot to ask her for a dessert menu. The demon had a craving for something sweet with his wine and pleasant company.

As they waited for the wine to be delivered to the table, he slowly looked over at her. “So. How did a pretty little thing like you wind up on a cornball game show like that? Not that I’m complaining. Trust me, you would have been my choice hands down. That one was the not good kind of trap.” A little bit of a smirk formed at what he said. Oops. “You look stunning in that dress by the way. Don’t tell me you wore that just for me.” Lucifer help him, he could not stop himself from flirting with a pretty woman. Especially since she’d been so excited to meet him. Now that was just adorable. Sebastian couldn’t quite put his finger on the sweet scent that was coming from her but he was glad when the waitress returned with the wine and glasses. Seb didn’t forget to ask for what desserts they had. They only had three: crème brulee, apple tarte tatin and chocolate mousse. Why not all of them? The show was paying after all.

Once she was gone again, he poured Viv a glass of one of the wines. “So you like to dance. What else do you like, Viv? Tell me about yourself.” He asked as he poured his own glass. After he’d swirled it around in the glass, Sebastian sniffed it and gave it a taste. He hummed pleasantly, extending his glass to her. “Cheers to good decisions.” Giving her another wink.

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Vivienne Ivashkov
 Posted: Feb 28 2018, 02:35 AM
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Species // Vampire

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I'm trying to hold my breath Let it stay this way Can't let this moment end You set off a dream with me Getting louder now Can you hear it echoing? Take my hand Will you share this with me? 'Cause darling without you All the shine of a thousand spotlights All the stars we steal from the nightsky Will never be enough Never be enough Towers of gold are still too little These hands could hold the world but it'll Never be enough Never be enough

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Vivienne had grown up with parents who wore their red eyes proudly. She was so used to it that it was just her normal. She saw nothing wrong with it. Of course, her mother hadn’t been around, but both father and uncle had worn their red eyes proudly. Then there was Rurik who seemed to do just the same so she didn’t see it as a problem. When she learned about colored contacts when their first came out she decided to give them a try. What could it hurt? Well, her eyes for one. They had itched and hurt so bad that she just tossed the whole unused box into the garbage. She might have been a bit of wimp, but she disliked them very much either way. She could see right through them. The red stood out and she hated the way they looked. They weren’t her beautiful blue eyes that she had once had so she wanted no part of them. If nobody could accept her as she was now then they definitely didn’t deserve her as she once was.

The handsome man before her didn’t seem bothered by her soft red gaze. Maybe he hadn’t noticed? He probably did. They stood out against her porcelain skin. It was usually the first thing people noticed about her. “It is a shame… I do miss its effect, but it is what it is.” She said with a delicate shrug. Being the daughter of a highly respected Lord, she never really had the chance to get totally drunk. She was always expected to act like royalty. She would sneak whole bottles of wine every now and then or sip from a bottle of vodka, but she had to be very good about hiding it. That was so long ago that she couldn’t remember the feeling. Although she would probably spend her nights now nursing bottles if there was a point. She blushed as he winked at her and mentioned he would help her feed if she needed. “That’s kind of you Sebastian. I’ll let you know if I change me mind.” Her gaze flickered down to her flowers as she tried to hide her rosy red cheeks.

She followed as they were led to a fancy wooden table with grape vines behind it to set the scene. Oh it seemed so romantic. So beautiful. She set her flowers down on the table and adjusted the arrangement a bit. A soft gasp left her lips as his hand moved his just over her backside. She slid into her seat and gave a soft smile, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. That look of mischief looked very good on him. Very very good. She couldn’t help, but blush. This was going to be a long night if he kept up all these passes. She took the menu she was handed and quickly looked it over. Whatever he wanted to order was fine. He was the one that could truly enjoy it all after all. She just nodded and handed the menu you back before turning her attention back to him once they were alone again.

The soft blush on her cheeks seemed to be permanent now. “I signed up on a whim. I didn’t have much going and figured it was better than doing nothing. And if nothing came of it then that was fine… I’m glad something did though.” She said and glanced down at her dress. She wondered how hard he would judge her if she admitted she had just taken the tags off of it, but she played it off like it was nothing. “This old thing? It was just laying around and I thought it would be nice. So maybe. I guess.” She said with a pause. “Thank you. I’m glad you like it.” She peered up at the waitress as she returned with the wine selections and a pair of glasses. She had tasted a lot of wine in her day, but probably more vodka than anything else.

She was amused when he asked about the desserts that the place had to offer. So he had a sweet tooth. That was kind of cute. That all sounded so good, but she had no actual want to put food in her mouth. She was fine with watching him enjoy the sweets though. He was so handsome. She’d watch him do anything. Oh gosh. Was she staring?! She quickly blinked and pulled her gaze away from him. She hadn’t been on a date in so long… She almost forgot her manors.

She quietly thanked him as he poured her a glass of wine from their many selections. She picked up her long-stemmed glass and brought the rim up to her nose to inhale the scent, her chest involuntarily moving from the intake of air. She contemplated his question. She felt like she had been talking about herself all night long, but she would humor him and give up more information about herself. She didn’t mind though. She was an open book. She lifted her glass and clinked it lightly with his. “Cheers.” She said, blushing a bit more as she brought the rim of her glass to her soft lips to take a sip.

She sat the glass down, gently caressing the stem of the glass with her delicate fingers. “Well, dancing was my life. It sort of still is although it’s been while since I’ve been up on a stage. Like, a really long time.” She said and peered up at him from under her thick lashes. “But you don’t want to hear about that because you already know that…” She trailed off, trying to figure out what more to say about herself. ”Umm... I have a brother don’t get along with probably a vast majority of the time. He probably pretends I don’t exist most of the time, but that’s not all that important...” She paused, nipping at her lower lip with a fang. “I’m afraid I’m not all that interesting… I guess I was more interesting than the other girl though, huh?” She said and took a sip from her glass.


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Sebastian Burnett
 Posted: Mar 16 2018, 09:10 PM
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There was no denying that Sebastian was curious what colour her eyes had been before her first kill. He’d wondered that about her brother considering they were both rather expressive with them. The whole family must have been proud of the blood red eyes. That wasn’t much of a deterrent for a demon though. Sebastian didn’t use his victims for sustenance, just for their soul and sin although he could easily collect sin without hurting anyone. Still, this one had an innocent look about her even if the eyes said different. It wasn’t like if you caught his dark brown eyes in the right light you could see a hint of red in them. As far as he was aware, that was not from him being a demon. Having taken on the shape he had as a human, these were the peepers we was born with… Basically. He could definitely see better in the dark now than before.

A smile formed on his lips. Atta, girl. Can’t be crying over things you can’t change and why would you want to anyway. The pros tend to outweigh the cons, if you ask me.” Though he was positive he would miss the sun, as he was sure Viv did. Loki was older (at least that was the demon’s assumption) so the sun didn’t quite bother him like it had centuries ago but he still couldn’t be in it for more than thirty minutes. Overcast days seemed to be his favorite and even though it was well past sundown, Seb could tell the clouds were up in the sky now. Some shielded off the moon for a period of time before letting tan bright light down on the people below again. The rosy colour that stood out on her pale cheeks had him smile again. Women always preferred a softer hand and having already had a run in with her brother had him at a bit of an advantage. Maybe that wasn’t totally fair and he shouldn’t use privileged information to get him further ahead. Then again, what exactly was his goal here? Sebastian hadn’t planned on Vivienne being so damn drop dead gorgeous. He didn’t need any help getting laid from a game show but maybe he would see where his winnings would take him. That seemed reasonable.

“Of course. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t help a pretty young woman in need when I could easily give her a hand? Not much of a gentleman at all. Besides, I can already tell I like you, Viv.” That would definitely be how much easier she was to handle than big brother. Where both were easy on the eyes, he could find himself having casual conversations with Vivienne. Tea time with Rurik didn’t seem like something he would sit still for.

At the table even the demon got her cheeks rosy without trying very hard either. Their waitress didn’t seem to mind that Seb had taken the wheel on the ordering and smiled pleasantly at the both of them. They looked like a mostly normal couple out on a first date anyway. Although when Viv was picking out an outfit she must have had other plans in mind than what he had. She made him feel a little underdressed but maybe that could change later. He had heard the light gasp from her as his hand got very close to her bottom as they walked in. Was she just not used to a man’s touch or was he being to bold? Generally speaking, Sebastian liked him a nice, bodacious ass and Viv fit that bill. In fact she was just all around pleasantly curvy; a magnet for grabby hands.

The demon listened to her intently as she explained why her fit self decided to sign up for a dull dating game. It wasn’t exactly surprising. Some supes weren’t sure what to do with all their free time and by the jewelry (let alone the shoes! Those were totally Louboutin’s and he totally knew it) she wasn’t aching for money and fine things either. Oddly, he couldn’t recall if Rurik had a taste for finer things. Other than silk sheets and a soft spot for flowers. Viv seemed bored although content. She needed some excitement in her life. Oh look and a demon who liked to get his hands dirty fell into her lap. How lucky!

“Right. I had a mate dare me to. I didn’t really want to because I don’t usually have problems finding dates or temporary love for the evening but he was betting I either wouldn’t get picked or would wind up with someone unfortunate. I feel like I won this bet.” And he’d already had a taste of her brother, he was sure Liam would love to hear this story, especially if it got more interesting than just first date “feeling each other out before it gets serious” chatter. Frankly, Sebastian really liked the dress. Anyone in red who could really pull it off had a special place. With that alabaster perfect skin, bright and expressive eyes, a near permanent hint of pink on the apples of her cheeks and just her sheer enthusiasm to go out with him had been enough to win him over. The fact that she looked dressed to kill in that ensemble was just a cherry on top of everything else. Seb just smiled when she called it ‘this old thing’ and said that it had been ‘laying around.’ No doubt she likely had to unearth it from the back of her closet. That’s not something for everyday wear. The demon wondered to himself how often she really got to wear the nice, fancy frilly things she probably picked out specifically to impress someone. He wondered who the lucky bloke was that had caught her eye. “Oh I’m glad you picked that one. The colour red suits you, Viv. I’m sure you’ve noticed that.” A little tease and a wink in her direction again was sure to brighten up those cheeks of hers again. Seeing Vivienne blush was not going to get old tonight, Sebastian would bet on that.

Being rather used to eyes on him (and liking it for the most part) he hadn’t noticed Viv staring at him while he ordered his desserts. A sheepish, toothy grin formed on his lips when they were alone again. “I hope you don’t mind. I figure if the show is paying for all this then I may as well indulge. Back when I was human, sweets and things of the like weren’t for people like me. Poor. So, if it’s in front of me and contains sugar I’m eating it.” He chuckled a little. No one had to question which sins of his were his favorites. Viv seemed to be smiling at him cutely so he wasn’t thinking he had offended her or anything. Liam usually never cared as he ate donuts, bear claws, sticky buns and the like in front of him practically every time they had a meeting. Talking business made him hungry.

Mostly Sebastian was fishing to find out if his instincts were on point or not. Was this the darling sister Rurik had mentioned to him or was the matching last names just a coincidence? Inquiring minds heated to know but Viv was welcome to poke and prod the demon as she pleased as well. He didn’t mind answering questions especially if they were about himself.

Swirling the red liquid around in the glass, he watched her speak. He couldn’t help but look st her fangs as she spoke. Something about them made a stirring happen deep down in him. It was likely from all the marks Rurik had gifted him with. Now he was curious if Vivienne would do the same. “It’s nice hearing what you’re passionate about. You get a little sparkle in your eye. It’s cute so please by all means.” Seb certainly was buttering her up with compliments. He probably should have started out that way with her brother, which he soon heard what he wanted to know. He frowned a little hearing she didn’t get along with him often. Pity. He wondered why that was but he could see Rurik being abrasive to anyone, even a lovely little sister. “I'm sorry to hear that, love. His own loss, I would suppose.” Pausing after she admitted she didn’t have a whole lot going on, he shrugged a little, “I liked the sound of your voice and your honesty. When you called yourself a monster. That’s nice. Refreshing. Most wouldn’t admit that they’ve done wrong in their lives. Also, I’m sure I’d like the sound of other noises coming from you. I also don’t have to have a dick measuring contest with you.” He laughed at that one, there had been no hidden bulge in that tight dress. Not that he would really mind but that would be an unexpected surprise to say the least.

Sipping his wine, he watched the waitress come back with an arm full of desserts. Picking up a spoon, he dug into the chocolate mousse first. Savoring the taste as he licked the spoon, Seb looked up at Viv. “You can ask me anything you like, love. I’ve been around the block a few times so maybe I could entertain you with some funny stories.” Slipping another bite into his mouth, he hummed happily. This place had some good sweets. The wine wasn’t bad either.

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Vivienne Ivashkov
 Posted: Mar 23 2018, 05:48 PM
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Species // Vampire

Status // Forever Alone + Heterosexual

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I'm trying to hold my breath Let it stay this way Can't let this moment end You set off a dream with me Getting louder now Can you hear it echoing? Take my hand Will you share this with me? 'Cause darling without you All the shine of a thousand spotlights All the stars we steal from the nightsky Will never be enough Never be enough Towers of gold are still too little These hands could hold the world but it'll Never be enough Never be enough

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Even though in her head Vivienne saw herself as this horrible person, she always came off as a sweet and kind. Her mind was a dangerous place to be sometimes. That little voice in the back of her head worked things up and destroyed her every good and sweet thought she had. It took her some terrible things. It didn’t help that Rurik had recently ripped her apart with his words. She felt like utter garbage. Maybe that was why she signed up for the silly dating game in the first place. To see if any of those lies she had been telling herself were true. To see if someone out there did want to be with her. This date probably wouldn’t lead to anything, but maybe it could confirm somethings for her. She so badly wanted it to confirm that maybe this life still held promise for her.

So far, this whole strange show had proven that it was worth. There was an extremely handsome man escorting her this evening and by the expression on his face he didn’t seem disappointed by her. She smiled up at him, although she didn’t need to crane her neck very much as her four-inch heels gave her enough height that she just needed to tilt her head up slightly. “Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t. Depends on the situation.” She said with a light shrug, answering him honestly. If she had just lived her normal life, she wasn’t sure what would have happened. She definitely would have been long gone by now. She didn’t like to think of what could have been because it would just be proving Rurik right; that she lived in a fantasy world. She could just hear his voice berating her on how silly she was. She internally shook herself. She did miss the sun though. She missed the way it kissed her skin and gave brought out the reddish and coppery highlights in her hair. She missed being able to go out and enjoy the company of people at normal hours. She enjoyed going to parties and clubs, but she wished she could go sit outside a coffee shop and just people watch. The sun just hurt. She couldn’t bare it. Not that she had a high pain tolerance. She was little bit of a baby. One would think as an immortal she would, but you would be very wrong. So during the day she kept herself locked up tightly in her home with her blinds that opened and closed on a timer. The only opened when the sun was totally gone and closed just as the sun hit the horizon.

She blushed brightly when he told her that he already liked her. Yup. This had been worth it. She loved being paid compliments. She fed off of them like she fed off of the life source that sustained her. “I… um… Thank you… You don’t seem all that bad yourself.” She said with a bright smile, fangs and all. She wasn’t sure why because she barely knew this guy, but she just felt comfortable with him. Something about him was just inviting. Maybe he was just on his best behavior. Who knew.

When picking her outfit for the evening, she knew she wanted a dress. Not something too revealing. Something that left something to the imagination. She thought that red was fitting considering it the holiday that was right around the corner. She did this dress very much though. It fit her like a glove, hugging her in all the right places and giving her a shape that they man before her seemed to be admiring. It had been quite a while since she had and man touch her. There were the meaningless dances with men at clubs and parties, but nothing more than just that. She knew about her father’s protective nature. In the past, men would just disappear and she would go crying to her Daddy because someone who had all the intentions of courting her had just up and left. She knew much better now. She had a feeling that Rurik had his hands in some disappearances as well. She couldn’t say the last time she had gone on an actual date. They guy was immortal though and fairly old from what she remembered. He would be alright, right? Right. Nobody knew she was out on a date and nobody certainly knew where she was right now. It would be alright.

Unlike she big brother, she was much flashier when it came to her champagne taste. She liked nice things so she had them. She’d never stepped foot into a Walmart or Target in her life. Everything was designer with a big price tag. Rurik could tease her all he wanted. He drove nice cars and wore nice clothing. He had nothing, but the best. The only difference was they had earned his money somehow and she used Daddy’s credit card. The teasing and taunting from that would never cease, but there was no other way she would earn money to afford her lifestyle. Vivienne had all the things she wanted in life, but she was missing something. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she felt trapped in her cozy little life. She didn’t not like her life. She was wanted more from it. It was obviously wasn’t a physical thing. She could have all the physical, non-human, things she wanted. She’d figure it out at some point. Right now, she had a handsome gentleman she could ogle for the rest of the evening.

She almost frowned when she heard he hadn’t wanted to do the show, but she quietly hide that brief moment of sadness. She gave a soft laugh when he said that he thought he won the bet with his friend. “I might be a little bias, but I think you did too.” She said in a playful manor and a soft smile playing on her red painted lips. Perhaps she was a little over dressed for the occasion. She had just wanted to make a good impression. He was dressed rather casually, but this was a rather nice place so maybe she was dress correctly. She couldn’t tell. Maybe she was dressed too skimpy? She didn’t know. She smiled when he told her the color red suited her. She did already know that, but that didn’t mean she didn’t like hearing it any less. Sure enough though, his words did bring another blush to her cheeks. Oh, she felt ridiculous now, just blushing at everything he said. Something told her he was just doing it on purpose now though. She wasn’t going to stop him. She liked being told nice things so who was she to tell him to quit complimenting her? “Thank you… I suppose I wear it more often than other colors.” She gave a little shrug and smiled softly.

She listened as he explained his natural affinity for sweets. Vivienne’s life had been just the opposite. She had gotten all that she wanted. If she wanted into the Russian ballet, her father got her in. She wanted a pony, she got her pick from the stable. “Oh. No. I don’t mind at all. It’s been so long since I’ve eaten actual food that the thought of it doesn’t appeal to me anymore.” She said with a delicate shrug. Her diet was strictly liquids and that’s all she ever craved so watching him eat would be rather painless. She was fine with just sipping her wine and having a good chat. Of course there had been an adjustment period after she had been turned. There was no longer breakfast in bed or dinners with her father at the dining table. They fed like the monsters they were. She wasn’t sure when, but at some point, it all just became her new normal.

Her eyes brightened when he said he liked listening to her talk about something she was passionate about. Ballet was her first love. If all else failed her she would always have that to look to. It wasn’t about the people she had danced with or her coaches. Most of them had all been horrible anyways. It was the feeling it gave her. Instead of wearing her heart on her sleeve, she could show her emotion in another way. She wasn’t sure what do with all these compliments. He just kept piling them on and she was welcoming them. Compliments from your father were one thing, but getting them from a complete stranger who happened to also be very good looking… That was something totally different. Did he treat all the ladies like this? How was he still single? Who didn’t love compliments?! Crazy people, that’s who. “It’s just something I love. I have since I was young. It’s been a while since I have danced, but I’m starting to get back into again. I have a lot of time on my hands and I can’t imagine doing anything else with it.” She could lose herself on the hardwood floors of a dance studio for hours. She had recently decided to dance again though. She hadn’t pulled on her slippers in a long time, but it was like riding a bike. You never forgot.

She just shrugged when he spoke about her brother’s loss. Their most recent argument had been their worst yet. She that little voice in the back of her head made her believe that she truly was the root of her brother’s pain. She was the bane of his existence. She internally shook it all away. She didn’t need to think about that right now. She had a handsome man in front of her that wanted her attention. She didn’t want to talk about him anyways. This had nothing to do with him. She leaned forward a bit and sipped from her glass of wine as he gave her the reasons why he picked her. She swallowed when he mentioned the part when she said she was a monster. Maybe she had done a bit of over sharing… But… He liked it? Well, that was a shock. What did he mean by other noises though… She just blinked then blushed because she had a feeling she knew. She did laugh when he made the comment about the dick measuring contest. “No. There won’t be dick measuring contest here. I can assure you of that.” She confirmed for him as she swirled her glass of wine a bit before taking another sip, a soft smile playing on her lips.

She peered up at the waitress as she came back with desserts lining her arms. They did look delicious and she probably would have dove into that mousse back in the day as chocolate had been her favorite, but there was no urge to do so now. There was something a little more tempting before her anyways. A nibbled on her plump lower lip with a fang as she thought about what she wanted to ask him. [vampire“I guess… Just tell me about you. I know you like sweets and you’re persistent, but tell me something else.”[/vampire]


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Sebastian was anything but disappointed in Vivienne. He could already tell she was the polar opposite of her brother, which let’s face it was a blessing. As sour as that felt in his mouth. Hopefully the bratty vampire’s ears weren’t burning with how much Sebastian was thinking about him, purely just comparing the siblings at this point rather than longing for the bitey shite. Viv had done nothing but give him sweet doe eyes since they met, he had his doubts for how much she would sink her teeth into him. And he didn’t really think he would mind if she did it either.

She looked like he was waging some kind of inner war with herself. Demons weren’t regularly the ones people went to for comfort but Sebastian was rather good at faking empathy. He really didn’t have to pretend too hard anyway. There was no time for doom and gloom around him if he wasn’t the cause of it and he’d just met her, no way she was that disappointed in him. No, he could smell the all too familiar scent of desire floating off of her but it was clouded by something else. Likely her own self-doubt. So, while they stood in the entryway of the winery Seb stopped them both and turned her towards him. Those heels of hers gave her good height so he didn’t really have to bend at all, just lean in and kiss her forehead. “You seem far off, love. Come back to me, I promise I’ll show you a good time.” Carefully reaching up to caress her cheek, “You know you could light up a room with that smile of yours.” He hoped that would at least lighten her mood a bit. Whatever was troubling her she didn’t have to worry about now.

The blushing was cute. Bringing a rosy colour to those pale cheeks and he was fairly good at getting her to do it. He could really get used to seeing her do that. Her bright and big smile was contagious too. Sebastian found himself smiling along with her. The words on the tip of his tongue ‘You should tell your brother that.’ though he swallowed them back down before they could leave his mouth. Instead, “Why thank you, love. For a moment I was thinking you might find me revolting.” Now that was more like how Rurik would call him. At least that’s what it seemed like. He was obviously just trying to make a joke and either get her to laugh or more blushing and stuttering. Either felt like a good response to him. Sebastian was trying to be on his best behavior. Vivienne was a lady after all. A princess. So he should treat her kindly and mannerly like such. Although he wasn’t absolutely sure how to act around royalty… Did he have to raise his pinky while he was drinking? Or was that only a thing to mock the rich and proper? Just act normal, Sebastian. Charm her. He could do that.

Vivienne was quiet. In Sebastian’s experience, that was never a good thing. When he was inside of his own head, it regularly lead to trouble… Then again, a lot of situations tended to land him in some sort of trouble. Fun trouble or bad trouble. The little laugh gave him some reassurance. “I can’t believe that you don’t go on dates like this frequently, Viv. Look at you! You’re bloody fit, woman. Don’t tell me men aren’t tripping over each other begging to take you out.” She was far too beautiful to not get asked out by any man, mortal or immortal. Probably some women too. Anyone with eyes could see that she was desirable. In fact when they were on their way to the table he could smell some envy in the air that his arm was around Viv’s waist. Forever the showmen, he might as well give them something to really feel jealousy over. He just needed to get closer to her at some point. Well the table they were at was round and small so it didn’t seem that abstract to him.

And now the table had all these desserts on it. He did feel bad that she couldn’t or didn’t want to partake in any of the sugary treats but he’d remembered Liam moaning and groaning that Sebastian was a bastard for having him eat that donut. Sometimes he didn’t know how much his influence could sway even his best friend’s decisions, bad as they might seem to his logical mind. He wouldn’t press the issue as he savored the chocolate mousse. Sucking on the spoon and staring over at her. A hint of a smirk tugged at one corner of his mouth. Maybe she could still taste it but not suffer the stomach ache. Humming his approval when she mentioned that she wore the colour more than others, “Good. I’d like to see more of you in red.” She probably even looked good covered in blood. Uhhhhhh now was not the time to address his blood fetish with someone he just met. Now he was thinking of the colour of whatever panties she decided to wear, his dark eyes casting down on her body wishing he had x-ray vision.

At the mention of her being so used to not eating that seeing other people do it didn’t faze her at all had him scoot his chair a little closer to her. Closing this gap would take no effort at all. Taking another bite of the thick, chocolatey dessert he left the spoon in his mouth for longer to get the flavour off. The silver thing then went back into the dish and he plucked up his wine glass, pinky out. “Pity. I’d think a lady might miss the taste of chocolate on occasion though.” His chair slide closer to her. There was now little space between them both and his free hand, the one closest to her, went to her thigh. Eyes drifting down to where the hem of that lovely red dress sat on her thigh, his dark coloured eyes drifting down when his fingers touched skin. They then shot back up to Viv’s face to gauge her reaction to what he was doing. Is this alright? He seemed to ask with his eyes.

Honestly Sebastian couldn’t help but shower her with compliments. Look at her face! She was practically asking for him to kiss her rings. Wait… He’d already kissed her hand. Well, then maybe it just came natural to compliment and flirt with a beautiful woman. That was actually very likely. He smiled when Viv seemed to light up when she spoke about things she liked. He liked that too. There really wasn’t much of Vivienne that he didn’t fancy. “I’d love to see what moves you can pull. I used to love going to Broadway shows and ballets like that. I lived in Paris for a spell before moving stateside. I’ve not seen the Russian ballet but I’d always like to see their star dancer in action. If you don’t mind an audience watching, that is.” If she looked this lovely talking about things she liked, she had to look stunning actually doing the thing. Logic.

It had felt like too long since he’d felt the comforts of a woman. He’d had his fair share of hookups but… Well they had recently just been men. He licked his lips thinking about the vast differences between men and women and he involuntarily looked down at the space between her legs, where his hand was already close to. Another approving hum rumbled in his chest as he looked back up into her eyes, that sneaky hand gliding further up her thigh. Then she bit that plush lower lip of hers with a fang and Sebastian could have melted to the floor. Those lips must have been an Ivashkov thing for sure. Tempting but he waited for Vivienne to say her piece before he leaned in to kiss her. He intended on answering her but he’d been thinking about kissing her for awhile now and what better time to act on impulse than when she advertised her mouth like that to him? It seemed natural. He’s put his wine glass down to cup her cheek. If there had been envy in the room before, now it was reeking of it. As he pulled away, his thumb gently stroked her cheek. “Oh you’ve just opened a can of worms asking that, love. Well, if we are naming things we like I like to read. I have quite the collection of reading material back in my flat. I also have a passion for music. I have a piano I like to play from time to time and I have dabbled with the violin and the cello but I don’t pick them up as often. Sadly their cases are collecting some dust. Are you a fan of television nowadays? There’s tons of fascinating shows for you to binge on if you haven’t started already.” Seb was babbling a little, but he felt this was a good start on himself. Did she need to know about his work? Well, who was she going to tell? Besides, the look on her face read dazed as of current. She probably wasn’t used to hot lips and that made a smirk curl on his lips. “What else would you like to know?”

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I'm trying to hold my breath Let it stay this way Can't let this moment end You set off a dream with me Getting louder now Can you hear it echoing? Take my hand Will you share this with me? 'Cause darling without you All the shine of a thousand spotlights All the stars we steal from the nightsky Will never be enough Never be enough Towers of gold are still too little These hands could hold the world but it'll Never be enough Never be enough

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There was a certain irony in fighting your inner demons within while conversing with a live one. The ones that dwelled in the darkest reaches of her mind berated her and dragged her through the mud and muck. This one before her had been nothing but charming since the moment he helped her from the tall SUV. It wasn’t fair to be so carelessly lost in her own torturous thoughts. She had been surprised when he stopped her in the doorway of the restaurant and forced her to turn to face him. She hadn’t expected the kiss to the forehead or the soft words that followed. For the moment, she felt like someone cared. She just gazed up at him with wide red eyes. She wasn’t sure how real his words were, but in the moment, they fought the demons back into the depths of her mind. She leaned into his warm palm as he caressed her cheek and turned her cheeks a rosy pink with a compliment to her smile. “Thank you…” She whispered softly, reassurance washing over her.

She gave a laugh when he said that he thought she thought of him as revolting. Whoever saw him as revolting was crazy. Him revolting? No no. Never. He was too handsome for that thought to even cross her mind. “Oh no. You’re far from revolting.” She said quite confidently. Everything about him was quite the opposite. He had these warm brown eyes that were welcoming. Was that a red glint in their depths? She couldn’t tell in this light, but if her could she would compare it to looking down into a glass of very dark red wine and seeing the soft red gleam at the bottom. Yeah. That was it. The thought made her smile. They were quite lovely. Then there was that grin. She bet he got plenty of ladies with that grin of his. It made her blush like nobody’s business and made her want to be one of those ladies. There was no telling where the night would go though. There was still loads of midnight oil to burn and they were just at the tip of the iceberg.

She knew being quiet wasn’t exactly the best thing on a date. When she was quiet the demons came out to play. That was most of the time, but it seemed that the one before her had frightened them enough to keep them away. Now how did she explain she that she didn’t go on dates to keep people from dying? That seemed like a tough one to explain… She didn’t have to be fully honest with him or give him the full run down of her life. Just a little something. That was all. This felt like an odd topic to be on during a first date anyways. She did blush at his words though. “I mean, I do get asked out… I just don’t go out all that often is all.” She said with a light shrug. His surprise was somewhat reassuring. She had forever though, right? What hurry was she in to go out with people? Besides, if the one person she really wanted to get attention from had just up and left her alone then what was the point of going out on dates with people who really didn’t matter? Not that Sebastian didn’t matter. Oh, he did. He mattered more than he probably realized. He was her key to figuring out what more this life offered her.

He seemed content to indulge on the sugary treats before him. She didn’t blame him. They did smell quite delicious, but not appetizing. She wished she could remember the taste of chocolate. Sometimes if she really thought about it she could just barely taste the memory, but it was almost always out of reach. Ah well. It didn’t really matter. It would just give her a stomach ache and that just wasn’t worth the hassle. She wasn’t drooling over it or yearning for it. It was better off staying a memory. She tilted her head a bit when he mentioned he would like to see more of her in red. She wasn’t all that sure how to take that. What exactly had he meant by that? There went those dark eyes again, just easily scanning over her. She just casually took a sip of the wine, her gaze briefly pulling away from him as she tried to collect herself. She sat the glass down with the last of whatever was inside and just smiled softly. “Maybe you will sometime…” She said with a simple shrug.

She had been rather surprised when he scooted his chair closer to her. She just blinked and turned toward him a bit so they could casually resume conversation. She polished off her glass of wine and swallowed slowly, licking the bitter juice from her red painted lips. “I-I guess… Sometimes…” She said softly as he scooted even closer to her. What he did next though definitely caught her by surprise. That sneaky hand of his snuck from his lap and into hers. She let out a little gasp at the warmth that came off his palm. She jumped up in her seat a little bit too. Did she look down? Did she look up at him? Did she act like nothing have happened? Well, it was too late for the last option. She’d already nearly jumped out of her dress. Looking down… Well… That was just awkward. So she went with the first option and just looked up at him, trying not to squirm in her seat. It had been a long time since a man had touched her and his hand was just inches away from the crimson colored silk panties she had picked out for the evening. Her lips parted, but she couldn’t find her words. How was she supposed to say things when he hand was in her lap? She just cleared her throat a bit and summoned the first thing that came to mind. “S-sometimes. Not all that often. I don’t crave it…” She craved many other things, but not chocolate.

Dancing. Right. Yes. She could talk about that. Maybe it would take her mind off of the warm palm on her thigh, but it seemed rather unlikely. She did blush when he called her the star dancer though. “I wouldn’t call myself a star dancer… Maybe nowadays, but not back then.” She hadn’t danced in front of an audience in a long time, but it was natural to have one. Every time she got up on stage there had been from several hundred to several thousand people watching her. Someone watching her wasn’t a problem. “I wouldn’t mind an audience. It’s been a while since I got up in front of people to dance, but it wouldn’t faze me to have one again.” She said with a soft smile, just relaxing more and more was she spoke.

She quickly quit her squirming, but it was quickly cued up again when his slid his hand just a touch further up her soft and creamy thigh. She had been raised a lady with all the proper manners. What do to at a dinner table and what not to do a table had been instilled in her when she was little. This had never been put on either of those lists, but she was fairly certain that this was a don’t. She heart would be thudding away in her chest if it still beat. Was this that good time he had been speaking of? She wasn’t uncomfortable. No no. She just wasn’t used to this type of attention. She wasn’t used to someone wanting her. She definitely wasn’t prepared for that kiss though. Her eyes went wide for a moment, but they quickly went hooded and slid shut. That was it. That sweet sweet taste of chocolate. It was there on his lips. She nearly moaned at the taste. There was something else though… Was that… Cinnamon? She couldn’t quite compute it before he pulled away, leaving her lips empty and her just gazing up at him. Her soft red lips were parted and she was in a daze.

The building could have caught fire and wouldn’t have noticed. She was barely absorbing his words as she zoned out a bit. She really should have been paying attention, but things were just happening so fast and her sweet little mind couldn’t process it all. She picked up on a couple of things like piano and something about television. She quickly blinked a bit and tried to compose herself. She hoped she didn’t look like an absolute idiot. That was the last thing she wanted him to see her as. Just a bumbling idiot so could barely kiss a man without getting all starry eyed. “I would love to hear you play the piano sometime. It is quite lovely to listen to someone who can play.” All thoughts of her brother were gone like that. She didn’t even think to mention him in this moment. He didn’t get any recognition. Nope. Not in this moment. “I watch some television… Probably more than I care to admit…” She said, knowing that if she weren’t here on this evening she would be curled up on her couch watching episode after episode of some sort of show.

She tried to blink out of her daze a bit. What did she want to know next? She had no idea. She could barely think straight! She just started up at him for a couple of moments, leaning into the warm palm on her cheek. She still felt the warmth from his lips on hers. Something told her that was nothing compared to the damage those lips could really do though. After couple of moments of thinking though, she found a thought. “Tell me about a time you were lucky.” She said, calling back to the three words she had been given that described him. The last one on the list had been lucky. She wondered what kind of fascinating tale he would tell.


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