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The bag was packed; that kind of sport looking bags, and they were filled with bottles of what seemed to be cherry or strawberry soda drinks. Nay, they weren't what was written, but they are what you are thinking. No one would ever doubt that blood was inside these bottles, as both were dark red; the blood in our veins, and the sweet juice within the ripe flesh of a cherry fruit. Blending in and becoming one with the society was her salvation in Europe, Kitty never sought absolution and it all came down to this primitive desire they called endurance. So she continued to practice the same behavior; they say habits die hard, but for an immortal they become their creed and law. It was an early night as it should be. Kitty liked to define herself as nocturnal creature, despite being able to walk the day. But seriously, she had nothing to do in that morning but watching a movie or two. When the sun sat and the heavens were covered in dark blanket dotted with luminous pearls, she knew it was time for another visit to her mother's strip. The choice of her wares were simple as ever; a hooded long sleeved gray zipped vest, dark green daisy dukes, and dependable brown sneakers of some known trademark. There was still some space in her bag; with care she slid the laptop inside, and some books discussing the topics of law. Other than that, she put on the headphones connected to her cellphone and started to hear a track for Complex: Stroke of fate. As deep bass of high fidelity blessed her ears, she shut the residence main door's behind after arming the security system. How to proceed? Well, she need to have a better understanding of Las Vegas' terrain. GPS gave her ample information about it, so everyday she tried a different route on foot to the strip. The common wisdom goes: the ones who know never go lost or astray. Kitty made it to the strip and passed the entrance like a boss under the envious glares of whom waited their turn. She skipped the lobby and didn't join the fun outside, instead, she went for Liv's office. The hired muscles and the rest of staff informed Kitty that her mother wasn't around. The half vampire guessed that she would wait inside in the office. She didn't sit on extravagant desk which proved to be Liv's seat of power. Nah, Kitty went forward for a black comfy sofa made out of leather. She sniffed the air and found nothing but the traces of Liv's sweet scent in every corner. In quick succession, Katherine picked the laptop out connecting it to a power outlet, the books were slammed on the table in front of the sofa with the arsenal of blank papers and some pens. After opening a 'bottle', her lips felt the warmth of everything sanguine while her dark blue eyes were lit in an unnatural red hue. And under the umbrage of her hood which shadowed her brow and eyes, she knew it was time to shift some gears and study. @ Andrei Belkov | We met as soulmates, on Paris Island. We left as inmates, from an asylum. |
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Sept 14, 2014 11:36:12 GMT -5
Post by Andrei Belkov on Sept 14, 2014 11:36:12 GMT -5
Andrei was busy on the phone with a client that was telling him certain requirements he needed when he was in the club when he heard Liv's office door open and then close again. He assumed this meant she was here and that he could discuss this with her to attain her approval for the clients desires when he was done on the phone. The man was one of the higher paying people he worked for and there was no way he'd let him down. So once he was finished he trudged out of his office, a folder containing a list of requests in hand, and went towards her office. The guards avoided him entirely, after three years of working in the building he had threatened to kill all of them at least once and actually followed through with a few so ran they away from him and kept away from his gaze; For fear of their head being torn off their shoulders or their heart being ripped from their chest. Admittedly, this pleased the Russian to no end. He enjoyed the smell of fear in the air every time he walked out of his office.
Without knocking, because he honestly didn't care, Andrei walked into Liv's office and began speaking while keeping his eyes glued to the clients folder of information. "Liv, I have a client coming in next week that needs things a certain way. I need your approval fo-" he looked up and realized Olivia wasn't in her office and that someone else was sitting in the room. He shifted his gaze over to the sofa and furrowed his brow. "You're not Olivia..." he stated before walking over to Liv's desk and started jotting something down. "Who might you be?" He asked without looking up. He finished writing and left the note and the folder he brought with him on her desk for her to look to approve when she arrived.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2014 8:23:55 GMT -5
The half vampire-half human never had the chance to power on her laptop. The door was opened as Kitty unfolded the monitor of her portable computer. What she did expect was Liv, but the reality failed to live up to her expectations. Instead, her dark cerulean eyes drank from what happened to be her father's visage -The girl never attained knowledge of her true origins, in her eyes her father was dead long time ago- but his blonde features wasn't what really did surprise the seven years old hybrid. It was his scent, which almost provoked her to cover her nose with a tissue. Aye, she met another Belkov the week before, but the latter's 'fragrance' was muffled thanks to the different smells harbored by the minions of the night within the sinful bar. This situation was different, it was a closed room, and the potency of her father's original blood couldn't be denied. It was like setting off a tactical nuke within her proximity, thus she understood that whoever was before her was old, older than Liv at least. Kitty couldn't help but to feel her chest crushing into her, the heat building up her cheeks, and she didn't know what her eyes were doing by then. In short, the childe was rather grateful that she kept her hood on to shadow her face. Kitty heard his question, she grasped them deeply into her mind. But she didn't answer him immediately, on the contrary, she had to wait a few moments to recollect herself and these few moments were like few light years. Katherine wished to flee the room and run far away from this stranger, however, her anarchist soul demanded resistance against such unexpected invasion. So long live the revolution.. ”I wish I would have been that beautiful,” Kitty's remark about her mother was genuine. But these words were like daggers dipped in sarcastic poison; as Andrei said the obvious, she wasn't Olivia by any means. Kitty coughed clearing her throat in attempt to remain composed; but once she inhaled the air again, the half vampire felt his scent for another time. Katherine almost cursed under breath as she felt such an intensified atmosphere rendering her more agitated. ”Well, I am the girl sitting the sofa. And let me guess,” Kitty crossed her arms in defiance. ”You are the old fangs who came through the door,” She concluded by such behavior that this old fangs knew her mother to some extent. It proved some level of intimacy, for instance; barging into the office like that, and calling Olivia with her nickname. Thing is, Kitty had no realization of such a relationship as she had just come back two weeks before. But she didn't hide under the bush anymore, still her sense of humor elaborated signs of irritation about this unanticipated encounter. ”I am Katherine Thorne,” Kitty sighed. ”And as you can see, the red queen is not sitting the iron throne,” Oh well, she watched 'Game of thrones'. Regardless, she picked up the AC remote control and power it on the least degree possible, as Kitty grew sort of feverish by every passing moment. ”Do you like me to pass her a message?” It was an indirect question seeking out the stranger's name, also offering him a leeway to go on his business. @ Andrei Belkov | We met as soulmates, on Paris Island. We left as inmates, from an asylum. |
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Sept 16, 2014 17:23:13 GMT -5
Post by Andrei Belkov on Sept 16, 2014 17:23:13 GMT -5
Andrei raised a brow as he looked up at the girl on the couch. Whoever she was she was certainly just as sarcastic as Liv and though he loved the banter with his ex, he didn't particularly enjoy it when other people picked up a sarcastic tone with him. "Katherine Thorne?" He furrowed his brow in thought but he recalled no on by that name. "I have known Liv for a long time and the only other Thorne I know is her brother..." Maybe this girl wasn't directly related and just carried the name? Maybe Liv's brother had a kid even though that was laughable? Only one way to find out so he took a breathe and his senses were assaulted by his own scent.
That wasn't possible in his mind. He took another breath in and had to stop himself from reacting. He shook it off with a frown, "I ummm. I'm Andrei. Andrei Belkov." He furrowed his brow and examined the young woman. Who was she and why did she carry his scent? This was perplexing and astonishing and Andrei didn't know how to react. This would require some looking into because he had no idea what was going on. He pulled himself back into his emotionless state so he could get through this conversation. "Could you let Liv know the folder I left on her desk urgently needs her approval? Tell her it's for one of my highest paying clientele and that I'll be able to buy her a shiny new anything she wants if she just signs off on his requests immediately. That should make her sign these without giving me a hard time." He finished his sentence but just kept staring at Katherine, highly confused.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2014 14:45:51 GMT -5
Katherine Thorne, she heard her name and felt the interrogation mark enriched with a hint of exclamation. Who are you little child? Kitty concluded that such might be the question, a question which harbored thousand intentions. It came clearer as the Belkov clarified more that he knew only Liv's brother. It deigned upon Kitty; the duo knew each other way back as she knew not much about her uncle from Liv's side. Silence was the best answer, Andrei didn't give Kitty the appropriate time to simulate a proper reply. He seemed confused, his tone of voice looked startled; as if he caught the scent of the devil before him, metaphorically speaking of course. And when the thousand years original vampire showed signs of slight amazement; Kitty became nervous, despite the fact that his scent provided the young Kitty with a sense of over-confidence, as the peculiar dominant smell persuaded her with a single thought: that she -on her own- can take on the world. Then his introduction came to pass; Andrei Belkov, Russian was the theme of his name and an indication of his origins. But his name was rather familiar, Kitty heard her mother bringing the name many times through cellular calls and various meeting with clientele. ”Please have a seat,” After such an invitation; Kitty let aside her hood, she brushed her long golden locks to rest on her shoulders and down to her chest. The seven years old half vampire avoided a direct eye contact with the Original one; there was no winning in a game of dominance against a vampire, and Kitty feared the rolling of her own mind. Instead, the tip of her index pressed the power on of her laptop. Of course, she had to help ease this urgent business, there were shiny things involved. ”I don't want to be a terrible host,” Kitty picked up a bottle filled with A+ flavored blood. ”Trust me, it tastes like Vodka,” She left the bloody drink to Andrei's side, and reached out her arm to get the document in question. While turning around to find her way for the scanning device, she asked Las Vegas' Kingpin. ”Looks like you and Liv go way back?” Kitty was curious; why her mother didn't mention her daughter, if they knew each other for such a long time? Yet, Katherine had the intellect to keep the 'Daughter' matter unearthed for the time being, preferring to speak with her mom directly om another occasion. ”I will call her right now, let's hope she can send us an electronic signature,” Kitty was skeptical about that, but she pushed the A4 sized document into the scanner nonetheless, then she returned back to the sofa. The rest was easy; Katherine connected her cellphone to the laptop, ordered the latter to scan the document, afterwords she sent it as a multimedia message to her mother. Afterward she dialed the only contact in her cellphone: Mommy. @ Andrei Belkov | We met as soulmates, on Paris Island. We left as inmates, from an asylum. |
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Post by Andrei Belkov on Sept 17, 2014 21:15:04 GMT -5
The second the girl's hood went down Andrei's eyes scanned over her face, burning it into his memory. Blonde hair and blue eyes... Her looks seemed familiarly Belkov in a sense but it was impossible for her to be one of them. Any one of siblings should have known if they had procreated and he had no knowledge of such an occurrence. And despite his desire to pass this strange meeting with a girl carrying his scent as just a weird moment that his senses failed him he also knew how unlikely that was, he was never wrong. Her scent was his, but somehow sweeter, mixed with that of a human. He was sure of it. Someway, somehow, she was related to him and closely related at that.
That left a million questions in his head. How did she know Liv? Why did she carry the woman's name? How come she had never been mentioned before? Why didn't he know about her?
All of these things agitated the thousand year old vampire but he was broken out of his reverie by her voice and her offer of vodka flavored blood. "Thank you for the offer but I don't drink so the vodka taste doesn't entice me. I come with my own blood as it is." he took a flask from his pocket and held it up before taking a seat in Olivia's chair nonchalantly.
"I've known Liv for a long time, yes. She had only been turned a short time before we met in Russia so one hundred and fifty or some odd years now. I lost count. We used to date but now she hates me so I antagonize her from time to time and bring her in lots of money instead." He moved the chair back and forth casually as Kitty began to scan the document to send to Liv. He laughed at the thought of Olivia trying to make any sort of technology work. "Best of luck getting that to work out... I have seen Liv smash many an electronic." he mused with a smirk on his face.
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Though her eyebrow was raised in surprise; Kitty's eyes didn't squint, intersect and furrow. The original Belkov didn't prove to be the stereotypical Russian, where the latter cherished Vodka for life. Point taken, a point was proved. But Kitty elected not to explain herself, or rather the choice of her words as in depiction for the type of blood she craved most. The A-type blooded people held a certain aspect within their personalty; Seriousness, or whatever the hype in the net tended to say. When the seven years old hybrid feels the sanguine substance descending her throat, her mind stimulates the gravity of the blood in the earnest. In short: it tasted so hot like Vodka. Regardless, Kitty didn't meet Andrei's eyes, but he would see a slight curl on the side of her lips: a sign of amusement. As for the bottle's fate; it waited to be reclaimed latter, sitting there with nothing to do until the Belkov's departure, and the ultimate return to Kitty's inventory. Though the Original vampire was feeding his daughter with a good amount of information, both terrifying and horrifying, as both proved the opposite in meaning. First of them thatthey used to date, perhaps such was an understatement of deep love, or an overstatement of unrequited one. Kitty mused, while she waiting for her mom to answer phone, but she expected that Liv was either busy or having great trouble answering the phone itself. With an ear focused on cellphone's inner speaker, her other ear followed Andrei's story. Then there was hatred, thus the course of this short story -though the span of a smart Vampire's life tend to be really long- persuaded Kitty with the understated theory of their dating. Since love and Hatred are two faces of the coin they still call profound emotions. The more you love someone, the more you would hate them if certain conditions were met. The question is: What did Andrei do to deserve Liv's resentment? Possibly something Kepler big, as the night walkers tend to have heightened senses in every aspect of the word. Gladly, the story didn't end there, otherwise Kitty would have considered her immortal life in danger. The old fangs didn't come back for vengeance, on the contrary, he was 'antagonizing' her mother with money. “Ah, what a lovely way to be antagonized,” Kitty thought to herself. But the young girl discovered that she didn't know many things about her mother, for the latter had a brother and what seemed to be turbulent loving affair. Not that only, Andrei knew about Liv's electronic case. ”That's why I am the tech support,” At home, she meant, and a struggling technical support as her mother had a great aptitude for being an assassin of machines. But Kitty interjected, driven by the sense of curiosity, and asked the forbidden. ”She hates you, why?” the words were said abruptly in attempt to return the conversation's track to the last short story. However, for a fraction of a second; Kitty met her father's blue cold gaze, to avert them later on within the same very moment to her laptop's monitor. @ Andrei Belkov | We met as soulmates, on Paris Island. We left as inmates, from an asylum. |
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Post by Andrei Belkov on Nov 5, 2014 14:12:09 GMT -5
When their eyes met and she looked away within the same instant Andrei was glad because if she had kept looking she would have witnessed his ancient and cold eyes soften. However, before answering her question he blinked and the hardness returned. "With how strong vampire emotions are sometimes we have difficultly handling the death of loved ones. I lost someone long ago and I basically became a killing machine. I am no longer that brand of monster but and however, I killed someone important to Liv before we met and she found out while we were together. Needless to say it didn't end well and we only recently started working together." He wasn't quite certain why he had opened up to her, especially when moments prior he had decided to brush the question off and walk out of the office. He decided it was when their eyes met and he softened for just the blink of an eye.
Though he had opened up he wasn't quite sure if she would and he was rather curious so he pulled out his phone and shot off a text to the person who did the background checks for his business, asking for all information on Olivia and her brother, as well as this new found member of the Throne family that smelled distinctly Belkov. He requested to have it in his hands within the next couple of hours before looking back at Katherine. "Don't worry about getting ahold of Liv. I will drop back by later to get this sorted out. She would be rather angry if she knew I was using her family for business purposes so let's keep this meeting between us until I tell her myself. I wouldn't want her to get angry at me when I am not in smacking distance." He said dryly. He knew this girl was related to him–directly even–but he would never tell her that. But more importantly he wanted to go to Liv about this himself and find out what she had to say about this but that would only work if this girl would comply. He just hoped she didn't have the Belkov stubbornness.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2014 14:59:52 GMT -5
We met as soulmates, on Paris Island.
We left as inmates, from an asylum. The sense of bewilderment was overwhelming and beyond imagination; her guest just confessed killing someone long time ago, perhaps before the science of forensics was even created. Mr. Belkov explained in great detail the un-life of a vampire; as they are prone to feel the world around them differently than any other, emotions heightened like erupting volcano; otherwise why he would aspire to end lives and sever souls from their bodies. Vengeance; she pondered. Revenge was the undoing of many, and many through it revelled. His story was suitable for one hour and half movie or first season of certain series starring a protagonist who wreaked havoc upon losing someone dear. Eventually; he killed someone dear to someone else, and the dark twist -however- for the hero to fall in love with 'someone's' -whom he killed by the way- lover. The story had a dark ending though; they never lived happily ever after, as the woman who captured the avenger's heart knew about his heinous action and..And what happened after that?
”As a future lawyer; I advise you not admitting murder to anyone under any circumstances,” Kitty told him keeping her stare at the monitor, not concerned if he would accept her counsel or not, since she was deeply contemplating how his story was open-ended. The way this 'Belkov' entered the office just proved her theory; her mother and him are getting together again; so what is the catch? ”And as a future lawyer; I am going to keep this a secret,” because Kitty didn't want this man to even think about the popping sound of her neck; if he deemed her disposable. The seven years old hybrid kept a strong impression on his features, she tried to look professional while telling what to and what not to do.
What happened next though caught her off guard. The old man didn't care much when he confessed killing someone, but he was more concerned about Liv never finding out the exchange happened there between them in the office. Kitty couldn't help but to giggle; she felt safe, he wasn't even thinking about silencing her for the sake of cleaning his tracks clean. Yes! How could he kill his lover's daughter? Wouldn't this draw another ridge in their relationship? Unless, he wanted to continue his vengeance.
Kitty met his gaze again, the harsh exterior became tender for a moment.
”So you are not afraid of me calling the cops, but worried of Liv's knowledge for a few words spoken here,” definitely something was fishy there; did he want to confess his love for her or something? ”Sure, you have it.” She looked startled though afterward. ”Umm..so you are not going to kill me for knowing your little tiny secret?” Kitty gulped, her features lost it's gentle appearance, trying to be snarky instead with slight curl upon one side of her lips. ”Honestly; I doubt I am fast enough to get out of here without you breaking my neck?” She concealed her doubts as a joke.
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Post by Andrei Belkov on Nov 29, 2014 0:47:24 GMT -5
Andrei had little concern about lawyers or even laws for that matter. He never left anything behind for anyone to prove it and he would likely compel himself out of situations or kill someone if he had to. His morals were long gone, "Wow. A lawyer... Ambitious. Good for you." he noted softly, honestly impressed by this. He was finding it incredibly difficult to remain rigid around her right now and it was bothersome at times. Especially when he wanted to remain coarse and angry, he could tell she expected him to be so. The way she spoke cautiously at times alerted him to that fact. He was perhaps even expecting him to be murderous.
He didn't like that and that made him harden again, "My friendship–if you can even call it that–with Olivia is... Delicate. I try to maintain working business relationships and the only way to insure that I have one with Liv is to not piss her off. We are business partners so naturally, I would be concerned about her anger towards me. Oh... And as an ex-psychopath, future lawyers, or even actual lawyers for that matter, don't pose much of a threat. Especially when there is zero evidence to connect me to deaths that happened in the civil war..." he trailed off there because there was no need to continue. He had become far more sane within the past hundred years or so and his murderous tendencies had be quenched a bit since meeting Liv.
Then he softened again, brow furrowing as she seemed to think he would even harm her. He was lethal when he wanted to be but he hadn't realized he had given any indication that he wanted to be. "I told you I wasn't that kind of monster anymore. I won't hurt you for knowing my secret. Hell, I wouldn't have even growled if you decided to tell Liv we've met. As a future lawyer, you should probably learn not to judge people by how the look or what they did in their past." Okay, maybe his morals weren't long gone, he had started to regain some moral standing within in the past year.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 14:56:48 GMT -5
We met as soulmates, on Paris Island.
We left as inmates, from an asylum. The assassin features were contested between gentle impressions and narky expressions, which proved to be quite difficult for the seven years old Kitty to anatomize. The old man grew fond of her aspirations, although her wishes were not as pure but preemptive; Katherine wanted to be an attorney to protect her mother's business, indeed Liv's trade didn't cross the boundaries of legitimacy, still it was scratching it's borders like a cat would do a thread-ball. In this world which envied the supernatural; power was not the only way to end all disputes, laws however can, thus kitty the lawyer would be the ultimate liar.
Andrei's words of encouragement warranted him an innocent smile from her lips, but a guarded Kitty didn't speak about her true intents.
What he said later on -though with an agitated phoneme of voice- deserved a slight squint of young cerulean eyes; Kitty pondered whether her advice was such an infuriating matter or was it mentioning Liv had this grand effect over the thousand years original Vampire whose name was Andrei Belkov. Somehow, the hybrid felt as if she was the one controlling the reigns of this conversation, thus Kitty wondered would it feel the same riding a mare; amused indeed Kitty was, but her countenance didn't succeed to show much. Friendship; he meant actually a relationship. His words worked against him somehow; business partners sounded more like lovers. What are you getting yourself in, Liv? Kitty reflected again, although no words were uttered and spoken.
”Unless someone recorded your confession and presented them to the general prosecutor,” and it seems that he killed his share; Katherine had to gulp again an anxious spittle, she was more surprised to find him rehearsing his bloody years with a sheer amount of honesty. However, his remarks about how a lawyer should be allowed her a comeback.
”A lawyer is a lair,” Kitty said thus continued, ”My mission is to beautify the book's covers and keep whatever is written within hidden.” the smile upon her lips became no more. ”What do you think about that? Doesn't this make me a monster?” because that's why she wanted to be an attorney in the first place, and Kitty was no pacifist since the life of a hybrid wasn't black or white; just a canvas full of obscure gray.
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Post by Andrei Belkov on Nov 29, 2014 23:41:02 GMT -5
Andrei's brow raised in amusement and he tried and failed to stifle a small chuckle from coming forth, "Do I look like a man worried about a prosecutor? I spent centuries disappearing without a trace. If someone decided to be..." he stopped to find the right word, "Let's go with... Idiotic enough to try to come after me they would have more problems than they thought." whether it was compelling a man to forget him or making them disappear entirely, Andrei was reigning king of getting himself out trouble. He somehow managed to suppress the grin he almost wore while thinking about it. Then again, he had already managed to paint himself in a bad light to her, and though he was no longer a mass murder–he killed on a much smaller scale now and only from time to time–there was probably no redemption for him in her eyes. There usually wasn't.
He thought about her question for a moment. "Lawyers aren't monsters. Everyone lies. Everyone does horrible things. Everyone wants to look like a better person than they really are... Well... Most do anyway. Some don't care. Making money off of people's need to break laws, not cover their tracks, and still be seen as innocent is just common sense. You would be foolish not to benefit from that." he said with a simple shrug of his shoulders.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2014 17:18:10 GMT -5
We met as soulmates, on Paris Island.
We left as inmates, from an asylum. ”Now that I think about it; no, you don't look like that type.” Kitty scratched her chin, rearranging her thoughts, wanting to get back at him, although his scent spoke tales of his prowess since she was not able to really measure up the dimensions of such strength, thus a change of plans; if the jury were not convinced with a certain tactic, then you ought to use another. Thoughts bred ideas, and ideas formed a new plan. The hybrid pondered how his answer would be; since her question could be quite teasing, direct to the point, and hitting the iron while it is hot.
”But you look like someone who is more concerned about a woman's feelings,” Kitty diverted the conversation where she liked into a route far away from the ones which mentioned strength; Katherine chose her battles wisely, or that what she thought. The seven years hybrid would try her best, although deep inside her soul; she felt herself playing into his palms, that behind these old ancient blue eyes of his there was this knowledge pertaining her every grand scheme. What his name was? Andrei Belkov! For a moment, Katherine wished if she had the contacts to investigate such an enigma who was quite sure that no DNA test or a camera's recording would make a stop to his tracks.
Her father -whom she thought dead, thanks to Liv's sweet lullabies- was simply the master assassin of the Messor; consequently no matter what kind of liaisons she had, Katherine's efforts would never see the light of success, for no one can track the creed of manslayers. Though, Kitty found that even this end of conversation will not get her anywhere further, since she had already drawn a conclusion which suffers no doubt, a case that no judge ought to have an inkling of suspicion even about. There was a secret behind that man, something which transcends even the misgivings between him and her mother; she couldn't lay her fingertips upon it's origins, although it's fragrance was strong like his undeniable scent, the very smell which used to be frightening moments ago became warm and soothing somehow.
Aye! This nostalgic feeling of a Deja vu, though she didn't have the proper memories to lit afire and burn up her curiosity shaping them into true remembrance.
When the old man spoke loudly his own reflections about laws; Kitty found herself more than agreeing. Her aim was to make the most use of it; she never believed in the heroic lawyers anyways, this kind of attorneys belong only to the LED sets. Truth to be told, her resoluteness was never that Angelic. The plan was rather simple, make the biggest profit, and he told her to do it. Old man is good in my books; Kitty reflected.
”I am wondering,” she licked her lips, giddy with anticipation, completely sure about her decision. ”Do I know you?” She withheld for a short breath of moment. ”I feel we met before, but don't recall where exactly?” Kitty was at loss, by then she felt this hint of familiarity.
Peculiar indeed!
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Post by Andrei Belkov on Dec 2, 2014 0:08:04 GMT -5
Andrei chuckled, he wasn't really that concerned about any woman's feelings. His sister, his progeny, his sire, and Liv–and that one was only from time to time–but other than that though the list was pretty bleak if not entirely empty. He shrugged that off though, not really caring to get into it.
He spent the next couple of minutes memorizing even the smallest of things he could pick up about her. She was definitely a law student by nature. She composed herself like one. He would probably be concerned about it too if he was any normal person. She gave off an air of control, much like Liv might. She seemed tricky too, like she knew how to twist a situation to get exactly what wanted out of it with minimal persuasion. He was sort of proud of it even.
Then the questions began and his brow furrowed, "Unfortunately, I can't solve your problem. I honestly don't believe we've even met. I would have remembered, trust me." That last bit held a slight gravity to it. Meeting his daughter this was wasn't exactly ideal and he had half a mind to go tear Liv a new one if she knew a single thing about this, which of course she would. He just wasn't willing to come out and say it just yet if he could avoid it. "I am rather sorry to disappoint out there. I know how having Deja Vu with explanation can be.... Rather bothersome. Perhaps you have heard my name before from Liv and that is where the feeling is coming from? You never know" he tried to offered rather unhelpfully.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2015 6:49:36 GMT -5
We met as soulmates, on Paris Island.
We left as inmates, from an asylum. A faint smile caressed her lips in response, although they were not by any means happy; sorrow would be the right word to describe Kitty's predicament. It was as she was hunting for a fish they called memory, yet the hook caught nothing in return except for a tiny droplet of water instead and a plenty of despair. No more dinner for you, Kitty! Thus the remembrance remained void yet filled by the echoes of an unknown past and history. And honestly; for a sweet single moment, Kitty thought him the father she never had had. It was a short breath of time though..
And curiosity started to stab her heart like a heartless serial killer? She did regret her approval of keeping his visit secret from Liv. The young hybrid wanted to ask her the most, but Katherine was one to keep her words. Aye! The young hybrid was many a thing, yet breaking of promises was never her style. His words ended, the father she never knew was just standing in front of her, and with all aspirations died with it.
”I see,” Kitty came to a conclusion, ”it happens sometimes, this feeling, as if I saw you in a dream or something,” but her words died as well; Kitty dropped the matter and she didn't pursue it, although her tenacious spirit refused to follow; but the seven years hybrid tamed it with a bile of a swallowed spittle. The freshman cast her sentiments aside and focused on the moment; Kitty didn't think she had the mind in her to study anymore.
”You know! I am new to town,” She stood, palms closing the monitor of her laptop till the end of night. Her steps were tardy yet flowing and firm, something all vampires tend to do, or at least the young ones of them. ”Show me something new!” Kitty rested her arms above the same office desk of which the Assassin reclined upon it's main seat like an iron throne. ”So let's have a walk!” With a thumb, she gestured to the office's door, thus out of the red velvet kiss.
WORDS 354TAGGED Andrei BelkovNOTES XDtemplate by Margie @ Adoxography 2.0 , OOC: I am sorry for this long wait. Thus I bed for forgivness. If you muse died out of the thread and you wanted to exit; I will surely understand. |
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