Secrets and meetings

[Alavda Noir]

Alavda had been taking care of Belle since that night at the Masquerade. She didn't know what happened. Belle wouldn't eat, speak, or come out of her room. Sighing, Alavda looked around the kitchen. She needed to tidy up really badly. So she did.

After a while of cleaning, she started to sing softly. Her song was some old French tune. She hoped that perhaps this would lull Belle out of her lair. As Alavda moved to the living room to pick up a few books, she couldn't help but have a feeling that Belle and she were not the only one's in the room. She glanced around the room. No one. She laughed at herself. Maybe she was finally growing senile. She started to turn so that she could move into the next room, but was stopped by a solid wall...no, it wasn't a wall...it was a man!

She quickly stepped backwards, recognizing the man, "What are you doing here?" she was breathless. Why was she breathless? Was it because she had envisioned herself back in the 1600s for a second, once again that girl of 18 meeting one of the most handsome men she had ever laid eyes on.

[Thomas Steele]

It had taken Thomas a little while to locate where Alavda was staying. But once you found the right people to uh...talk to, it really was no difficult task. He managed to get into the house with little trouble. He had to pause in the entrance for a second to listen to her voice. A pleasant feeling of nostalgia filled his senses.

He hastily shook his head. He had a purpose in being here. He could listen to the sound of her voice as much as he wanted soon anyways.

He followed the sound of her voice, finding her in a room that adamites called the "living room." She seemed to have noticed his presence, but she did not even turn to look in his direction. In face, she did not even notice him until she ran smack dab into his chest. He took in her surprised expression with a twisted grin, "What am I doing here? I'm here for you, mon coeur!" he chuckled, "You didn't think that I'd leave you alone after that ball, did you? I've been searching for you for over 300 years."

Alavda kept retreating backwards, never turning away from him, "I hoped that you would, you bastard," she spat.

"Bastard?" this word made him actually laugh, "You seem to have gotten a little feisty over the years," he wasn't sure how he felt about that. He advanced toward her until her back was to a wall, "Modern clothes suit you well. I almost did not recognize you," he reached toward her, intending to caress her jawline with the tips of his fingers...

[Alavda Noir]

Not liking the position she found herself in, she slapped his hand away, "Don't touch me!" she glared not daggers, but battle axes at him, "You have no right to touch me anymore," that and she did not want him to find out about her ability.

He seemed to be a little stunned at her actions, "I see that you're still angry about back then..." an unreadable expression crossed his face, "But I assure you, that I will not repeat such a foolish mistake on my part."

Anger flashed in her green eyes, "Menteur!" she slipped back in her native tongue. She slapped him across the face, "You made me promices back then that you did not keep! You said that you would not let anything happen to me. And then you left me in the woods?" she pushed past him, intending to put more distance between the two of them.

[Thomas Steele]

Thomas had to admit that he was a little surprised that she slapped him. No woman that fell under his charms had done that before. Then again, the others were compelled. Alavda hardly had any compulsion when it came to her feelings for him. He was truly witnessing the fury of a woman scorned.

"Alavda," he grabbed her arm so that she wouldn't get away, "Would you stop trying to hit me tonight?" he compelled her when she tried to hit him again. He released her arm when she suddenly relaxed.

"What did you just do to me?" she was definitely angry. He wondered just how violent she could get.

"I compelled you. Oh, I guess you wouldn't know that that's my 'special' vampire ability. All vampires can control others, but I have particularly strong powers in that area," he couldn't help but chuckle at the dark expression she was shooting at him, "I do believe that I like this new fiestiness that you seemed to have developed," he reached up again to caress her jawline, knowing that she could not stop him now if she wanted to (the thing he loved about compultion!), "I think being away from your father was definately a goo-" he stopped midsentence. His fingers had made contact with her skin. Images floated around his head...images from the past...

[Alavda Noir]

Alavda could not avoid this! the moment his bare fingers touched her skin, she started to see a familiar sight. It was the day that they first met. Both she and Thomas relived their first sighting of each other. Thomas was standing next to his best friend, Bladen, while Alavda nervously stood across from them, next to her father. Then Thomas quickly pulled his hand away, and looked at her with curious eyes, "Interesting..." he mused, studying her, "I had wondered what gift you would receive, Love."

She snorted, "More like a curse," she regarded him with a hateful expression. She wanted to get away, but she couldn't seem to move...was this another compulsion? She hated this. She hated him right then.

[Thomas Steele]

"I'm guessing that this works by touch then?" he was talking more to himself than he was talking to her, "Very interesting indeed..." then he seemed to really look at her, blue eyes meeting green eyes, "But as interesting as your ability is, Alavda," his fingers floated over her jawline, a look of something like regret plagued his eyes, "I am disappointing that it makes it difficult for me to touch you...well, without you seeing everything," he seemed to have decided that holding her hair would be safe, "But perhaps that would not bbe a bad thing," he mused, "I do wonder though...does this ability include your lips?" he leaned down so that he could kiss her mouth.

"I'd rather keep that a mystery," she found that she could turn her head away. Good, "Like I've said, you've lost all right to touch me. That includes kissing me."

He was silent for a few seconds, "I can see why you're upset," he studied her face, "I'm sure that the sudden discovery of your species was-" she interrupted him.

[Alavda Noir]

"That's not it!" she snapped, turning her blazing eyes back to him, ticked off to no end that she could not move very much, "I mean, it's part of it, yes, but it's not my main issue with you!" she looked him straight in the eye, "Yes, it hurt that you did not tell me of it, but I understand. I most likely would have written you off as a lunatic," tears stung in her eyes, old wounds opening up again, "What bothers me the most is that you abandoned me!" she was angry at how her tears were starting to flow, "Do you realise how frightened I was? Being alone again?"

[Thomas Steele]

He wasn't sure what to do. Yes, he, Thomas Steele, did not know what to do. the thing is, with everyone else, he really would not have given a damn. But this was Alavda. The love- he crushed that thought. He would not admit to himself of that. He actually cared about how she felt. That was all. He also wanted her to be with him...that was all. Nothing more. He was angry at himself for letting himself feel this way for her. He remembered exactly why he had left her all those years ago. It was to prove to himself that he did not care. But it seemed that he did since he started to look for her soon after. He had a heck of a time finding her, too! How many places could one woman go? Apparently a lot.

"I want," he started, "to say that I'm sorry, but I suppose that that may not be enough, right?" he paused long enough to see her shake her head, "but I am, and I regret leaving you, and..." he paused for one second, "Alavda, I still want you," he was not lying, "But I won't forse you to make a decision," yet, "But you will need to make it, eventually," he pulled out a handkerchief so that he could hold her chin so that she would not move away, "Just think about it," he said before lightly kissing her mouth, "Ah yes," he smiled at her, having just seen a glimpse of a memory, "The garden...I kissed you for the first time there, didn't I?" he chuckled at the look she gave him, "Well, I won't trouble you any more tonight. I'll take my leave for now then. Goodnight, Alavda."

Just before exiting the room, he turned back to her, "Oh yes, you can move now," then he left.

As soon as she was sure that Thomas was out of the house, she collapsed in the nearest chair, letting the tears fall now. She did not know if they were angry tears or weepy tears.