Title: a brave new world
Description: tag: Klaus
Arabelle Wood - March 15, 2012 06:39 PM (GMT)
God, she was so hungry.
So freaking hungry. Her mouth and her gums hurt like she'd been punched by someone a hell of a lot stronger than her (which hell, she had) and her body was practically tingling, yearning for something that she wouldn't have even considered a few hours ago. But it was everything consuming her thoughts - blood, blood, and more blood. Arabelle could hardly drag herself down the street, her jacket wrapped tightly around her torso to cover that her shirt was soaked in blood, and not all of it was even hers. She had fed, and it had tasted so good. All she wanted to do was feed more, she couldn't even concern herself with the fact that she had just killed someone, someone who probably had friends and family that were going to miss him, and she'd just fed on him like he was a freaking slurpee. But god, she just wanted more and more, she couldn't drag herself away from how good it had tasted.
And walking along the crowded streets of New York was so, so not helping the situation. Everyone she walked by she just wanted to rip
out their throat and drain them dry. She knew that there was still her own dried blood on her neck, and a bit of it even in her hair, and she just wanted to do that to someone else so badly. Everything about her walking was stiff, trying to resist the urge to just grab them, but god, it was so strong. Arabelle was biting on her own lip hard enough to draw blood, just watching them as they walked by. Because hell, she couldn't handle it, and she didn't know how she was supposed to, but blood was all that she could think about. Everything was so much stronger, and she didn't even know what time it was or when the sun was going to come up, which was honestly a worrying though, but people in New York never slept and were just willing to walk down a crowded street at any time of the day, even knowing that vampires were out there wanting to grab them and just drain them dry. And that was just exactly what she had become.
Stopping herself wasn't even something she considered. Some man bumped into her, and she didn't even think about it, giving him some smile and then in the same second dragging him into an alleyway, throwing him against the wall. She was just too hungry, and there was too much of it, everywhere. Arabelle didn't even consider what she may have looked like when the whites of her eyes darkened and the veins underneath her eyes protruded, her fangs coming up and immediately sinking right into the man's neck, ignoring his shoots and just feeling his resistance go weaker and weaker. But this was all she could even think about, the blood, and it was so good, this was the satisfaction that she needed. When the man had gone completely limp and she couldn't hear the heartbeat anymore, she let him drop on the ground, taking a step back. It was on her lips and dripping down her chin, she could feel it, and could even see that some of it had gotten on her jacket. "Shit,"
She muttered under her breath, stripping off the jacket and glancing down at her shirt, completely covered in blood. God, what she had done? She shoved the body with her foot aside for a moment, leaning back against the wall - which judging from what it sounded like on the inside, just a club. She could hardly focus on her surroundings, though, completely unaware of what to do.
Niklaus Mikaelson - March 22, 2012 03:54 AM (GMT)
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Klaus had spent a good part of the evening and the beginning of the night scoping
out a few places that he'd heard good things about – werewolf related things – in
hopes of catching out a few Oak Whites while he was at it, but with no such luck.
Ordinarily, this would have put a dampener on his mood, but, as of late, he was
truly pushing his own patience to the limit. He had the answers he needed now and
he had a way to fix the issues he had with making his hybrids – now, all he had to
do was wait and let the wolves sick of the transformations come to him when they
got wind of what he was doing. However, he wasn't going to let them all come to
him, having already collected a few names of Oak Whites within the city and
retaining the intent to follow up on every one of the names he knew. Hands tucked
into his jacket pockets, he made his way back towards Ragnarok, head ducked low
and a set scowl on his face, despite his best efforts to try and fight off the
impending bad mood about the pretty failed day.
The buzz of the various noises from within the club began resonating in his ears
well before he could see the place, giving him a little foreknowledge of the fact that
the place was going to be heaving with people when he got there – at least with
that being the case, there was every chance of him finding some unsuspecting,
pretty, little plaything to occupy the rest of his night. It was this thought that finally
dissolved the scowl, replacing it with his signature devious smirk, the smirk of
either 'I've just done something bad' or 'I'm about to'. He hesitated for a moment,
his other senses sparked in interest at the familiar smell of blood, albeit somewhat
dried blood, eyes scanning around for the source. It was when he laid eyes on a
young woman as some guy bumped into her that he worked out the source of the
smell. He shook his head slightly at the scene before him – humans were such
fickle creatures, although, it probably didn't help that vampires were such a
Despite what would be the average person's better judgement, he slowly made his
way towards the entrance of the alley, listening to the sounds of the human dying
at the fangs of the little vampire. He rounded the corner just as she finished, letting
the body drop to the floor and the blood run down her chin. It was the blood
getting on her jacket that seemed to annoy her the most as she took it off,
revealing her shirt to be absolutely soaked in blood. The only time Klaus knew
vampires to be that messy – other than for the desire of generally just making a
mess, which he had already removed from the list of reasons behind this because
of the genuine sense of hunger within the woman – was when...no, she couldn't
be. She had been so naturally and innocently devious taking the guy into the alley
in the first place. Oh, well, there was one sure fire way to find out. “Something
tells me you're new at this,” he taunted casually, a flash of mischief moving
across his icy blue eyes despite how level his expression appeared to be on the
Arabelle Wood - March 23, 2012 12:49 PM (GMT)
It tasted way too good for any of her sanity. She of course didn't want to think about any of this - she would have loved to have just been able to shove it in the back of her mind and never have to think about it again. Arabelle knew that it wasn't an option, but god, she could hope, because this was the last thing that she would ever even guessed happening to her. She didn't want to be a monster, not like this, but the blood tasted way too damn good, and she really, really didn't want to stop feeding. Ignoring her head, completely, of course, because almost every aspect of her mind was screaming at her to stop, that she didn’t want to be like the things she hunted. It felt like it was only temporarily satisfying, as well, even if this wasn't her first of the night - and god, she could only hope it would be her last, because she had no clue how she was just supposed to grab a hold of control and pretend that she didn't want to rip out the throat of everyone with a heartbeat. She really, really wanted to. And resisting had already proved itself to be way too difficult, apparently.
Arabelle couldn’t help but run her tongue over the bottom of her lip, leaning back against the wall slightly. The blood definitely covered the majority of her shirt, that was certain. There was a small tear in the short near her chest, and a much more noticeable hole above her belly button, where she’d been not so conveniently stabbed with her own stake... although the hole itself in her stomach was very much gone. The only pain, really, was her mouth - though the strangeness had seemed to grasp her thoughts a bit more than the ache of it had. Feeling them retract, of course, did nothing but add to the strangeness, although the feeling of them gone was at least one less thing that she had to think about. Even if that was the last thing she wanted to think about - because really, blood really seemed to want to be the dominant thought. And that was one thing that she really, really did not want to let happen. It seemed like she'd been monstrous enough for one evening.
The man’s voice surprised her, and she couldn’t help but physically flinch. She hadn’t heard anyone coming, or even thought to try and be aware of her surroundings, because she’d very easily been distracted. She gave the man a brief glance, he didn’t look terrifying or anything of the sort - but judging from what he said, he was one as well. Which you know, normal circumstances, that meant reach for the nearest stake. This naturally was the farthest thing from normal that she’d probably ever experienced, though, that was for certain. And well, the thought hardly even crossed her time, because hell, she was worried and didn’t know what to do... and well, another vampire seemed like the smartest person to go to, probably. Ignoring that she wasn’t exactly friendly with other vampires, of course. ”Yeah,”
She released the breath she hardly realized that she’d been holding, her arms crossing beneath her chest as she straightened up, almost as if she was holding herself. ”I’m guessing you’re not?”
Hardly a question, really, but logic didn’t seem like it wanted to cooperate at the moment.
Niklaus Mikaelson - March 24, 2012 10:31 PM (GMT)
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Watching the woman as she seemed thoroughly consumed in the blood lust, Klaus
felt his head tilt ever so slightly. A couple of weeks ago, he had actually been
exactly the same, despite how many years practice he had at handling his blood
lust, but, now, he miraculously seemed to have levelled back out again. Granted, he
still loved a good drink, blood or alcohol or both, as much as the next vampire,
even one as old as he was – he just had the added bonus of being something a
little bit more than that as well. It seemed somewhat of a shame that this poor little
thing was so hungry, yet, in her blatant disorientation, was wasting a lot of what
would have satiated the pain and the hunger. It was a vicious circle that she had
gotten herself stuck in. The fact that the blood was all over herself probably wasn't
helping at all either – the blood would soon be dry and continue to make her
focused on her need to find something fresh through the fact that she would still be
able to smell it.
A slight smirk quirked a corner of Klaus' mouth upwards as he noticed the girl flinch
as he spoke – another thing that was giving her away as a new vampire since it
wasn't exactly often that you could sneak up on an experienced vampire like that.
“Hardly,” he responded simply, taking a few steps towards her. He slowly took his
hands out of his pockets and lifted them, presenting her with his palms as he
advanced towards her. “I'm not going to hurt you, sweetheart,” he muttered
gently. He crouched down by the body she had created, grimacing slightly as he
grabbed it's jaw, examining it's face for a moment. “Let's just hope no one's
gonna go looking for him, huh?” he questioned rhetorically, looking up at the
girl with another smirk. He slowly stood, casually lifting the body and hauling it into
the nearby open topped skip, throwing a few other things in from the alley for good
measure. It wasn't his usual style to clean up his own messes, let alone anyone
else's like this, but this girl intrigued him somewhat.
Arabelle Wood - March 27, 2012 11:47 AM (GMT)
How the hell was she supposed to control these kinds of impulses? They were just there, and they were awful, and she didn't know how to deal with them. It had been what, a few hours, if that, maybe? She hadn't a clue the time was, though she was sure she'd gone out just a bit after dark. City lights naturally tended to screw up some of those assumptions, considering that the lights never seemed to really go off. And they'd been annoyingly bright when she'd been walking around, trying you know, not to kill every person that got near her. It was at least easier being away from people - that much was a clear. She didn't want to have to run from people, but the urges for their blood were sure as hell something that she didn't even want to have to consider dealing with. But it'd been shoved down her throat. Accepting it wasn't something that she wanted to do, of course, but it didn't seem like there was going to be much of another option. She would have loved to stay in denial for as long as she could, but fuck, she knew that wasn't going to help her whatsoever. She just really, really didn't know what to do. And she definitely didn't know who she was supposed to turn to.
Her eyes lingered on him as he moved closer, softly biting down on her bottom lip. Arabelle honestly did not think that he was going to hurt her, because even if he did, it seemed like he would have tried something when she'd been more... distracted. "I believe you,"
She stated, her exterior a great ordeal calmer than she felt. Ara couldn't bring herself to look when he looked at the face, glancing away at the end of the alley uncomfortably. The question bothered her quite a bit. She didn't want to think about what friends or family the man may have had, or the fact that they were likely to miss him and going to want to know what happened. And she'd just killed him, completely on impulse, because she was hungry. Him disposing the body surprised her slightly, considering yeah, she knew how to get rid of a body and had done so before, but she wasn't exactly expecting any assistance from some stranger. Then again, she wasn't sure who she was supposed to expect any help from. It wasn't like she got all up and friendly with vampires. "Why are you helping me?"
She couldn't help but question, a small furrow appearing on her brow. It seemed like a fairly valid question to her.
Niklaus Mikaelson - March 28, 2012 12:12 PM (GMT)
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Klaus could truly appreciate what this pretty little creature was going through. He
had been through the same, albeit it a thousand or so years previous – he
remembered the inherent disorientation due to the newly enhanced sense, the
uncontrollable urge to eat anyone with a strong heartbeat that pumped their
delicious life force through their body, the sensation of fear and adrenaline that
coursed through people once they worked out what you were doing – he
remembered it all. Something within him sort of pitied, sort of sympathised with the
poor girl. It was relatively obvious that whoever had done this to her and just left
her to her own devices, not explaining any of this to her, leaving her in her current
state of mess. It was somewhat sickening to think of being left like that – he had
been turned along with the rest of his family, so it had been a shared voyage of
discovery for him in the early days – he couldn't imagine being left to fend for
himself in that state.
One corner of his mouth turned upwards as she expressed her belief in his words
about hurting her. He could, if he really wanted to, but this girl posed no threat to
him and it was pretty obvious she hadn't even worked her new self out entirely yet.
He could sense her general unease, largely surrounding what she had just done to
this unsuspecting human heap, so he wasn't about to agitate her further – new
vampires always seemed to have that nervous edge that actually gave them a slight
advantage to things, it was just the disorientation that made it difficult for them to
focus the advantage properly. Knocking the top of the skip free to clatter closed, he
slowly turned to the girl, a slight scowl forming on his pale features. “I'm not
helping you,” he responded, a little defensively. “I just imagine that it would
be an easy body to find, considering it's so close to a popular
establishment,” he observed, the scowl fading from his face as he advanced on
her again. “No point getting yourself into trouble, is there?” he questioned
with a slight smirk.
Standing about a foot away from her, he tilted his head and looked her up and
down. “I imagine you'll feel better if you got out of those clothes,” he
suggested, the smirk settled a little more permanently on his face as he realised
that his on the surface quite innocent suggestion could have various meanings,
although, it probably seemed like another way of him helping her. He honestly
wasn't sure whether he was helping her or helping himself at this point, taking
some sort of advantage out of her disorientation. “The smell must be driving
you crazy,” he continued before gesturing further into the alleyway towards a
door that he knew led into the back of Ragnarok. It was a little way away from the
club, but it actually lead directly to it via various corridors, passing various other
rooms that he had reserved for his own personal use and Rebekah's use as well, of
course. However, he had a feeling she was off doing her own thing in somewhere
that wasn't Ragnarok, the music having driven her out as it got busier and busier.
Arabelle Wood - March 29, 2012 03:48 AM (GMT)
It didn't take her nearly enough concentration to push the thought that she had just taken a life out of her hunger. Arabelle wanted to feel awful and guilty about what she had just done, like she was some kind of terrible person, because at this point, she had to be. She shouldn't have been able to take this nearly as lightly as she was taking it. But it had been satisfying, the blood had been satisfying on a level she would not have imagined. It was practically painfully satisfying, and it was easy to tell that such a simple taste was going to leave her hanging for more, without a doubt. Her conscience may not have wanted any more of it, but god, she could have sworn every other aspect she did want more of it. It had tasted ridiculously good, though. The taste was still lingering in her mouth as temptation, practically begging her to go get more. And the contradicting thoughts for what she really wanted just made it that much harder and added to the confusion of the whole ordeal. This was definitely one instinct that she could do without.
Her arms crossed uncomfortably beneath her chest, a small furrow appearing on her brow at the comment. She wasn't exactly one that liked being helped, it'd always been something that she was overly stubborn on the topic of, and while… a small part of her perhaps appreciated it, because she knew in this mind state she wasn't going to think of it herself, she wasn't sure what to think. Ara knew better than to just trust people because they seemed nice, but he hadn't done anything threatening so far. And she didn't exactly hang with vampires or make friends with them, and she didn't know who she was supposed to go to. His intentions didn't seem at least bad so far. It couldn't be the worst thing, right? "Yeah, I guess,"
She answered, trying to release some of the tension in her shoulders. Starting off by already getting herself in trouble wasn't going to be the most promising sign, that much was for sure. None of this was exactly full of good omens, though. The night had quickly gone downhill with that blonde bitch.
Arabelle gave a glance down at her own dirtied clothes, her lips pressing tighter uncomfortably. Yeah, it was pretty bad, and they were definitely stained beyond belief. The comment itself didn't bother her, not particularly, because she probably would have been a lot more comfortable, but at the same time she didn't exactly want to just pick up clothes off of someone else. And she was… aware that there could have been a double meaning behind his words, but for the moment she chose to just ignore it. "Probably,"
She agreed with a slight nod of the head. "It is."
Her words were a bit more short than she intended when she agreed, but the smell of it was no doubt making her crave the substance more. After a moment, she picked up her jacket that she'd thrown down in her frustration, though made no move to put it up before starting to walk in the direction that he'd motioned to. She wasn't sure exactly where he was wanting to take her or whatever, but going with him seemed like a pretty good idea, because she knew she needed to get it off the streets for a bit and calm down. Or at least attempt to get things under control.
Niklaus Mikaelson - March 29, 2012 10:29 AM (GMT)
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“You can turn it off, you know?” Klaus began, his voice level and his head
slightly tilting in a curiously innocent manner, wondering just how much she had
worked out about her vampire self already. “All the stuff that's going on in that
pretty little head of yours,” he explained in clarification of what 'it' she could
turn off, his head falling to tilt the other way as he spoke. “Although, you seem
to be panicking a lot less than the average person would,” he added as a
sort of offhanded comment. She didn't seem like she was completely incapable of
handling things by herself, having witnessed how various people reacted when they
were turned into vampires – the disorientation of everything that was suddenly new
and renewed seemed to generally send people a bit loopy, some people even
imagining themselves to be somewhat indestructible. As a vampire, sure, you were
pretty hard to kill if you were trying to do it yourself, but if someone else was doing
it and knew even vaguely what they were doing – foolish new vampires were just
asking to be killed.
He smirked as he watched her crossing her arms over her chest. She seemed to like
the idea of being helped as much as he seemed to like the idea of being the one to
help her – granted, he wasn't going to admit that he was somewhat helping her
and actually feeling kind of self righteous about it, but he was also helping himself
by cleaning up outside Ragnarok. It wasn't common knowledge that it was his
place, but he wasn't going to go around announcing the fact to any random person,
regardless of how pretty they were or how delicious they looked covered in blood.
“Trust me, getting into trouble this early on...” he began, his smirk
broadening slightly. “Well, it certainly doesn't bode well for the future, does
it?” he questioned somewhat rhetorically. He remembered getting into what felt
like a whole lot of trouble in his early days as a vampire, but that was on a small
scale and his family was generally always around him, cleaning up his messes even
when he'd rather that they left them.
He watched her for a moment as she spoke and then hesitated before picking up
her jacket and walking towards the door. He smirked as she seemed to be taking it
like instructions to a child – a little reluctantly, but doing it nevertheless because it
seems like the best way to stay out of trouble. You also had to remember that
Klaus wasn't used to not being listened to, so if she hadn't followed his suggestion,
he would have only had to bat his lashes and she'd be doing it anyway. He himself
hesitated for a very brief moment before following her, reaching out to grab the
door handle and open it for her, gesturing inside with a bright, although slightly
devious smile. “You'll feel better out of the fluorescent street lights as
well,” he observed, looking into the dark hallway. He reached inside, flipping a
switch the turned on a few very dim lights up in the ceiling before gesturing inside
again. It probably looked better than having her walk into a completely dark
Arabelle Wood - March 29, 2012 12:29 PM (GMT)
Her brow furrowed at his statement, completely unaware of what he meant. Even paired with the small explanation, there was no lightbulb moment or indicator to what he may have been referencing to. Her knowledge of vampires over the years had basically been about their strengths and weaknesses physically, as she had never really cared to know what was going on in their head. They were bloodthirsty monsters as far as she had been concerned, and her own thoughts seemed to be currently proving that little idea. "I have no idea what you're talking about..."
Arabelle stated after a moment, the confusion evident on her face. She didn't think that she was handling it well whatsoever, though, and if this was apparently calmer than the average person... well, she was very, very glad. She felt enough like a mess already dropping bodies and wandering around covered in blood, even if some of it had been hers. But if this was apparently better, geez. This kind of life was really, really going to suck more than she had already been thinking.
None of this seemed to bode well for the future. Whatever kind of future she had left, anyway. Arabelle had never been one to look into the future all too much, but as a hunter, she presumed that was the only kind of future she was going to have. They seemed to die young, anyway, so planning out some extravagant future or whatever seemed like wasted effort. And this was certainly proof that they tended to go out young. She was only twenty-three... and boom, her life had already been ripped away from her, just like that. All because she'd screwed up on a hunter, she hadn't been fast enough. It was no doubt a thought that was going to haunt her for the rest of her life... whatever that was going to be. It was hard not to be pessimistic on the matter, because yeah, she hated vampires with every fiber of her being. Maybe there were one or two really good ones out there, but that wasn't something that she wanted to think about. They had all been nothing but bastards in her opinion, regardless of what they had said, and now she was just one of them. She was another killing bastard. Yeah, pessimism was definitely going to linger on it all.
Arabelle left the question unanswered, peering in to the door that he opened. It was dark until he turned on the lights, though that hardly did all too much for the hallway. Although, her eyes seemed to adjust much, much better to it than she would have previously thought. Huh. "Yeah..."
She commented without thinking about it all too much, stepping into the hallway. She honestly hadn't the slightest clue where he may have been taking her, but she was throwing it to change for once. Tonight had already been full of screw ups, so if it had to, adding another one to the list wouldn't have been all too altering. And it wasn't like she was going to talk to this to anyone anyway. "Where are we?"
She asked, pausing and waiting for him to take the lead, considering she was rather clueless for the moment. After a moment she he had moved in front of her, her hands slipped down to the bottom of her shirt, swiftly peeling off the bloody thing and then wrapping her jacket back around her slender frame, easily having it be the less bloody of the two. And well... modesty, at the moment, was starting to feel a bit overrated.
Niklaus Mikaelson - March 31, 2012 09:29 PM (GMT)
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Klaus shook his head slightly as she spoke. He couldn't believe that she'd have no
idea what he was talking about, although, in saying that, if she didn't have a
knowledge of vampires apart from that which was in the news and her maker had
left her to her own devices, then she probably wouldn't have an idea of what he
was talking about. “You really are new to this, aren't you?” he questioned,
somewhat sarcastically, the signature smirk playing across his face. He let out a soft
sigh, shaking his head slightly again. “Where are they?” he began to ask,
scowling slightly before he continued to speak. “The person that did this to
you,” he clarified as an add on to his question. He couldn't have imagined being
left alone like this poor little thing clearly had – it was one of the things that always
seemed to tick over in his mind, the idea of being left alone being one that truly
bothered him more than most other things – he had never been left alone for that
long in the very early days.
His irritation at the idea of leaving a progeny behind built into a slightly irritable
sigh, lifting a hand to tap a finger against his temple. “There's a switch in your
head, allows you to turn it off,” he tried to explain. He had figured out his own
switch relatively quickly and he'd had plenty of time to work on it since then. “Turn
off your humanity, turn off your feelings, turn it all off,” he continued, not
sure he was really making that much sense to the girl standing before him.
Although, in saying that, it all made perfect sense once you found the switch – it
was finding it in the first place that was a challenge for some people, then the
process of actually flicking it...he wasn't sure what this girl would regard as the
harder part. “It leaves you feeling less guilty every time you do the one
thing you need to in order to survive,” he finished, his eyes lowering slowly
and very intentionally to the blood on her clothes and his head tilting in a blind
gesture towards the skip that now contained a dead body.
He smiled ever so softly at her as she stepped inside the door without much
argument, following behind her, only taking another brief hesitation in movement to
look up the alley to make sure they weren't followed. He slowly pulled the door
closed, slender fingers quickly flicking over the lock. The door had only been open
because it was the door he had walked out of earlier. He turned to the girl, smile
returning to his face as she asked where they were, brushing carefully passed her
to lead the way. “Behind the club,” he began, turning to her for a moment, eyes
playing up and down her as just finished swapping her shirt for her jacket. “But I
imagine you don't want to be round people...well, humans much,” he
continued, another smirk returning to his face. “All those ever so tempting,
warm blooded bodies...” he teased, his smirk broadening into a devious smile
before turning away and continuing to lead her down the hallway, the noises from
the club getting a little louder with every step.
Halfway down the corridor, he dug his keys from his pocket to open the lock on one
of the few rooms he actually used as an office. Pushing the door open, he stepped
aside, pressing himself against the door, tucking the keys back into his pocket with
one hand, the other gesturing for the girl to step inside. “Come on in,” he offered
with a bright smile. Giving her a moment to step inside, he closed the door behind
them both, the closed door being enough to drown out most of the sounds from
the club, before crossing to his desk and to the collection of glasses and bottles
beyond. He shrugged off his jacket, dropping it onto the back of the chair before he
turned to the counter and twisted two glasses over, reaching for a bottle a random.
“So, what's your name?” he finally questioned, having just been thinking about
her as 'the bloody girl' for the duration of time that he had known her thus far, as
he poured out some of the liquid from the bottle into each glass, purposely pouring
himself a little bit more.
He picked up the glasses, turning and leaning over the desk slightly, placing the
glass down on the surface in front of the girl. “Trust me when I say, it helps,”
he explained, taking a long gulp of his own drink, his blue eyes not leaving the
pretty little thing as he tilted his head back ever so slightly and slowly swallowed.
“It helps a lot,” he added with a knowing smirk. Of course he knew that it
helped, although, alcohol had never been quite as strong back in the day – an
advancement he was thankful for. He scowled slightly as he took in her delicate
features, putting his glass down on the desk and quickly moving around it in order
to stand directly in front of her, looking down into her piercing blue eyes. Never
breaking his gaze, he pulled one of his sleeves further down over his hand, lifting it
in order to carefully brush the drying blood from the girl's face. “There, that's
better,” he said softly, eyeing her up and down, his head tilting curiously again, his
sleeve falling back from his hand as he lightly traced his fingers along her jaw.
Arabelle Wood - April 1, 2012 05:39 AM (GMT)
With all of the questions that she was having at the moment, maybe it would have been a good idea to get to know a bit more about vampires other than effective ways to injure or kill them. The switch was something that she'd never heard of, and although it left her curious, there was a small feeling of dread in hearing the comment. It couldn't have meant anything good, surely. That much didn't seem like it would be hard to determine. "A few hours new, yeah."
Arabelle admitted, her tone almost a bit grumpy. It may not have even been a few hours, she'd felt too disoriented to really tell, and it had only slowly started to get better. Although, the city lights hadn't helped in the process - nor had the noise. Not an ideal place to start out. "Some bitch named Cara. And throwing herself off a cliff if luck decides to get in my favor whatsoever."
Yeah, she knew that would have done nothing to kill her, but the anger was there, and thinking straight didn't seem like it was going to make the top of her to do list for the rest of the night. There was more than enough distractions.
A furrow appeared on her brow as he went into the explanation about the switch. It was definitely nothing that she had ever heard of, although it no doubt made her curious. The ending of it did if anything scare her a bit. The idea of not having her humanity was something that she did very easily associate with simply being a vampire, but knowing that there was a way too turn it off was fully out scary, if anything. She had previously been under the assumption that not having humanity or guilt was kind of an automatic thing, but with all of the emotions that had been driving her crazy and how up and down she had been, it seemed to make sense that there was a way too turn it off - a cure, of sorts. She wouldn't have ever considered it, though. Her humanity, even if she wasn't human, was something she would have at least liked to think she had. "Do people actually... turn it off?"
She questioned after a brief moment, biting down on her lower lip slightly. The idea of turning it off was scary, yeah, but the idea that some people would have didn't surprise her.
Even so, humans at the moment were definitely not what she wanted to be around. The taste was still lingering in her mouth and no doubt leaving her craving more, and she knew being packed in a club among them would have made her absolutely snap. Just walking on the streets had been causing her extreme irritation, and then she didn't have to be close to them, and could at least try to ignore their presence for a good portion of it. As she followed him, the music got a bit louder, and for the slightest moment she was a bit worried until he stopped at one of the rooms. That was... good. Being away from a lot of people certainly seemed like it would have been beneficial in this kind of circumstance, because she had no idea how she was supposed to behave now around them. It was all a bit lost of them, and of course her views toward them were more than negative. But he was at least helping her right now, which was both greatly appreciated and enough for her to give him a bit of trust with herself. It wasn't like she was trusting herself all too much at the moment anyhow.
She stepped into the room without any hesitance, glancing over and assuming that it was some kind of office for the place. Either way, as long as she was out of the public, she was more than okay with it. "Arabelle,"
She answered, keeping her lips out of the tight line they kept wanting to go in. "And uh, who are you?"
She questioned back, her head tilting to the side ever so slightly in an innocent manner. It seemed like it would have been a good idea to at least know the name of the handsome stranger who was helping her. Arabelle took a long swallow of the alcohol when he handed it to her, not needing any further encouragement. And yeah, it did seem to help, and she couldn't help but nod in agreement slightly. If alcohol was going to be good for this, then well, great. At least it was easy to get her hands on. She watched him as he moved around to the side of the desk that she was standing on, not quite sure what he was doing. When he reached towards her face, her eyes glanced at his hand, although it only took her a moment to realize what he was doing. And having his hand linger surprised her, although she'd thought she'd noticed him looking her over a few times, and at the thought couldn't help but glance over him. "Uh, thanks,"
She stated softly, her muscles remaining in place and unsure what to do.
Niklaus Mikaelson - April 11, 2012 03:42 PM (GMT)
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Klaus tilted his head as she spoke about how new she was to this. He could still
vividly remember the first few hours of his life as a new vampire – they had been
some of the worst hours of his life up until that point. That wasn't to say he'd not
had some bad times since then, but that, in comparison to how he had lived his
human life, had been a great deal more horrible. Granted, he wasn't even truly sure
that he'd experienced anything quite as bad since then. He chuckled lightly at her
word's about her maker. “Well, it's certainly her loss for leaving you,” he
began in response, a smile settled across his face, dimpling his cheeks. If she'd
been one of his, he certainly wouldn't have left her. He hadn't made many vampires
of his own in his time, too distracted by other things, but when he did, he tended
to make sure they were looked after when they needed to be. “I'm sure your
luck isn't that bad...” he continued, quickly raising and lowering his eyebrows to
highlight his point.
“All the time, love,” he answered, his tone verging a little on the condescending,
which honestly wasn't that unusual for him. “Is it really that surprising?
Everything about you is amplified over an infinite amounts of times when
you get turned: your senses, your hunger, your emotions...” he continued,
shaking his head slightly before speaking again. “It makes things a lot easier,”
he finished simply, his tone softening again. He was more than a little guilty of
manipulating his own switch to the extreme, but it was something he had come to
terms with so long ago – it was no surprise that he tried to encourage others to use
it. He hesitated for only a minute when she gave her his name. Where had he
heard that name before? Even the momentary glitch at remembering was enough
to detract him from being straightforward with her. A bright smile spread across his
face at her question. “I'm Nik,” he replied gently, taking a sip of his drink as she
took a gulp of her own. “See what I mean?” he questioned.
He lightly brushed his fingers back along her pretty little jaw once more, his eyes
carefully following his fingers, before tracing his feather light touch down the
jugular line of her pale neck, to the exposed part of her clavicle and along to the
notch at the base of her throat. As his fingers lingered for a moment in the notch,
he finally lifted his eyes to hers, the corners of his mouth turning upwards again
into another dimpled smile. “So, Arabelle,” he began gently, a glint of mischief
flashing across his bright eyes as he shifted back from her slightly, moving his hand
away from her. He perched on the edge of the desk, one arm casually reaching
around himself in order to pick up his glass again, whilst the fingers of the other
hand curled around the edge of the desk beside him. “Is there anything else
you need, sweetheart?” he questioned softly before taking a slow sip of his
drink, lowering his head ever so slightly, although, his icy eyes never left hers as he
Arabelle Wood - April 12, 2012 12:31 PM (GMT)
It was incredibly tempting to make some remark about it was bitch's life she got out of leaving her, although Arabelle managed to hold her tongue for this time. It wasn't like the woman had managed to give her any kind of help whatsoever after she had killed her, other than making her feed - which in her own book, despite that it had been absolutely ravish, definitely was not any sort of help. She wanted to at least try and control it even if she had no idea if it was even possible. Her assumptions about vampires had never been the best. She shifted her weight between hips uncomfortably, not wanting to even think about it, even if it had fairly easily become a rather dominant thought in her mind. A distraction at the moment definitely sounded like a good thing. And she sure as hell could use one. She bit faintly down onto her lower lip, mostly on the inside of her mouth, her eyebrows faintly twitching at the comment, although certainly not in amusement. "Oh?"
She wasn't quire sure what he was getting at that the moment, but either way, her luck at the moment wasn't exactly looking like the best thing in the world to her.
Easier. That was enough to make her think about it, to consider, even for the slightest second. Arabelle hadn't expected the difficulty of this at all, and it wasn't exactly something that you just happened to pick up from hunting. There wasn't some sort of preparation that you could have for this kind of thing. "Huh,"
She stated after a moment, releasing the breath she hardly realized she'd been holding. There was well, more to this than she would have ever imagined. And none of it was in the good way whatsoever, so yeah, she was a bit on edge at the moment. But this also seemed like a hell of a good reason. She hadn't even liked vampires in the first place, there was no way that she was just going to be okay and nonchalant about it. It was at least comforting that he wasn't threatening her in any kind of way, and helping even, whether or not either of them really wanted to recognize it. When he introduced himself as well, a slightly forced smile appeared on her lips for a brief moment. "Yeah, I do,"
She agreed, taking another swallow of the drink and rather appreciating the burn down her throat.
His hand left a trail of goosebumps as it moved, and Arabelle wasn't entirely sure what she expected him to do. She wasn't necessarily reacting badly, she just was a bit unsure. She lightly shivered when his hand reached her clavicle and the bottom of her neck - she'd always been a bit more ticklish and sensitive than she would have preferred. Even so, she was still curious as to what exactly he was doing in the first place. Her eyes met his and she smiled back, albeit a bit more tightly. Smiling and pretending to be happy or okay with this situation wasn't exactly on her agenda - because no, she didn't like vampires, and she definitely didn't like being one. That was more than easy to tell. Even if there were going to be occasionally nice ones, to her at least, she still wasn't going to like this. Them, maybe, but not this. "I don't know,"
She admitted, a bit quietly, paired with a minor shrug of the shoulders and taking another swallow of the drink. She didn't know anything about this situation, not this closely, and she wasn't sure what exactly she was supposed to need out of it.
Niklaus Mikaelson - July 14, 2012 02:18 PM (GMT)
Klaus tilted his head as he continued to observe the young girl before him. She seemed so uncertain in her own skin right now, unable to grasp the simple concepts he was presenting her with. Well, to him, they seemed like very simple concepts, but, then again, he'd had well over a thousand years to truly appreciate the meaning of what it meant to be a vampire. This girl before him, this Arabelle, she was brand new – of course she wouldn't understand what he was trying to say. The only way she could learn about being a vampire was to live with it. That's how he had dealt with it, that's how his family had dealt with it, the Original vampires, and that was how most dealt with the violent change of their living status. At least sure understood what he meant about alcohol helping to stave off the cravings, but that was a pretty easy concept to take in. Alcohol helped stave off inhibitions, amongst other things, when you were human, so it only made sense for it to stop the hunger.
Taking another sip of his drink, his mind shifted to the very honest reaction her skin had produced after having run his fingers over it, fighting off a smirk behind his glass. He somehow always knew how to press another person's buttons – perhaps because of how conscious he was of people pushing his own. He tossed back the last of his drink, settling the glass on the table behind him. “Well, another drink perhaps? Or a drink of a different kind?” he questioned, a devilish smirk spreading across his mouth. As much as he had just witnessed her draining a guy who was easily three times bigger than her, he remembered the early days of the hunger so well and how it ended up being all about the blood. “Or I can show you another distraction? A personal favourite of mine,” he teased, the smirk never leaving his face, a flash of mischief skimming over his icy blue eyes as he continued to watch her.
Arabelle Wood - July 20, 2012 01:18 AM (GMT)
God, what she would have given for this to all be some kind of mind game or some horrific nightmare. It felt much more like that than any sort of reality that she'd ever known. You didn't just spend most of your life as a hunter, and pretty much dedicate your entire life to it knowing what costs it could bring, and then just end up as a vampire. That wasn't how this kind of thing was supposed to work. Maybe she was in shock about it more than anything else, that seemed like the most likely of options, honestly. Arabelle didn't want to be in shock about it, because she didn't want any of this to happen, and she knew right now more than ever that she needed a clear head, she just couldn't see that as any sort of possibility at the moment. Her thoughts were too messy, too erratic to think properly. There was nothing proper about it. She finished off the rest of the drink, though still clutched tightly onto the glass to keep herself from trembling. She was still terrified of this entire mess, more so than she would have ever liked to admit.
The suggestion of another drink made her cringe. God, she was still thirsty - and it disgusted her. She had just killed someone much larger than her, and yet she was still craving for more. "No, uh, definitely not another drink." That was the hunter side of her no doubt speaking - the rational side of her, even. She didn't want to kill people, and it wasn't exactly subtle what he'd been hinting out with that one. Arabelle really couldn't kill more people, especially not right now, but not ever hopefully. She didn't want to be the monster she'd been hunting for so long. She couldn't, couldn't drag herself down to be like that after all of the years that she'd spent hunting. Whatever he was hinting at then, though, sounded ridiculously open ended. "Sure, I guess," She agreed against her better instinct. It seemed like this was all going to go against her sane instincts, and well... if it helped, right now she was about willing to take anything.
Niklaus Mikaelson - October 18, 2012 08:15 PM (GMT)
Klaus simply stood, watching her closely, wondering what could be going through her mind, prompting his own mind to tick back over a thousand years to his first moments as a vampire. At first, there'd be confusion, his last human memory being that of drinking the wine his mother offered him, wine that he would later learn was laced with Tatia's blood. This was soon followed by Mikael driving his own sword through his chest, a nightmare, surely. A glance across the room had confirmed that it wasn't, Rebekah lying bloodied on the floor, bringing him to lift a hand to his chest as panic and fear began to set in. West, his chest was wet with blood and looking down for confirmation only worsened the ruse of emotions building within him. He had rushed to Rebekah as she roused, confusion ruling his mind again, even as he tried to comfort her. It was when Mikael entered, some young girl in tow, that he felt something else, something that scared him for the briefest of moments – white hot, barely controllable rage. He didn't recall ever being so angry before now.
The fear began to creep back in when Mikael brought the girl to her knees with the pair of Mikaelsons on the floor and took a blade to her wrist. Fighting through the fear, he had tried to lash out at Mikael, to try and stop the madness, only to be shoved away. He had to sit and watch, in fear and disgust as Mikael force fed Rebekah the poor girl's blood. He had been confused, he had been angry, but, above all, he had been scared, scared of Mikael, scared of the situation, scared of how erratic his thoughts and feelings suddenly were. He had so sorely wished he could turn it all off, make it all stop. Oh, how thankful he was when he eventually worked out that he could actually do that. His head tilted as he brought himself back to the present, refocusing on the new vampire before him, pitying her situation ever so briefly, smirking slightly as she finished her drink. “Are you sure? You're at a very delicate point of your transition, love,” he answered when she turned down his offer of another drink.
“You can drink without killing if that's what stopping you,” he explained, tilting his head the other way as he continued to watch her. A devilish smirk flashed across his mouth as she agreed to the other distraction. “Sure? You guess?” he repeated, carefully taking the glass from her and placing it on the desk behind him, beside his own, his eyes never leaving her face, even as he tilted his head curiously, somehow managing to keep the self assured smirk from his lips. “You certainly don't sound sure, love,” he observed softly as he slowly moved towards her, hands raised in innocence, but the look on his face expressing anything but that same feigned innocence. Standing just inches from her now, looking down at her, his hands slowly lowered, shifting across to her and brushing down her temples, passed her eyes and to her cheeks before sweeping the hair back from her face, his fingertips ghosting over the curve of her ears before settling against the skin behind them.
Arabelle Wood - November 18, 2012 11:11 PM (GMT)
"Calm me crazy, but getting drunk doesn't seem like it's going to help so much with it being delicate." Maybe it was slightly more sarcastic than necessary, but Arabelle wasn't particularly bothered to care at the moment. Among all of the thoughts in her head at the moment, that wasn't the top of her concerns. There seemed like there would have been a lot more bigger things to be worried about right now. This lifestyle wasn't meant for her. She couldn't just be heartless and run around and rip out people's throats like it was no big deal. Maybe people thought hunters for some reason didn't really care about people, and that they were just as cold, but that was so different. They killed monsters, things that had already been running around and killing things without a second thought. That was justified, and it was something that should have been obvious. There was nothing right about being an actual monster. Her feelings about all of that nastiness was definitely intensified, she could tell that much. Her thoughts were practically flying without getting her real time to consider them.
Drink without killing. Right. Because with everything she had seen, that was clearly not the most popular choice. She'd be out of a job if it was. "I'm sure it's a possibility. Despite everything that the media tries to cover up, it's not exactly too common." Arabelle knew better than to believe that kind of crap that was spewed out. It was ridiculous how much the media loved to glamorize them and make people think like being a vampire was for some god forsaken reason a good thing. People sure as hell bought it without a second though, too, and that was easily one of the most irritating parts about it. This was just even more proof, all of the confusion and the amplifying, that this wasn't a lifestyle people should have wanted to live.
Arabelle bit down on her lower lip, honestly not wanting to think. There were far too many thoughts plaguing her mind. His hands were certainly distracting her, more than she would have thought they should have, and it was easy to place blame on being a vampire. The movements were innocent enough, even though his face replicated no such thing. "You could say my confidence levels at the moment aren't stellar." She stated, trying to shrug it off. Her hand reached up and wrapped around one of his larger ones, the movement almost hesitant as if she wasn't used to her body. Maybe she wasn't. It didn't seem to matter, as in the next move she'd eliminated most of the space between them, pressing her chest up against his and looking up to meet his eyes, her lips barely not brushing his.
Niklaus Mikaelson - December 4, 2012 03:49 PM (GMT)
Klaus smirked as she spoke about getting drunk not sounding like it was going to be a good way of helping her with her present situation. “You're crazy,” he replied initially, chuckling darkly as he let his head tilt in order to continue observing the baby vampire stood before him. “In this situation, alcohol actually helps a lot,” he went on, understanding that Arabelle perhaps wasn't going to just take his word for it on that one, but that didn't stop him defending the point. “So you can forget everything you've ever heard about alcohol not being the solution,” he joked with a devious smirk. She learn in the end that he was right, that she'd probably end up relying on the alcohol solution a lot. He nodded encouragingly when she answered his point about drinking without killing. “Oh, trust me, if it wasn't really at that common all, most of the city would be dead, most of the world for that matter,” he answered, raising both of his eyebrows. It might be difficult to grasp the concept now since she was so new to this sort of life, but she'd notice more now at least.
“There's a bigger vampire infestation around here than people think – if they all went around killing everyone they drank, then you'd really know about it,” he went on. “I supposed it's just a shame there's no vigilante hunter, dead set of killing ever last one of them, but then again, if that happened, similarly to the vampires apparently killing all the humans, there'd be no city left to protect,” he finished with a dark smirk. Attention averted away from his little 'kill the humans vs. kill the vampires' speech, he kept his eyes fixed on Arabelle's face, fingers tracing the skin behind her ears. He tilted his head, pouting slightly as she spoke about her confidences levels being a little on the low side. “Oh, I don't see why – you're a vampire now, love, embrace it,” he mumbled softly, holding perfectly still for a moment as she closed the space between them. He smirked slightly as she lifted her head, her lips brushing against his own briefly before his hands slipped to the back of her head, bringing himself to kiss her forcefully. Let the distraction demonstration begin.
* * * * * * * * * *
Klaus had almost forgotten just how excitable and energetic new vampires were, mentally thanking Arabelle for the reminder as he fastened his belt buckle, letting his jeans hang loosely from his hips, oddly surprised that anything had survived. It really wasn't a regular occurrence that anything survived his escapades, so to speak. Not that he cared – he had the money, the resources to replace just about anything and everything these days. He moved to the drinks counter at the back of the room, thankful that it, of all things, hadn't been smashed to pieces, smirking at the sight of just how much stuff from his desk had ended up on the floor. He gathered up a fresh glass and poured himself a sizable measure before turning back to Arabelle. “Are you sure I can't interest you in another drink?” he questioned, teasing her a little as he leaned against the counter and took a large gulp of the amber liquid from the glass in his hand, finishing it in one before lowering his head and smirking broadly at her.
Arabelle Wood - December 12, 2012 07:15 AM (GMT)
Maybe this whole vampire thing wasn't quite nearly as bad as she thought, considering how amazing that had just been. Honestly, that was something that she would have been more than okay with getting used to. That was definitely one hell of an effective distraction. She wasn't used to being nearly so energetic or being able to really feel just every little touch of it so fully, the overall intensity from it. She felt like she should have been completely exhausted, but she still felt fairly refreshed. The distraction was more than enough to at least put her mind at ease of her burdens for the moment. Pulling back on her wrinkled pants and hooking her bra back around, she let her eyes linger on his bare torso for a long moment before coming back up to his, running a hand through her messy hair to calm it a bit. It hardly seemed worth the effort but she might as well try and run with it for the moment.
"Yeah, I think you may be able to." She answered with a bit of a more genuine smile, much more relaxed now. It wasn't hard to tell. She knew alcohol helped too, and well - the more, the merrier. Her head was finally clear and she would at least try and keep it that way for as long as she could. There wasn't much of another option, after all. Arabelle did prefer being of a rational mindset. It was kind of a part of the whole being sane thing. She wasn't feeling nearly as delicate either, and was much more sure of herself for the moment. She'd hold on to it while she still could. Breaking off her thoughts before she got too far into them, she glanced around at the room and couldn't help but chuckle lightly at its now less the neat appearance. "I almost feel bad for causing such a mess." She commented casually with a minor shrug of her shoulders. Any mess was well worth it, though. She was sure that they could have agreed on that without hesitation. It was fixable, no doubt. And she really didn't mind it.
Niklaus Mikaelson - December 20, 2012 03:10 PM (GMT)
Klaus continued to smirk as he observed Arabelle. She certainly seemed a great deal more comfortable in her own skin now and he was pretty honestly glad that he could help with bringing that about for her, although, with him, it was difficult to tell if that was just due to the thorough ego stroking that it presented or if he was genuinely glad of helping someone. His smirk broadened when he noticed where her eyes had fallen, his own falling to scan down her body, lifting his eyes again just in time to meet hers. He chuckled softly as she brushed her hands through the chaotic mess that was her hair now. “Why bother?” he questioned with a smirk. “The ''just got out of bed' look suits you,” he teased lightly, his smirk broadening yet again into a cheek dimpling smile. His mind continued to tick over, even though his mouth had stilled, thinking about how, in just a few hours, he'd learnt that many looks suited her – the thoughts of which caused his usually somewhat icy blue green eyes to darken.
Still smiling, his eyebrows raised and fell quickly as she answered him and smiled, turning back to the counter he had been leaning on, pouring himself a fresh measure of whiskey as well as pouring some into the other glass that he'd already set out for Arabelle. “You feeling better now then, love? You certainly look a lot better,” he commented with his back still to her as he put the bottle back in it's rightful place. It wasn't that she hadn't looked every bit the beautiful woman that she was before, but she seemed a lot more settled, which brought this whole new refreshing aura around her. He picked up the glasses and turned on his heel. He slowly moved towards her as she glanced around the room, his eyes following in the direction of hers for a moment. He turned back to her with a broad smile when she said she almost felt bad for the mess. “I wouldn't – I don't,” he answered in a low tone, partially correcting himself within one sentence, offering out a glass to her.
When she took her glass, he took a thoughtful sip of his own drink, eyes not shifting from Arabelle's face. He slowly lowered the glass, his head tilting slightly. “If you have somewhere to be, you'll have to head there soon,” he began, his voice gentle as he wasn't trying to alarm her with what he was about to say. “You're not going to want to be caught outside once the sun rises – trust me,” he continued, his head shifting to tilt the other way, his mind ticking over once again about just how pretty young Arabelle was and how he'd actually done a good thing, the right thing in bringing her inside and cleaning up the mess she had previously made in the alley. “If you don't have anywhere to be, you're more than welcome to remain here, for as long as you need to,” he went on, straightening his head and taking another sip of his drink, his free hand absent mindly scratching across his waistline, just above where his jeans had fallen, as he waited for her to respond. Either way, he imagined that Arabelle would do whatever she felt was necessary.
Arabelle Wood - December 24, 2012 02:57 AM (GMT)
Arabelle couldn't help but chuckle lightly, still flattening out her hair a bit anyway, more a habit than an actual concern for its appearance. It probably looked worse than it did in the morning - but she was kind of glad that she couldn't see it, at least. It might have put a bit of a burden in the self-confidence that she had for the moment. "Maybe, except where there wasn't exactly a bed to well... break." She shrugged, figuring that was just the most likely thing to happen based of the state of the rest of the room. Another surface would have just been another something to have to clean up afterwards. It seemed like their strength and energy had been more than enough to make an utter mess out of what was already there. She definitely had no objections to the mess. Her hair seemed like a fairly easier fix than the rest of it after all.
"Yeah, definitely feeling better now." She agreed with a softer smile. That was a bit of an understatement, to be completely honest with herself. Arabelle wasn't feeling remotely as crazed or well, even psychotic as she had been before, which was a major relief. Even if that hadn't necessarily been her guess for how to accomplish a much more relaxed state of mind, it was definitely an acceptable solution. It certainly wasn't as harmful as some of the other ones she could have bitterly guessed at, even if it did cause some replaceable damage. She couldn't help but lightly chuckle at his comment about not regretting destroying the majority of the office as she took the drink from his hand, taking a large swallow. She hadn't thought that he would, and the more that she thought about it, the less and less she really would have felt bad. It was just a distraction.
Her eyebrows rose up as he began to speak again, and she couldn't help but vaguely grimace. Right. "I guess I don't have to worry about tanning anymore." She stated a bit mockingly. It didn't take a hunter to know what would happen if she tried to go outside. Maybe now was the time to invest in some better curtains. At least it wasn't summer. She took another drink, letting out a small sigh. "As much as I really, really would enjoy staying.. I probably should go." Arabelle knew with leaving would come rushing back all of those dark, hunter-like narrowed minded thoughts, but that was for when she left, not to linger on now. "Thank you. I feel kind of like a ho for skipping out already, but.. like you said, the whole sun issue." That was definitely one issue that was going to take some adjusting to.
Niklaus Mikaelson - January 25, 2013 06:46 PM (GMT)
Klaus' smirk broadened as he watched Arabelle continue to try and sort her hair out, his head falling to one side slightly as she spoke, laughing lightly. “That's true...” he began, trailing off for a moment, eyes scanning around the room for a moment before returning to the baby vampire. “I guess that was me trying to politely word the phrase 'sex hair',” he continued, his eyes darkening a little and his head dropping slightly as he spoke, but the amused smirk not leaving his expression, his gaze not leaving her face. He lifted his head again before he responded to her again. “Good, I'm glad I could help,” he teased. He watched her closely, taking a large gulp of his drink to mirror the one she took of her own. She definitely seemed more at ease right now, seemingly happily settled into drinking her new drink and looking at the mess she'd created, hopefully less bothered by it now. He wasn't bothered about it and it was one of his offices, so why should she care even a little, let alone at all.
He laughed lightly at her comment about tanning, regardless of the look the idea of it had provoked onto her face. “No, you don't,” he answered simply, shaking his head a little before taking another sip of his drink. At least she was able to keep a good sense of humour about her. His head tilted as he returned to watching her when she took a drink and sighed, a playful, mock pout shaping his mouth. “Leaving me already?” he questioned, a smile cracking across his mouth again, laughing at himself a little. Yeah, he couldn't play innocent for very long, it just wasn't in his character. He shrugged slightly when she explained how she kind of felt about the leaving situation, knocking back the last of his drink. “You're a vampire now, sweetheart – the rules are a lot different on this side of life,” he explained. “Human ideals and labels don't really apply any more,” he added with a smile, an actual smile as opposed to a smirk, a little uncertain again as to why he was trying to make her feel better, to justify what was going on.
Arabelle Wood - February 3, 2013 11:01 PM (GMT)
Arabelle gave a short chuckle at the comment about the sex hair, keeping her gaze on the drink in her hand for a moment before looking back up to his face and his own sex hair before meeting his gaze. "I'm not exactly offended to just hear it as it is." She gave a casual shrug to the comment, keeping it light. It may not have necessarily been true for things outside of that regard, but that wasn't anything that he needed to know about. Stuff with sex or related to it though, well, she couldn't really be bothered by someone being blunt about it, it kind of just made things easier. Her lips curled up into another small smile - he certainly hadn't seemed to have a problem with that kind of help. Yeah, she didn't think it had really been too much of a burden for him to help her out some.
While the absence of any tanning didn't exactly bother he, it was weird to think that she wasn't exactly going to be able to run out and about during the day for whatever reason. Arabelle had always been on the tan side of things since as long as she could remember considering she'd spent so much time outside and under the sun, even if they usually weren't glamorous situations. That was a big adjustment. Pushing away the thoughts, trying to keep the better mood about herself, she made a bit of a face at the comment about human labels, an eyebrow quirking up in disbelief. "That seems like it'd be something more of a personal thought than a general consensus. But I digress." It didn't seem like that kind of stuff was really going to matter in the long run, anyway. Ara grabbed her jacket and shrugged it back on, trading the drink between her hands as she did so, giving a final glance around and swallowing the rest of her drink as she took a step toward the door. "But yeah.. the whole sun thing, I should definitely go."
Niklaus Mikaelson - March 23, 2013 11:31 PM (GMT)
Klaus grinned at Arabelle as she chuckled, which was definitely a pleasant enough sound to grace his ears. He lifted a hand to the back of his hand, ruffling his fingers through his hair as she looked up at him, a smirk stuck on his mouth. “Good to know,” he mumbled in response, his smirk broadening briefly, dimpling his cheeks. He weighed his head from side to side as she spoke again, leaning around himself to put his empty glass down. “Maybe it is,” he began in response as he let out a long breath. “And maybe it's because I just stopped paying attention to that stuff a long time ago,” he went on, a renewed smirk spreading across his mouth as he moved towards her once again. “The normal rules don't apply to a lot of things about being a vampire, so why should they apply to that sort of thing?” he asked, letting his head fall to tilt on one side, still smiling at the baby vampire. He straightened his head as she shrugged into her jacket, taking her glass from her once she finished it and started to head to the door.
He set the glass down where he could, smirking devilishly as she spoke, noting how she was clearly trying to get out as fast as she could. The whole sun thing was pretty imminent, so he could understand. It still amused him a little regardless. It was something he hadn't really gotten used to, most people that joined him back here rarely left alive. “Well, it's certainly been a pleasure, Arabelle,” he said, moving to the door in order to open in for her. One of his arms stretched up, fingers curling over the top of the door as he leant against the side of it. “You know where to find me should you get...bored,” he offered, his smirk broadening again. He looked out of the door, gesturing with his free hand in one direction. “Head straight down that way and you'll find where we came in,” he instructed, his hand leisurely shifting in the other direction. “That way leads out the front,” he explained, turning to her again. “There'll be no one around either way – the club is closed for the night now,” he finished.
Arabelle Wood - March 28, 2013 01:42 AM (GMT)
Her eyebrows vaguely rose and she gave a bit of a small shrug. "Well, ask me again in a long time maybe, and my answer might have changed." It was weird and almost overwhelming to think about the fact that now it was perhaps going to be very easy to live a long time. Hunting wasn't exactly a guarantee for sticking around for grandchildren or anything. The more she thought about it though, the more she wasn't sure if this was going to help or hinder – which made it easy enough to bury the thoughts back away to be pondered over at another time. It was easier, and much less of a headache, to just think on what they were saying and not let her thoughts trail off elsewhere. It tended to just be more of a matter of applying what was easier instead of just telling herself to do it. They tended to be drastically different things.
Arabelle stepped out of the door with little hesitance, not feeling the need to linger around, her eyes glancing down the hallway. She turned back to face him for a moment, an amused little smirk on her lips and an eyebrow quirking up the offer, eyes darkening slightly as she glanced over him again before reminding herself to focus and the little issue of the sun. "Alright," She said, nodding slightly with the directions and focusing on the real lack of presences that had been there when she had come in. She hadn't even noticed the drastic contrast until he had pointed it out. Huh. Her lips parted for a moment to speak again, before shutting, and then deciding on words. "Thanks." Maybe not the most graceful farewell that she could muster up, but without another word, she followed back out through the door that they had come in, slipping in with the wee hours of the morning.