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Post by Aston Brishen on May 20, 2008 21:00:39 GMT -5
Aston knew this was risky,even for someone like him--he was seeing Delilah,a vampiress,whom he was developing feelings for and Penelope,a human,who he thought he was falling for as well--but he wasn't sure of his feelings--well,not yet--for now,it would be dates and flirtation. And so this was what lead Aston to ask Penelope to come to his mansion and have some dinner with him--there would be no harm in this--that he knew.
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Post by Penelope Gabor on May 20, 2008 21:42:53 GMT -5
She didn't know why, but Penelope was nervious about going to have dinner with Aston....and yet excited. She had chosen to wear a slik dress that was a color in between grey and ice blue, that looked lovely against her skin and with her eyes, and on her feet she wore sliver stiletto heels. As for her hair, she wore her red curls down around her rounded face. She called for a cab that took her to Aston's mansion and, when she arrived, she was suddenly happy she dressed up. It truly was a mansion. She walked up the front path, her heels clicking lightly on the sidewalk, and she rang the doorbell when she finally reached the door. ((Penelope's dress: www.fashion-era.com/images/2006_trends/Dragonfly_silk_satin_%5b1%5d.20347.jpgPenelope's shoes: www.zappos.com/images/734/7342979/6220-469349-d.jpg )) |
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Post by Aston Brishen on May 20, 2008 21:57:54 GMT -5
"Sir--"A servant of Aston's said to him as Aston looked out a window in his living room. Aston then asked,"Yes?"
"A woman is here to see you--"Aston then straightened himself up as he said,"Good,good,she is on time. Let her in---no,wait--I'll let her in myself--make sure that all the table settings are ready in the dining room." His servant then bowed as Aston walked out of the living room and towards the main door. Aston was wearing a black coat with a loose white shirt and black pants. He was wearing his finest boots as he planned to look his best. Aston then opened the door to see Penelope in a very beautiful outfit,Aston smiled and said,"Penelope,you look--beautiful this evening."
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Post by Penelope Gabor on May 21, 2008 18:06:46 GMT -5
Penelope, for once, felt beautiful as she waited on Aston's doorstep. The moonlight made her red hair kind of have a light helo around her head. She nervously smoothed her silk dress as she waited for someone to answer the door. She turned around and looked at the moon as she waited for someone to answer. It was a full moon that night and it illminated everything with silver light. She turned back around as she heard the door open and a smile came across her face when she saw it was Aston. "Penelope,you look--beautiful this evening." She blushed as he complmented her. "Thank you, Aston." she said, "And let me say that you look so handsome." |
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Post by Aston Brishen on May 23, 2008 12:48:40 GMT -5
Aston smiled as he took her hand in his and placed a gentle kiss upon her hand."Thank you--"He whispered,his hot breath breathing upon her hand. He then straightened up and said,"Welcome to my manor,Penelope. What do you think of it?"Aston then held his arm out to her in order for her to be lead her into his home.
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Post by Penelope Gabor on May 23, 2008 20:32:08 GMT -5
Penelope smiled as Aston took her hand and layed a gentle kiss on it. She liked that about him. He was a old fashioned gentleman and she had never seen one of those before. "Thank you--" She felt her breath quietly catch in her throat as she felt his warm breath on her hand. He held out his arm to her, like a gentleman, and Penelope blushed. "Welcome to my manor,Penelope. What do you think of it?" "Thank you." she said with a smile, taking the arm that was offered to her "It's wonderful, Aston. I've never seen anything like it." Her New York accent was as present as always but it lended a color to her voice that made her sound interesting. |
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Post by Aston Brishen on May 23, 2008 20:40:30 GMT -5
Aston smiled and replied,"Well,it took me a while to get this property--I am a Tudor-era type of man and I loved this home and so,I have a friend in the real estate department and I---"Aston froze as he and Penelope stopped--they were in front of a mirror while Penelope's reflection showed--his did not--
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Post by Penelope Gabor on May 23, 2008 20:46:56 GMT -5
"Well,it took me a while to get this property-- "I would think so." she said, her New York accent slightly bluring her "t"s, "But it is a wonderful property." "I am a Tudor-era type of man and I loved this home and so,I have a friend in the real estate department and I---" "You what..." She started but noticed something out of the corner of her eye. In the mirror they were passing, was her reflection....but not Aston's. "Aston..." Penelope said, "What's going on? Why isn't your reflection in the mirror like mine....?" She was confused. Didn't everyone reflect in the mirror? That what she thought.... |
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Post by Aston Brishen on May 23, 2008 20:55:00 GMT -5
Aston immediately turned Penelope away from the mirror and quickly said,"It's nothing,Penelope--it must be an optical illusion--you must be seeing things--"Aston gulped nervously and hoped she would not find out his secret--not right now--it was too soon.
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Post by Penelope Gabor on May 23, 2008 21:08:07 GMT -5
Penelope's eyes widened in a bit of fear. She didn't like not knowing what was going on. It kind of scared her. Her ice blue eyes widened more, but this time in surprise, as Aston, with hands on her shoulders, turned her away from the mirror. "It's nothing,Penelope--it must be an optical illusion--you must be seeing things--" "Optical illusion my butt." she said, "And as for seeing things, I doubt that since I have 20/20 vision." She gave Aston a serious look and said in a serious tone, "Aston, tell me what is going on right now. No hiding stuff either." |
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Post by Aston Brishen on May 23, 2008 21:18:20 GMT -5
"Alright,alright,Penelope--"Aston then sighed as he walked to a chair in the living room,he then motioned for her to sit down."I'm not going to lie to you,Penelope--I am a eight hundred year old vampire from London. I look about thirty years of age--but I am eight hundred years old. There,I told you!"Aston then sighed angerily.
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Post by Penelope Gabor on May 23, 2008 21:39:01 GMT -5
"Alright,alright,Penelope--" Penelope watched as he walked into the living room and she followed when he motioned for her to. She ."I'm not going to lie to you,Penelope--I am a eight hundred year old vampire from London." Her eyes widened slightly widened. 800 years old? That's like 781 years older than me! She listened as her continued. "I look about thirty years of age--but I am eight hundred years old. There,I told you!"" "Woah," Penelope said, "You're 800 years old?" She raised an eyebrow as she asked her question. |
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Post by Aston Brishen on May 23, 2008 21:57:47 GMT -5
"Yes--"Aston replied."I am eight hundred years old---if you want to go,Penelope--I will understand--if you hate me for lying about something like that--I will understand. So many do not like me because I have not told them that I was a vampire--"Aston's eyes were aflame remembering old memories.
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Post by Penelope Gabor on May 23, 2008 22:04:09 GMT -5
"Yes--I am eight hundred years old---" "Woah," Penelope said, "You must have seen so much. That's increadible." "if you want to go,Penelope--I will understand--if you hate me for lying about something like that--I will understand. So many do not like me because I have not told them that I was a vampire--" She shook her head, her red curls quivering slightly. "Aston, no." she said, "I'm not going to leave. I know you had your reasons for not telling me and I respect them." She smiled lightly and took his hand in hers. "I still like you, Aston." she told him, "I'm not gonna turn away from you." |
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Post by Aston Brishen on May 23, 2008 22:27:41 GMT -5
Aston immediately turned around and glanced at Penelope--she was not going to turn away? Penelope relieved a feeling in him that he had not known in the many centuries that he had been a vampire,he held onto her hand that was within his own,he then asked,"Wait--what do you mean by you still like me? You mean you like me as a friend or what--?"
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