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Post by anneliese on Jun 17, 2012 5:53:04 GMT -5
Was she really that dense as a Vampire? She could have at least worn shoes, now that she was human, she had none. Walking down the side walk in L.A. with no shoes was not exactly the best experiance in the world. The sun glared down on her, her first instinct was still fear of the light, however she relaxed a bit when she did not burst into flames. It was about six in the morning, she had walked all the way from the Lovelace manor, her feet even started to bleed a bit. Yet, Anne was determined to figure this out. To those passing by she must have been a frightful sight, a beautiful blonde woman in a little white dress, with bleeding feet.
Stopping to look in a few store windows, Anne tried to get a grip on the world around her. She honestly had no idea where she was, but she remembered that she had a card on her. The card belonged to an odd man, someone who spoke to her when she was confused about Robert and her love for him. The biggest problem here was, despite having the card, she was clueless as to how to get there. Adding on to the fact that she was entirely clueless as to what to say to him anyway should he pick up the phone.
Walking inside one of the shops, the clerk looked at her with an absolute expression of shock. However Anne pushed on, deciding to ignore the way people decided to react to her this morning. "Do you have a phone, please?" she asked, her voice alot less authorative now, in fact it was weak from exhaustion. This mortal form grew tired, hungry, but she was doing her best to ignore both of these things. "Normally we're not suppose to do this, but.." the clerk replied, handing her the phone. With a smile, Anne thanked the lady, however there was a part of her that wanted to berate her for taking so long.
Squinting down at the card in her hand, Anne realized that her vision was actually not that amazing anymore. Going from absolutely crystal clear to mortal made her feel like she was seeing double. Doing her best to dial the numbers, Anne held the odd device to her ear as she waited. What was that annoying noise? Did all phones have to be so troublesome? There was a click, someone picked up, at least she hoped. "Sinclaire industries." said a womans voice almost robotically, however that was enough to confirm for Anne that she had succeeded which brought a smile to her face.
"Is there any way I can speak to Mr. Sinclaire. It's important that I do, you can tell him Anneliese needs his help. He'll know who you're talking about." she said, tapping her foot as she waited. However each tap caused a pain to shoot through her foot up to her ankle, wincing, she quickly stopped that. This mortal form was both amazing and a drag at the very same time. |
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Post by Reginald Edmund Sinclaire on Jun 19, 2012 20:28:50 GMT -5
Reginald had his secretary patch Anneliese's call through. The woman was ancient and it made it so much easier to get actual work done in the office. Of course his fellow businessmen wanted to know why he kept her around but he then pointed out that while they were dodging their wives and conniving office workers, he was getting actual work done. There was a time and a place for seduction and during the middle of negotiations wasn't one of them. Still, he could afford to take a break. Marina was actually resting on a couch in an adjoining room, sleeping off some stomach issue. It was one of the few times they could manage to get along. She was too ill for his interest to go in other directions and she was too ill to fight with him. Most parents hated it when their child was sick but it gave him something of a repisite from unwelcome suitors knocking at her door. He usually took her with him when she was ill because it allowed her to be treated if things got unpleasant.
Unless you counted that bothersome detective and his offer to have Marina work for the police. He allowed it because it looked good and was a humanitarian type of gesture but really he could care less how many people died in the city so long as he and his daughter were safe. Putting the call through to his blue tooth headset he meandered about the room, running a hand through his daughter's hair as he checked on her, "Yes, Anneleise this is Reginald; how may I help you today, my dear?" he asked in a jovial tone.
The name caused his daughter to stir in her sleep and an image of the blond woman getting far too close for comfort filled her mind. She whimpered and tossed a bit in her sleep and he soothed her mentally as he investigated her memories of the blonde terror. The woman had threatened to kill her in an oblique way and that angered him inwardly. The fact that her self control was completely gone made him want to vanquish her himself. That an insane vampire thought it was acceptable to threaten his daughter was intolerable. This was going to be an interesting phone call to be sure. He kept his thoughts from his voice however as he listened to her speak. Marina cracked an eye and mumbled in her sleep looking very pale and in pain before she drifted off again. Reginald felt the stomach pains she had for an instant as she inadvertently projected them out before she drifted off. There was no doubt that she was not feeling her best. That was for certain.
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Post by anneliese on Jun 29, 2012 2:41:45 GMT -5
"I'm sorry. I never would have disturbed you if it wasn't important," she said, trying to find her words as she rocked on her heels. Her eyes fluttered as she felt the pain, in a way she found it beautiful, almost a release from what she was before. There was no easy way to ask anyone for help, not when she was once on top of the world as a predator. Now she felt like she was nothing but a frightened field rat, trying not to fall through the cracks. "They did something to me, the Lovelaces. Well, you'll have to see it for yourself, but I was wondering if you could help me gain an identity." she said, her voice shaking a bit.
She had no paperwork, nowhere to go, as far as the world was concerned she was either dead or some sort of spy. Infact, that was a role she had filled many times as a vampire, before she lost her mind to the years, the darkness. Sighing softly, she pressed on, as if feeling him judge her from his end of the call. "If I had anywhere else to turn, believe me I would not ask such a big favor of someone I just met. But, you're the only person who can understand what I am." she said, laughing softly, she almost believed that in her grief.
For the first time since that night, he could even read her, now that her own psychic abilities were gone if he so chose. She was vulnerable, alone, and open to being shaped by someone should they prey on that. "I know I am a complete stranger, one that has done some awful things. But this could be my chance to fix that, I am almost begging for your help." she said, trying to keep herself composed. She was tired however and for the first time she could actually feel her own emotion, feel herself.
"Of course, I don't expect for you to want nothing in return. I am prepared to do whatever you wish for your help. Ask it, if I can give it, it will be yours." she said, a statement that was perhaps too broad. He could use that to her disadvantage, but she was tired, reckless, and didn't care. |
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Post by Reginald Edmund Sinclaire on Jun 30, 2012 12:18:42 GMT -5
"Gaining an identity is no easy task. But I could be persuaded to assist you in that venture should you need it. It would cost you." he said as he looked down at his daughter than outside. He made a few notations then jotted down some information.
"Well your situation is unique I will grant..." Reginald said a bit wryly as he debated how he would use this information. The woman was insane and very volatile but his daughter was nothing if not resourceful in the face of adversity. She would definitely adapt if he took this woman on.
"I can see where you'd need the help my dear. I think I can arrange something where are you located. I'll have a car fetch you." he said as he jotted the address down and passed it off to someone who could make that happen.
"Oh it will cost you but I doubt you'll find the price too onuous." he said with a slow smile as he saw his daughter wake up and he let her know what was going on mentally. She was frightened and shaken as he made his way over to her. Her body was still very ill and he let her relax against him as he soothed her. "A car should be arriving shortly Anneliese. I'll see you at home. I've got to get Marina laying down anyway she's not feeling well." He felt his daughter fall asleep again and he gestured for someone he trusted to pick her up and carry her downstairs to his car in the parking garage. He walked with them as he let his secretary know he'd be working from home and headed out. He slid into the seat across from his daughter and soon was making his way to his home where he would see for himself just what had happened.
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