Theatre des Vampires (Open)

[S y n t h L i x x]

The Opera Singer

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♪ The Shopkeeper

ҬɼɩȿϮɑɳ Ⓓϵȿɱɑɼɩɑʂ

Ⓓɩϵɽȡɽϵ Ⓡѻʂϵ Ⓧϵȵϵʋɩɑ

Tristan nodded as the woman spoke, he smiled at her when she complimented the items in the shop. Though he was rather shocked when she dismissed their conversation and said that she would be on her way. The young man didn’t want the woman to go home on her own so he offered to walk with her, “I live across this shop so it’s not really a big deal but I’d be glad to walk you home, it’s rather late.” Before they started on their little journey, he told the woman he needed to get something from his apartment. So he guided her across the cobble roads and entered the large building. They both walked up the staircase and ended up on the second floor of the building. He walked towards the door that led to his apartment and unlocked the door.

Pushing the door open he walked into his dark home, “pardon the mess I haven’t gotten around to tidying up” he said with a slight chuckle. He placed the shop keys into a small wooden bowl that was placed onto a small table then he went into his room to put on a coat. He pulled out another coat for the woman since he noticed that she didn’t have one on her. Then he pulled out a pistol from under his pillow and hid it behind his coat, can’t be too careful especially at such late hour.

“Alright I’m ready, so shall we?” he said as he guided her back outside. His eyes wandered around the darkness looking for anything suspicious. “Well where do you live exactly?” he asked as he started walking, hoping that it was in the right direction. “I’m Tristan Desmarias by the way.”

Just before their journey started, Dierdre was still looking out her window. After she had waved to Tristan, she noticed the red headed woman. She blinked a few times and let out a small giggle. Her friend Tristan had always seem to attract women to his side, even though at times he was completely oblivious to their advances. Moving away from the window, she slipped out of her outfit and into a night gown. She then laid herself on her bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. Her feline friend jumped on to the bed as well and began to situate himself next to her. It purred loudly and curled its furry body against her, Dierdre looked to her side and smiled at her pet. “Good night Gigi…” she said through a yawn and drifted off to sleep.  

[haruxxx]

Imogen had agreed to being escorted home- though it was highly unnecessary.
However, this man wasn’t aware of the fact.
She was worried for his safety and yet she found herself taking him farther from his destination just to accompany her. This is foolish…he could be injured tonight just to keep my charade. She thought briefly to herself as he disappeared into his apartment to retrieve something before taking her home. She wondered if he was really as innocent as he appeared, after all he may have made the excuse of needing something here just to get her into his room late at night.
You never can know with certainty with strangers…
She was relieved when a few moments later he reappeared with a coat on and one in his hand which he offered for her. He did not fail to amaze when it came to being a gentlemen.
She slipped the large coat over her shoulders and thanked him.
Being a vampire she hadn’t felt the night’s chill but again, to keep with appearances, she took it.

Stepping outside the man introduced himself as Tristan Desmarias.
“Imogen Ackart. This way,” Imogen nodded confirming his direction as she walked beside him. “If we keep walking we’ll soon be there. It isn’t very far.“ She kept an eye out cautiously as she talked. She would be fine if anything were to happen but Tristan was a mortal and not quite as…durable? Imogen didn’t view humans as very strong or capable, they were always dying around her. “Do you often go to such troubles, Mr. Desmarias?” She asked making light conversation. It was refreshing to talk to someone casually without intent to drink from them. It was almost a shame she lived so close.

[[Haha! Really? Oh come to my apartment first. There's nothing to worry about so what i'm a perfect stranger? Niiice Tristan. rolleyes ]]  

[S y n t h L i x x]

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♪ The Shopkeeper

ҬɼɩȿϮɑɳ Ⓓϵȿɱɑɼɩɑʂ

“Imogen Ackhart…” he repeated her name just to make sure he didn’t mispronounce it. The name sounded unique to him, “lovely name” he said. Then Imogen noted that her home was not too far and it relieved Tristan to hear that, since it meant that Imogen was close to a safe point. He kept close to her making sure that no one would dare attack an innocent woman. He turned his head slightly to look in her direction when she asked if he normally went through such troubles helping people. “I wouldn’t say trouble, I just like helping people,” he said plainly. He didn’t think that he was going through any trouble just helping out someone, he didn’t even have any foul intentions towards the woman anyway.

Once they arrived at their destination, Tristan was shocked to find out that the woman lived in a large estate. “Mon dieu, you live here?” he asked in a surprised manner. It was a large white house hidden behind thick trees. There was a marvelous garden that had lots of beautiful flowers and a water fountain at the front of the house. He walked through the garden and approached the front porch, “It was a pleasure meeting you Miss Ackhart but I must be on my way,” he said with a slight bow and began walking away from the house.

The woman he had just met had proven to be a lot more interesting that he thought, she looked around his age and it showed that she was financially stable. On top of that her beauty was rather unique to him, she had milky white skin that glistened under the moonlight and her eyes seem to pierce through his gaze. He wondered if he was going to see her again since they live close to one another. Luck seemed to be on his side considering no one tried to attack him on his way home.

When he finally arrived in his home, he just realized that he had left his other coat with Imogen. Shrugging away the thought, he entered his room and placed his coat into the closet and placed his pistol under his pillow. His mouth opened and let out a yawn, he then flopped on to his bed and fell fast asleep.

[Tristan is a bit too trusting sometimes hehe]  

[haruxxx]

Imogen liked being in the presence of this Tristan Desmarias. He appeared to be a very kind and gentle soul. It would be a sad day when he grew old and died.
She wondered if she could perhaps befriend this man for at least some of his years.
She would of course have to leave at some point in time-surely he would notice she hadn’t changed as he would.
Soon they had reached the large estate she knew better than anyone ever had.
Most people hardly even noticed the white house shrouded behind trees. That had been one of the reasons she purchased it. Tristan commented on the large property, the fact that he was shocked she lived in such a place was evident. Imogen tried not to draw undue attention to herself so the dresses she wore were never particularly expensive or extravagant looking. She liked simple fashions the best.

“You as well, Mr. Desmarias. Do be careful on your way back” Imogen called as she watched him walk away, she subconsciously clutched at the man’s coat draped across her shoulders not thinking to return it before he left. She waited on the porch until she could no longer see the man, then headed up the many flights. Opening the door she walked past her dog, her fingers grazing his soft dark fur. She wasn’t certain but she had believed he had coyote in him judging by his unique appearance. The K9 huffed a sort of growl pushing his muzzle into the sleeve of the man’s coat. “Oh, that is Mr. Desmarias you are smelling, Will.” She spoke as she removed the coat. Her eyebrows furrowed only now realizing she still had it in her possession. She held it in her hands for a moment examining it. It was black wool with large silver buttons lining the bottom of the sleeves.
She smiled looking into the warm brown eyes of her companion. “And it looks as though I shall have to return it tomorrow.” She finished almost excited that she had another excuse to see him tomorrow other then to check on his safety.
Imogen waited an hour or so before leaving her house again. After all, these were the only hours she could leave the house without her skin burning under the wretched sun.
She wandered around the gardens with Will at her side through the night and found herself thinking of the man she had met earlier that evening. How she wished he didn’t need sleep! Tomorrow’s night wouldn’t come soon enough. She missed the company…
His gentle green eyes stuck out most in her memory.  

[S y n t h L i x x]

The Opera Singer

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♪ The Shopkeeper

ҬɼɩȿϮɑɳ Ⓓϵȿɱɑɼɩɑʂ

Ⓓɩϵɽȡɽϵ Ⓡѻʂϵ Ⓧϵȵϵʋɩɑ

The next morning wasn’t exactly exciting, it mostly dealt with people going about their day at work. Especially for Tristan who apparently has to work during the morning and be out at a late hour. He awoke in a rather lazy fashion and grumbled a few French phrases to himself as he rolled out of bed. The shopkeeper stretched out his lean body and walked over to the white bowl that was filled with water and washed his face. Then he went over to his closet and brought out fresh clothes to wear for the day. He wore a white buttoned down shirt with a grey vest and a black blazer jacket. When he felt like he was ready, he left his apartment and headed to work. Tristan didn’t bother to visit Dierdre before work because he knew she would be up at a later hour. As he was walking towards the shop, he noticed that the place wasn’t covered in dark sheets. Placing his hand on the knob, he noticed that it was still locked so he assumed that his friend Gaspard didn’t open the shop. Reaching into his pocket for the key, he unlocked the door and entered the shop. He turned the sign over and waited for patrons to enter the shop.

The day had slowly gone by and only a few had entered the shop, luckily with the charm that Tristan never knew he had, he was able to sell a few instruments. Once the sun went down, a familiar face had entered the shop. Tristan stared at his friend with a rather confused look on his face, “decided to sleep in again?” he said in a rather sarcastic manner. Gaspard merely smirked at his remark and walked inside the music room that was located at the back. The young shopkeeper sighed out of frustration and stayed at the front. He began to think whether or not he should even question his friend about his odd behavior lately, but decided on the lather. A few moments later a young woman entered the shop and asked for Gaspard, “oh he’s in the back…” Tristan said as he pointed the way. When the woman disappeared in the back room, Tristan sighed once more and tended to the shop.

A few minutes later, a certain woman entered the shop, “working hard as usual I see” she said in her sweet sounding voice. “At least I don’t sleep most of my day away” Tristan said which was followed by a slight chuckle. “I perform only at nights my dear friend” she answered back as she approached the counter, “Dierdre, you’re so difficult sometimes” he said as he leaned forward on the counter. Tristan was rather pleased to see his other friend and to finally be able to engage in some kind of conversation. Dierdre gazed at the back room where music was being heard, “Gaspard seems to always have female students.” Now that Tristan thought about it, his friend was right, why did Gaspard only have female students. “Yeah, seems that way, I wonder why” Tristan said. “Well since the shop is being guarded by two people, why don’t you come by for tonight’s performance” Dierdre said since she’s never seen Tristan watch any of her performances ever since the shop began to run at such a late hour. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt, I mean I’ve been hear since the place opened” Tristan said as he began to walk towards the door.

The two were walking down the streets of Paris towards the opera house where Dierdre performs. The streets were filled with people that wanted to spend some time in the pubs or watch the performance at the opera house. Once they arrived Dierdre guided Tristan towards the seating area and with enough persuasion, she was able to snag a private booth for her friend. “Enjoy the show my friend” she said with a smile and headed down towards the dressing room. Diedre just fixed up her hair and put on some make-up then left the dressing room and approached the stage. She was then greeted by an audience that awaited to hear her sing. She straightened her posture and took a deep breath and began to sing.

Tristan watched his friend sing as he sat above in his private booth. He was proud to know that Dierdre had achieved so much in the theatrical industry considering her upbringing. He believed that whatever good things that came the young woman, she definitely deserved it.  

[haruxxx]

Imogen lazily flipped the page in her book over. The fifth book she had poured herself into that day. She was currently reading to pass the time of daylight hours, carefully tucked away in her estate where light did not reach her. William casually napped at her side on the sofa chair.
His warm body pressed to her deadened body soothing and relaxing her, as did his steady breathing. She loved being so close to a living creature.
She may not have been able to generate heat or hear her heartbeat anymore but the dog did and served as a comfort to her.

She glanced at the large dark clock hanging on the wall over the grand fireplace; the sun should be low enough for me to leave. The young woman thought as she stood. William jumped up too, ever loyal to his master and followed her into her bedroom.
There she chose a cream colored dress with colorful flowers embroidered at the hems. Imogene pulled her bright hair back into a loose bun and then put a lightweight brown jacket on to look as though the seasons chill affected her. Before leaving she grabbed the coat the man had lent to her the night before and set off in the direction of the little music shop.
Waiting for the sun to set to return to the shop seemed to last forever.
Imogen’s pace was quick when she was sure no one’s eyes were watching and soon was in front of the familiar structure.
Pulling the door open the little bells chimed in her ears as she stepped through the door.
Someone was here. The sound of two violins playing in the back told her that much, she was just unsure of whom.
Spruce and maple and various wood smells lingered in the shop along with a strong lacquer smell that faintly burned in her throat.
She walked slowly about the room hoping to draw the attention of someone in the backroom.
Not just anyone’s attention -but the attention of Mr. Desmarias.
The room also smelled of him. His scent-strongest at places of high activity such as the front desk- lay lightly over the objects of the room like a fine dust.
When she glided her fingers over the instruments his smell rose off of them and into the air much like the music played from them would.
It was clear he was a very hard worker. She stopped suddenly.
The sweet perfume of vampire was also present in the air. How had she not noticed sooner? Her eyebrows furrowed as she thought. There was another?