It was at 9 o'clock sharp that the deserted corridors were echoed with the heels clicking against the carpeted floor. The female character was carrying a doggy handbag and pulling behind her a suitcase. She stopped at the last door in the quiet corridor and turned to stare at the closed door. It had been a few years since she last stepped foot into the apartment but even when she did, she hadn't stayed long. It was always on the move for her and her canine companion that had begun to whine being cooped up too long in the handbag. She smiled down at the friend in her hand as she hummed a happy tune while lightly pressing her fingers over the keypad of the number lock.
The alarm was switched off and she smiled, twisting the handle on the door, she pushed it and stepped into along with her belongings making as little sound as possible although she knew there was no one awake at this time of the day. It was way too early for the owner to be awake. She placed the handbag slowly on the floor and the white West Highland Terrier jumped out of the bag and did a little trot around before he sat his bottom onto the floor wagging his little tail as he breathed heavily with his tongue sticking out at his owner. She smiled down at him and closed the door, turning the security back on, just in case. She carried her suitcase in hand and her friend followed behind her, jumping delicately up the stairs that led to the bedrooms.
Of course, on the upper level, there were two bedrooms. One where the owner slept in and another for a guest, which he rarely at all have over. The bathroom was downstairs and would be shared between the two during her stay. She sighed at the clean and dust-free room, sighing in memory and content at the feeling of being home. Setting her suitcase near the doorway and she collapsed onto the bed not caring about changing but just snuggling under the covers to catch up with jetlag.
Her friend jumped onto the bed and crawled over closer to his owner, she smiled and kissed his head before pulling him closer to her body and closing her eyes as she felt the soft pillow under her head and her eyes drifted shut from the lack of energy she had.
When the sky had darkened with the moon out shining as the sun settled away on the other side of the world, shining down its rays of harm and good, Mick St. John awoke from his slumber. It wasn't abnormal for someone like Mick to sleep all day during the day and awoke at night. It was necessary for him to live. He slept naked in a freezer. His room consisting of a freezer in the middle of the cold room. A small walk in closet was built into the room seeing as it was the main bedroom.
The moment he stepped out of his "bed", he could hear her steady heartbeat as well as smell her blood pumping through her veins. He smirked at the familiar scent as he picked up some decent clothes before heading downstairs to the bathroom and letting his guest rest. He walked down the stairs smiling lightly at the knowledge that she was back, home at last. He heard a familiar whining and faint clawing. Mick chuckled and walked over to his kitchen area to see the white terrier clawing at the cupboard that he knew his food was in there.
"Yeah, yeah Pongo, you just can't wait to eat can you?" Mick asked jokingly at the dog as it jumped slightly and wiggled its tail side to side quickly in happiness at seeing Mick. Mick bent down and opened the cupboard as Pongo the dog, happily stepped back a few steps and watched through his blue eyes as his owners friend opened a can of dog food and placed it in his favourite bowl before him. Mick rubbed the soft fur of Pongo and headed to his bathroom for the quick shower before starting a day of work.
Pongo happily ate his food, munching away at the mashed meat from his silver bowl as his ear twitched lightly at the sound of soft footsteps approaching him. He barked a small happy one as he saw his owner. She smiled down at him affectionately. Getting out of her jeans and shirt, she was dressed in just a large oversized shirt from Mick. It was normal that Mick's shirts would go missing sometimes in the morning.
"Did Micky wake up and feed you? You're such a hungry dog, sometimes I think you're overfed, why don't you ever get fat?" she questioned the dog strangely as she stared at it with a raised eyebrow while scratching Pongo behind the ears. "Hmm...let's have Chinese shall we?" she questioned Pongo again and was responded with a bark. Taking that as a yes she strode over to the phone beside the couch and dropped herself on there, her legs delicately cross over each other on the couch. "Damn..." she cursed as she remembered leaving the phonebook upstairs on her bedside table.
Pongo watched as his owner run up the stairs quickly and gracefully to retrieve something as he was unsure seeing as he was only a dog. His nose twitched at the unfamiliar smell of someone in the apartment. Pongo bared his canine teeth at the stranger sitting on the armchair looking smug but of course he didn't know that just he was a stranger and that was enough. Pongo barked and snarled at the stranger in warning. The stranger looked at the dog and raised his eyebrow at the canine.
"Pongo, down," Mick spoke in command as he came out of the bathroom dressed in jeans and a blue shirt as he was drying his hair with a towel. "Pongo, sit," he spoke again. Pongo whined hearing Mick command it and sat down still staring at the strange man suspiciously. If he posed a threat, Pongo would not hesitate to attack. "Don't you ever hear of knocking?" Mick questioned the man sitting there smirking but confused at the same time.
"No Mick," he replied back as his eyes shone with amusement at the scene before him, "When did you get a dog Mick?" Mick rolled his eyes as he sat opposite his friend throwing the towel beside him on the couch. "And whose the human upstairs?" the man asked again raising his eyebrows up and down. Before Mick could answer the voice upstairs interrupted him
"Hey Micky! Can you call Chinese for me and Pongo? I can't seem to find that damn phonebook the last time I left it here!" the man chuckled at the nickname she had given Mick. Mick groaned inwardly but reached over the phone and dialling the number he had remembered. "Pongo! Where the damn hell did you take my bra?" the same voice shouted down to the dog as it whinnied with its head under its paws on the ground. The man chuckled and listened carefully as Mick ordered Chinese just like asked.
"It'll be here in fifteen," Mick spoke as he heard her come down still wearing his shirt. He rolled his tongue along his teeth as he watched her walk over gracefully to him and his friend, "Is that my shirt?" he asked pointing a finger at the clothing she wore. She grinned and nodded twirling around for him to see clearly. "Are you going to return it this time, Gabrielle?" she pouted childishly as she stood before him with her hands on her hips.
Gabrielle Sawyers was a young woman. She looked no day older than 20. Her flawless lightly sun kissed skin along a petite body, much like a pixie. She had long curly brown hair that seemed to look like she had it professionally done every day to get the curls so perfect and almost even. Her eyes were round and brown showing only of mischief and childishness. Her pale pink lips were curved into a sly smile as she stood before Mick and his friend who she had yet to acknowledge.
To the view of Mick's friend, it was a good view. He got to see her toned legs that showed from the shirt seeing as it reached her thighs. Her petite feet and long slender legs. Her hips were a perfect size compared to her body. She was wearing one of Mick's blue shirts and it did match her nicely. Her slightly messy brown hair was hanging around her shoulders as she stood straight and sexy. Gabrielle Sawyers was a beautiful young woman and she knew how to get what she wanted with her looks and attitude.
"But Micky, I look so much better with your clothes than you do!" she whined childishly at him as she bit her lip and look down at Mick who rolled his eyes but couldn't stand to deny that it was true. True, he was older than her but perhaps not by much as it seems. He sighed at her and she grinned at him turning around swiftly on her heels to face the new face, "Hi, I'm Gabrielle, nice to meet you," she spoke smoothly as she waited for his hand to connect with her in a mannered greeting.
"Nice to meet you Gabrielle, I'm Josef Kostan," he spoke smoothly just as her while he reached for her hand and instead of shaking it, he brought her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles like a gentleman. Gabrielle nodded feeling crept out about his 17th century manners and reached for her hand back while she wiped his germs on Mick's shirt that she wore. Mick chuckled with laughter seeing the surprised look on Josef's face.
"Anyway, Micky, I'll let you talk to your friend and drink. Pay for the Chinese for me while I shower, ok?" Mick nodded mutely as Gabrielle smiled and walked up the stairs humming a happy tune again. Pongo barked happily seeing no threat to Josef but wasn't comfortable about being around the stranger so he jogged after his owner as she now skipped up the stairs humming happily, acting almost too childish. Josef stared amused and curious as to who she was and why she was living with Mick St. John. Curious, he turned to his long time friend and raised the question,
"Why is she here? Not that I mind, she's a beautiful woman but why is she here? A little young maybe?" Mick just rolled his eyes at his women and money obsessed friend. It was odd how the two were complete opposites but were the best of friends.
"She's someone I know for a while now. Drops by every now and then but doesn't stay long," Josef nodded slowly about to voice his questions again but Mick continued, "She's actually 60, if she would have still been living," he added but Josef frowned at hearing that. 60 if she still was living but she had a heartbeat and smelled human.
"She has a heart and smells human," Mick nodded at the statement and they silently watched as Gabrielle skipped down the stairs again and into the bathroom without giving them a side glance as she still hummed some crazy tune that she made up again. Pongo still followed her but now jumped up to cuddle beside Mick seeing as his owner was occupied.
"She's an Immortal, she died when she was 20 almost 40 years ago and her immortal bloodline worked up and here she is now. Looking lively and young as she was when she was 20."Josef nodded understanding how immortals works. They didn't die of old age and wouldn't age a day older from the day they died. It was like they were vampires but in a different sense too. They didn't need blood to survive or slept during the daylight. They acted just like a human would die besides aging and dying of diseases. "I met her 30 years ago one night here. She's been travelling for a long time now,"
"Just by herself?" Mick smiled and stroked the fur of Pongo as he curled up beside Mick's legs nicely. "Oh with Pongo here?" Josef asked referring to the dog that was being shown affection from Mick who smiled
"Something like that. She has to change dogs when the old ones die you know but it's always the same breed and the same name too," Josef smirked seeing how interesting Gabrielle was. "Don't do what you're thinking, Josef," Josef defended himself with a snort
"I was not. I was thinking she's a lovely character," Mick rolled his eyes as his friend's pathetic excuse. He knew Josef long enough to know what he was thinking about. Gabrielle was a girl he didn't want Josef to mess around with like a play toy. Gabrielle had lived for 60 years but she was still young at heart. She had died at 20 being foolish and still in college but yet her death had been terrible. Someone like her shouldn't have died like that.