This was a one-shot originally written in 2010 for CarslileCullenIsMyHomeboy12. I had forgotten all about this account and fics until a little while ago when some of the stories started getting some attention again and I got so embarrassed about my writing that I was tempted to just delete it all. I've had a go at re-writing it but I'm rusty. The most I've done since these fics are RP's and poetry.
"Excuse-moi!" Larten Crepsley said, accidentally knocking into a girl ever so slightly shorter than him. She seemed so much smaller to him in that moment though, looking lost in the sea of tourists surrounding them. "Parlez-vouz l'anglais?" He asked, stumbling over the words and hoping she did. He had no idea how he would check if she was okay otherwise. His knowledge of the French language barely extended beyond the basics of 'hello', 'goodbye' and 'do you speak English?'.
She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear and nodded, "Oui, I speak English. " Biting her lip she held out her hand as she introduced herself, already curious about this strange English man. She wondered if he'd notice the scars on her fingertips and if he had any of his own. "Arra Sails, lost tourist." It was one way of putting that she was a general on recruitment duty.
Larten took her hand and shook it gently, not wanting to hurt her any more than he possibly already had done. "Larten Crepsley, at your service. " His eyes flicked to her fingers, checking out of habit now more than anything. It had been one of the first things that Seba had managed to get him to remember to do discreetly on meeting new people. There was no telling when it would come in useful. "L'Arc de Triomphe, I take it?"
He knew he had made the correct assumption when her eyes widened slightly; the scars marked her as being like him and he took a small amount of pleasure in it. "Seba Nile mentored me." He explained, hoping that she would forgive him for being so bold with the statement.
Arra hesitated before speaking up, determined to not say the wrong thing and cause an argument with this stranger in such a public setting. She would have had no qualms about lecturing him about his forwardness had they been anywhere else. "Yes, and Vanez." She answered, knowing that now she wouldn't be rid of him; she would be dragging him back to the mountain whether he liked it or not now.
Eventually the two stopped taking up the room on the pavement and started walking towards the Arch, neither knowing they were about to find a third vampire lurking in the city. None of them knowing that they were destined to be friends.
So that's the re-write! Nothing spectacular but I'd love if you guys R&R (do people even say that anymore? I'm so out of touch with this).