Setting: Modern-Day Atlanta
Disclaimers and Information: This is a log of our free-form Vampire: the Masquerade campaign. It is loosely based on the VtM setting, but please don't point out inaccuracies or try to get all picky with the rules. We play fast and loose with it as this is a text-only, just-for-fun interactive storytelling experience. Lots of cinematics and such. So yes, we don't have character sheets or dice rolling. Also, this is a role-play log, not a novel. So the grammar and flow will not be perfect and the storylines and character arches might be a bit scattered. Our apologies. Also, keep in mind this might not be a shining example of our epitome of writing: these are usually responses given over the course of a few minutes, marginally proofread and posted. So again, unlike a novel theses scenes haven't been re-worked multiple times and edited for content or flow.
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Working at Moreau Laboratories was many things... tedious was never one of them. Not if one appreciated research work and trial testing. There was almost always one project or another, and people pulled from one to work on a different one, sometimes leaving research half finished, or putting it into an entirely different team. There were many justifications for this of course. All of these were pointed at Dr. Moreau, the egnametic and rarely seen private owner of the company. Moreau personally directed down the various projects, in the form of memos and emails. His reasons for the frequent changing of focus and such was often directed to his desire that "many hands" touch the tests, to make sure that they weren't being personally influenced by anyone. It was unorthodox of course, and conjecture, since he rarely made appearances and never talked about it. He usually did show up for the annual evening Christmas party... and other various parties he would hold throughout the year, but he always refused to talk business at these, and rarely talked to any of the employees directly, mostly just directing the festivities. The research was easily cutting edge though, often extreme with it's trials and testing, and Aubrey did have to wonder if they had violated some ethics laws here and there, though whenever there was an inquiry, Moreau was quick to clear things up and things went back to normal. Still, it was good money, one of the highest paid jobs in the field in Atlanta, and for one of the largest companies. So Dr. Aubrey Lockheart could assume he knew what he was doing, and she was used to it after a few years. Though new employees would often complain about being thrown off by it and finding it so strange compared to previous employers... still they were successful, one would only have to look at their earnings report to tell that, and the benefits were amazing. Aubrey signed yet another non-disclosure form, and various other waivers, she was so used to signing so many of them now it hardly even mattered. What there was to enjoy here though... was science.
She was close. Too close not to know. She had spent the last six weeks gathering data for this trial run and she had no intention of letting some random new lab grunts to walk in tomorrow and get all the credit. Not to mention...she was just too damn curious. She had clocked out at 5, hovered around her desk until the laboratory closed. She couldn't help but feel her heart flutter a bit as she hid from the security as they made their final rounds, ducking into the restroom for nearly half an hour before she was convinced they had gone back to their stations. She shuffled down the dimmed halls, stopping by her desk to gather all her paperwork and journals. She gave a huge sigh of relief as she waved her badge by the reader and blinked green. She slipped into the lab and winced as her heels clicked loudly on the tile floor. She slipped her shoes off and continued towards her station, peeking furtively over her shoulder. It was such an adrenaline rush for her; it wasn't often Aubrey Lockheart 'misbehaved.' She shook her self loose, taking a few deep breaths before pulling out her tray of DNA samples and hunkered down at her microscope. Time would have passed quickly, as it often did while Aubrey was working, luckily, the security didn't really do second passes and the cameras really only watched the trafficked areas. Moreau Laboratories had never had any real "incidents" to speak of after hours. Aubrey was completely thrown off when about two hours into her late night, pre-weekend research the lights suddenly came back on. Then behind her she heard a voice, just a few yards back.
"Burning the midnight oil I see? I thought that was my job." the voice said in a tone that made it hard to distinguish jest, or anger. "Shit," she muttered under her breath as the lights came on, expecting some chubby security card to come waddling in, but instead she heard an icy, smooth toned voice from behind her. Startled, she jumped up with a cry, spinning around. It took her a few seconds to dawn who exactly she was looking at, and her eyes grew wide behind her glasses
There was her boss' boss' boss: a face she had seen several times but rarely in person. The owner of the company, Dr. Nicholas Moreau, who was much more handsome in person. He was dressed in his own lab coat of course, but he was immaculately groomed and it was clear that the shirt he wore under the unbuttoned lab coat probably cost more than she made in a week, and she was well paid. His eyes seemed to reflect the florescent lights slightly, as he smirked, but the reason for the smirk was almost impossible to distinguish. "Would you like to explain yourself?" he said in cold tones. "Dr. Moreau!" she exclaimed, hastily finding herself running her hands over her frizzy ponytail and smoothing down the front of her labcoat. He had talked her. Hell, he had asked her a direct question. "I uh..." she stuttered unintelligibly, suddenly seeming to forget why she had risked so much to do this. "ML43596," she finally got out, "it was so near completion, but I was being rotated off the team tomorrow and just wanted to make sure, uh... I had all the data that was necessary to, uh..." she swallowed, forcing herself to make eye contact with him instead of staring at her socked feet on the floor, "Well, I, I mean we, were so close to gathering all the data we needed to present the report."
"Dr... he paused as if in thought before continuing, his lips curving into a smile, "Lockheart isn't it?" He knows my name. Yes. With everything that was going on, perhaps losing her job and getting charged with criminal trespassing, that was the first thing that went through her head.
He stepped closer to her, as she would have noticed that he smelled... well really good. "Well I must say, I find it hard to chastises diligence, especially in science. "I was down here to check on ML43596 myself, I usually check up on the research, and oversee the final stages myself, especially when time affords me to do so and I find the research fascinating." he cocked his head a bit. "I was the rotation that you were worried about taking over. Seems we had something in common." he said as his head cocked the other way and he smiled at her, letting her look deep into his eyes, something about which just made her head a little... funny. But as he continued, the nervousness flooded back into her. Of all the toes she could be stepping on...it was the owner of the company. "I'm ... so sorry..." she stuttered out. "I had no idea, I just... I really made a lot of personal progress on this one and was hoping to see it though...oh, I mean, of course... not to say that you shouldn't. Your company and all I mean, I had no idea you were so personally involved... I would have never..." her rambling was (thankfully) cut off as he spoke again.
She didn't know how to respond, because she was too busy just looking at him, her voice falling off. "I'm sorry." she finally got out, forcibly tearing her eyes away as she inexplicably blushed. He sat down and began his own research, as before long he was asking Dr. Lockheart all manner of questions, putting her at ease as he seemed as focused on the science as she was. Though the way he would ask her to do this or that, was more like he'd talk to an assistant, not that she wasn't used to assisting, but this felt more personal. When he caught her smiling... she'd feel a twinge... and then an amplification of whatever emotions she was feeling that night, even as Moreau used one of his twisted gifts, to amplify whatever emotions she was feeling that night, just as he could, in turn if he wished, dull them. Aubrey was happy to help, hovering around Moreau as he got into his research, quick to answer any questions he would have, and quick to fetch anything he asked for. She felt like she was dreaming, or something. It wasn't like her to get twitterpated so easily, but this was, well, pretty much rock star of her world. But, she did seem to calm down once they got into the groove of the research. She actually was impressively intelligent and well spoken once the initial shock wore off - except for the occasional long stare. The night wore on, quicker than Aubrey would have anticipated, yet she would not have felt tired. Not through all the hours of research anyway, then as they were wrapping, both extremely happy with the results, Moreau looked at her and smiled. "Good work Aubrey," was the last thing she remembered before she must have fallen asleep, waking up at home, in her bed, her neck was a little sore and she felt a little week, but she wasn't able to clearly make out how she had made it home. Aubrey rolled over with a grunt as her alarm went off. She reached over to hit the snooze button, hissing through her cheek as a pain her in neck shot up her arm. She rubbed it with her left hand as her right kept looking for the snooze button. Unsuccessfully, but as her hand slipped off the clock, it landed on something unfamiliar. She slipped her hand around the stem was the rose, pulling up and blinking into the sunlight filtering in the room. "What the..."
She found on her night stand a personal check for her time worked, a single rose, and note that had written on it, in one of the most delicate handwritings she had ever seen, "See you Monday Night." A rose? She jerked up in bed suddenly, looking around. This had to be some sort of prank, right? The event of the night before came rushing back to her - meeting Moreau... workning with him. She stared at the enigmatic flower for a few more moments before her eyes finally went back to her bedside table. She pulled out the note and the check from the envelope in a cloud of disbelief. She visibly jumped as her alarm clock went off again, causing her to yelp.
Except, no... it wasn't her alarm. It was her cell phone. She pulled it off the nightstand and gaped as she saw the tme: 2:34 pm?
She swallowed as put the phone to her ear. "Hello?"
The call was from her supervisor, informing her of a schedule change, but sounding confused as she did so. Telling her that she would now be working nights, a personal request from Dr. Moreau, who said he could use some further assistance in his quality control work. Her supervisor even had trouble saying it... and there was a twinge of jealousy in her voice as she did. Part of her wanted to show up in the afternoon on Monday just to gloat. To scream it from the rafters, to call everyone she ever practically knew and let them know the good news. But a part of her still wondered if this was all too good to be true, and by the time Monday came around the pessimistic side of her had all but convinced herself that there must have been something else going on. But she showed up right on time, as her new assignment slip from HR read, eager and excited to see Dr. Moreau again. She made sure to present herself a bit more... professionally than before; having spent more time in front of the mirror before work than she probably had since her high school prom. The change in position had also come with a pretty substantial raise. As she had quickly noted when the company had her weekend overnighted the updated paperwork. When she showed up for her shift, just as the latest workers in the company were leaving, the guards looked a bit awkwardly at her as they handed her her new badge, which gave her full clearance at all hours, and a door key, since the doors to outside were usually locked. "Dr. Lockheart," one of them said as he swallowed a lump in his throat, almost as if he was nervous to see her now when before security had been offhanded at best with her, and rude at worst. As she passed his desk and looked back, she'd note that both of the security guards had emails directly from Moreau titled "Concerning Dr. Lockheart." with the highest urgencies on them. Clearly Moreau had shaken some sort of pot, though when she got to her desk, she'd still have an hour or so before he'd show up. Projects that were on the table to be reviewed and completed were in a manilla envelope on her desk. Aubrey was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. She slid into her desk, the creepy silence of the office not offering her as much solace as it had on Friday. She slipped the file open and figured he would distract herself by getting right to work. Aubrey must have drifted off, as she had been working, because one moment she was going over file, and then thought she heard something behind her, and the next she was blinking her eyes with a slight pain in her neck, as Moreau slid up beside her and said "Hello Dr. Lockheart." with a smile on his face. "I hope things have been to your satisfaction, my assistant." he nodded and flipped quickly through the file that had been left on her desk, and didn't seem at all upset by her potential loss of work, even as she noted it was close to an hour and a half later than she remembered it being. Moreau looked flush and full of life, his orange tresses framing his face and his eyes as provocative as they had been the night she had met him. She jumped as he came behind her, realizing she might have drifted off. She winced and grasped her neck, standing up as Moreau came around to look at her file. "Good evening Dr Moreau," she said, running her hand though her hair. "I, uh, wanted to tank you so much for all this. I mean, you didn't have to pay me the overtime and, uhm... assistant?" She blinked, never having been told her 'official' title. "Your assistant?" His head turned and his eyes flashed at her reaction, "Yes, research assistant, we aren't talking about a secretary here. Is that problem Dr. Lockheart?" "No! No problem..." she shook her head emphatically. "Actually, its great. Thank you...thank you so much. I'm deeply grateful. You've been more than generous, Doctor." "I hadn't realized how useful having someone else up here could be, especially someone as intelligent and resourceful as yourself. I've been going over the past research you were involved in, and I must say, I've been impressed." She blushed profusely as he complimented her on her work. "Something tells me you're not an easy man to impress,"she said, "that means a lot." She cleared her throat. "I hope I can live up to your expectations. I must say this is the most fabulous laboratory I've ever seen." "Thank you, I try to keep it up to date, only the best as they say," he smiled at her, as he artificially nudged her feelings, particularly while she was thanking him for the compliment. Moreau never hesitated to use his vampiric gifts, and he certainly wasn't going to stop here, if anything he was enjoying the "distraction" that his new lab assistant was providing him. "Well, we should get to work," he said, as they started checking up on the projects, and starting their own research. That night stretched into several as the week began to pass, and then another, and another.
Moreau was focused while he worked, but he would talk consistently with her, as the nights went on. Sometimes he would draw conclusions on the research that made no sense to her, and possibly no logical sense at all, but she quickly learned, after he snapped at her, that she wasn't to argue about that. Aubrey was indeed a diligent worker. A true scientist, she was a stickler for controls, data collection, and any offer effects that would effect the accuracy of the data; but Moreau would find she never seemed to question the more delicate, ethical conundrums such as practical applications or safety protocols. She was also a stellar employee; always at work on time, wouldn't leave until she was dismissed. Moreau began to have food delivered in, from the best restaurants that would serve that late, which considering his prestige was apparently several, though it was always for Aubrey, he never indulged himself. She would also suffer from those lapses in time, but she could leap to the assumption that was her body adjusting to it's new sleep schedule, if Moreau noticed he never chided her on it.
While grateful for the food, she seemed concerned, and very self conscious, about eating in front of him, especially since he didn't anything himself. But hunger would always win out, and the quality of the food was something Aubrey wasn't accustomed to, so she eventually began to enjoy and look forward to her midnight lunches with Moreau.
Other than that, the nights were wonderful, Moreau was strange but charming and every now and then it would seem like her emotions were going wild on her. Then, after she went home, and was away from him with her own thoughts the "dreams" started. Of course she didn't have to sleep for them to start, as she began to have flashes of pure emotions, or hear voices that weren't there , or see things out of the corners of her eyes, things that played on her hopes, fears, and dreams. They always stopped before the sun rose though, finally letting her sleep, but her biggest moments of peace were with Moreau. This began to wear on Aubrey as the weeks went on. She come home and curled up on her living room coach for hours sometimes, her mind playing tricks on her constantly. She would pace around her house, looking for rats, cracks, loose planks; anything that might explain why she was becoming such a basketcase. Between the lapses in time and the strange vision-like dreams, she seriously began to grow concerned about her mental health. She wouldn't have spoken to Moreau about it, its generally not a good idea to let on to your boss that you think you might be going crazy, but she would always at least show up to work looking more shaken than enthusiastic like when she started. Moreau would compliment Aubrey, something she certainly wasn't used to, starting by stopping her in the middle of her work, and telling her, "I've never had a finer assistant, you are absolutely brilliant Aubrey." He'd taken to calling her Aubrey sometime between the three or so weeks they'd worked together. After a bit, Moreau began to enjoy Aubrey's company more and more, and began to slack off on tormenting her in the ways he had thus far, though whatever tricks her mind continued to play as a result on her was out of his hands. Moreau instead took to encouraging her enthusiasm, doing little things here and there to draw her attention, such as leaving his lab coat open and his shirt unbuttoned low as they worked, and the occasional flower or chocolates on her desk when she arrived. Though he never acted openly romantic with her around, or gave the gifts to her personally. After a few weeks, Aubrey had spent some of her free time to research more about her new boss. What Aubrey had heard about Moreau was interesting to say the least, apparently he was of European descent, recently so, his family only migrating here at the end of the 19th century. He was apparently involved in many scientific endeavors but had a habit of not completing the work on them, thus not being involved in the final credit. Rumors were he turned down several prestigious projects and even a couple of awards before settling down here and with sizable capital setting up this company. He was regarded by the scientific community as odd, but brilliant. It didn't take long for what used to be a school girl crush to fan into full-fledged admiration of Moreau. He was a brilliant scientist with move star good looks, and in Aubrey's mind, it didn't get any better. She knew very little about his personal life, and as dying as she was to know, she never got the nerve to ask him directly. He didn't wear a wedding band... that was a start. He never spoke of any girlfriends or fiance's with her; but she had to be honest with herself: he didn't talk about anything personal with her, really. She wouldn't really have any way to know. They only saw each other at work, and Aubrey was finding the night shift to be really grating on her sometimes. She was sleeping more than she ever did before, often not waking up until well into the afternoon and not feeling particularly rested all the time, either. On the other hand, Aubrey wasn't exactly the most confident when came to matters of romance. Sure, get her in a room of scientists and she could hold her own against nearly anybody, but she was smart enough to know a good majority of the reason she immersed herself so much in science was how awkward and ungraceful she was in social realms. Not particularly attractive or social, she never had much luck with boyfriend anyway. Sure, she wasn't a nun... she had had boyfriends and relationships, but they were not exactly model material like, well, like Dr. Moreau was. The chocolates and the roses confused her as much as they elated her. She'd blush and grin and smell each flower, savor each chocolate, and generally revel in the surrealism of it all - but when it came time to meet Dr. Moreau in the lab, he would make no mention of it. She had nearly convinced herself it was a cruel joke by one of her bitter old co-workers before working up the nerve to test the waters. "Thank you," she said pointedly one day after she found the small gift on her desk. She didn't say what for, instead she wanted to gauge his reaction to see if he even knew what she was talking about. "I was wondering when you would get around to thanking me," Moreau said instead of a typically 'you're welcome,' response. "I trust it has all been to your liking?" he said with a bit of an arrogant grin as he continued working, watching her reactions out of the corner of his eye. "I'm so sorry," she said quickly, praying she wasn't blushing as hard she felt she might be. "I uh, wasn't sure if you - I mean, I thought maybe..." she took a deep breath and just shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "I'm sorry. Just. thank you. and of course, I loved them. You have, uh, impeccable taste," she said with a grin. "Of course I do," was his response in a cold tone, but then he did something more subtle, his hand slipped over hers, pulling it away from their work, to hold it for a moment as he smiled a mischievous smile, then removed it and left her with that for the evening. She swallowed as his hand took hers, noting only for a second how cold it was before, well not caring. She waiting for him to say something else, but instead he just gave her a smile and went back to working. Aubrey tried to articulate something, but gave up after several minutes. She just threw herself back into her work... letting her brain work up the courage to say something on the backburner. After several hours, as she was fetching a fresh labcoat for Moreau, she cleared her throat at she handed it to him. "So, ah... we should go out for breakfast or...something... you know, once we're done here of course" Moreau enjoyed watching her internal conflict, he could see it in her eyes from their momentary encounter and revealed in how it appeared to be eating her up, even as he contemplated eating, and taking sips of the warm vitae that flowed through her veins. But he also didn't want to risk her health, he was growing quite fond of the frumpy scientist and began to mull on his own personal plans for her. He was bemused and a little surprised when she finally got up the courage to ask about breakfast on the same night. He'd expected it would take much longer than that. "Are the dinners here not satisfactory?" he asked, amused to watch her squirm. Of course he wouldn't go out with her, especially not so close to morning. "I spend a lot of money to have those brought in you know." He said, diverting the subject and acting slightly offended. "No!" she said quickly, immediately regretting even bringing it up. "Just, ya know, its a long night and - well - you don't... uh, eat much. No, please, I really appreciate it, I just thought since, well.. nevermind. You're right, no need for breakfast. Or coffee, right, you probably sleep after you get home, hmm?" Great, now she just seemed like a pig. She scratched her arm nervously and buried her face in the microscope to hopefully hide how red and hot her face felt. Good job, Aubrey she chided herself. He knows exactly what you;re trying to do, he's just trying to find a nicer way to say no.
"Besides... what would people think if they saw me with an... employee," he said with disdain dripping from his voice. "Still..." he said with a long pause, as if he was considering something. "Since you are here," he grabbed her and pulled her into a deep kiss, as his mouth was unusually cold, but his tongue probed hers with a centuries worth of expertise, as he looked deep into her eyes and then she woke up back in her bed. Her last memory of that intimate encounter. ***
Aubrey slowly sat up in her bed, the sun glaring at her from behind her curtains. She pulled her knees up to her chest and tried to clear the fog out of her brain. She didn't remember coming home that night... the last thing she remembered was.. ...oh god. No. That was a dream. It had to be.. she... well, yeah. It had to be, she had no memory after that. And she definitely would have remembered ... anything else. She smiled and touched her lips with a grin. Such a nice dream, though. She rolled out of bed and grabbed her phone, blinking as she stared down at the date. Wait... if that was dream how was it already Thursday? She was confused..and horribly upset at herself. This missing time thing was starting to seriously concern her... maybe she should mention it to Dr. Moreau..? Oh god... what if they... had done something and she forgot? No... no that couldn't be it, she convinced herself. That wouldn't happen... I mean, it was just a crush, and he was her boss. not to mention he could probably have any girl he wanted in the world. The following night Dr. Moreau did not appear, Aubrey could have eventually worked on the several projects they did have to check in on, but he didn't arrive nor did the expensive middle of the morning meals arrive. The options ended up being the vending machine, out, or not eating at all. Aubrey hovered around the lab, the dread building up in her chest. What had she done? What did they do? Was he mad. Did he fire her and she just not remember? She eventually just hunkered down to work, trying to focus on her projects, hastily wiping away frustrated tears. Eventually, however, the work calmed her down and she barreled through the assignments. She was starving by the time morning came around, but she was too afraid to leave the office. She just knew the moment she would leave to get lunch Moreau would have come in, seen she wasn't there, and left again. Her shift ended...she was tired, hungry, and the worry was heaving heavily on her in the pit of her stomach. But she stayed at her desk for nearly an hour more, dozing off until the morning shift began to trickle in. As the crew shuffled in her old supervisor took a moment to give Aubrey a scoffing look, but didn't say anything. Now it was the weekend, and she realized she didn't even have a number to contact him at. Everything went through his office assistant during the day. However, it was that night, late, when she'd usually be at work, when her doorbell rang. Aubrey shuffled to the door, concerned why someone would be ringing at such a late hour. The thought that it might be her boss never even occurred to her unless she looked her through peep hole. She felt her heart skip a beat when she saw Moreau on the other side. "Dr. Moreau!" she called, looking in horror down at her weekend wear, which was just a pair of jeans and a tshirt, and the state of her living room. "Shit," she hissed under her breath. Part of her wanted to race around and change, clean... but she knew he wasn't one that liked to be kept waiting. "Just a minute," she called, quickly gathering some dirty dishes off her coffee table and ditching them in the kitchen before grabbing a scrunchie and quickly pulling up her hair in a ponytail. She opened the door with a meek smile. "Doctor... I...what are you doing here?" she asked. Her apartment was large, in a great part of town. But it was sparsely furnished and obviously never had the touch of any kind of professional designer. "Hello Aubrey," he said with a smirk as he let himself in.
Gone was the labcoat, replaced by a black blazer, black pants, and a deep green undershirt. He stood outside, the moon to his back, as she opened the door, his eyes reflecting in the strangest way.
He looked around the apartment judgmentally, "This is... ...you know what nevermind."
He walked right up to her, close, she couldn't even feel his breath on her as his fingers gently stroked her hair. "Besides, it's you I came to see... that is... if you don't mind." He said in a tone that implied that she didn't. "I don't mind..." she half-lied, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. She looked deep into his eyes, her heart racing, suddenly filling with nervousness and uncertainty; all the lost time and other factosr having her doubt every thing that happened to her. "You weren't at work yesterday..." she said, hoping to get some clues as to what happened. "Is everything okay?" Moreau didn't miss a beat, as he closed the door behind him deftly and leaned down to put his face near hers, still his breathing was so shallow (she assumed) she didn't hear it. "Everything's fine Aubrey... I attended to some matters," he smirked at her as he said. "Don't they say something like... absence makes the heart grow fonder." as he smiled at the implications he just made. She couldn't help smile. "Yes, they do say that..." She reached up and put her hand on his cheek, swallowing hard. "Doctor, I... " she hated to ruing this moment...his face was so close... but she was getting frustrated and scared about her blackouts, and didn't want anymore to happen that she didn't remember. "Have I been acting, uh...strange recently?" "Not at all..." he smiled, "I mean you made it perfectly clear the first night we met how much you wanted to be with me. That's why I couldn't let you go and made arrangements." "Don't you remember, when you kissed me that first night... and every night after that?" Moreau said with a smile, and the most convincing lying that a vampire that was over a century old was capable of. "I mean this has been going on for weeks... don't tell me you are getting cold feet after all the roses and candy." Aubrey felt her heart sink. She backed away from him, as hard as that was. "...what?" She sunk down onto her couch, her heart racing. "Oh no..." she breathed. "Doctor, I... something's wrong with me." "Nothing's wrong with you..." he sat beside her and stroked her hair. "So take charge and aggressive, I couldn't resist a dalliance with you." he said as he kissed her cheek, "Even if I didn't think you'd be my type you surprised me." His face put on a bit more concern, "Are you reconsidering things between us?" She felt her heartbeat pick up as he talked and touched her; even through all the concern she was having about her mental health he was putting some rather vivid ideas in her head. "There's an us?" she squeaked. She shook het head, her eyes filling up with tears as she was on the brink of panicking. "Doctor, I don't remember. Any of that. Weeks? Oh god how could it have been weeks? I just remember for kiss the other night after I tried to ask you out and then..." She paled a bit. "oh my god..." she breathed. She looked up at him. "Did we have sex?" she asked, scandalized. "Not yet." Moreau said as he pulled her into another kiss, his tongue probing her lips in the most sensual way as his fingers roamed her body. He enjoyed playing with the Doctor, implying this had been going on for some time while he'd actually just been feeding on her. Luckily, he'd already fed tonight. His lips moved to her neck, whispering softly in her ear while his hands stroked the side of her face, "I don't know Aubrey, maybe you are going crazy... but if you are... isn't this what you wanted. The pay, the prestige, me..." he kissed beside her lips, teasing them with his tongue. "Maybe crazy is good... if it gets you what you want." His kisses were intoxicating and she couldn't help herself from kissing bath, running her fingers through his thick red hair. A part of her, a very bad, selfish part, thought Moreau had a very good point. She didn't want to stop, especially considering were it looked like this was going. But she couldn't. She gently put a hand on his chest and pushed him away. "doesn't that concern you?" she asked. "it's not...me. Seducing you. Do you really think I'd be dressed like this if I thought youd be coming over?" she tried to joke. She looked on the brink of tears. "This is serious. I don't remember." "Fine," Moreau said with a bit of a sigh as she pushed him away. "Does this concern me... no it doesn't. I'd say pretty clearly this is your issue, not mine. "Maybe this a part of you that you've had all along, one that is just helping you get what you want. Not something to fear... unless you were happy with your old life I suppose." Moreau said as he moved closer again his hands wrapping around her. "Some have called me crazy... I welcome it. Thinking differently from the rest of the cattle of this world. "As I see it... you have a choice..." he said with a bit of a smirk. "You can reject it... fix it... try to put all the pieces back together again and end up right where you started for who knows how long. I'll go home and you can have your lonely weekend and your lonely rest of your life... "Or... you can embrace it, let whatever it is help you get what you want... and think of it this way, it's you right now... don't you want to be you right now," he said as he pulled her into another kiss. "I..." she hesitated, looking over at him with obvious desire. She hadn't been wholly unhappy with her old life. I mean... ...well... ...she had a good job. A decent job. Not as good as this one. Moreau was right, to a point. She could still ... Fix herself tomorrow. But Moreau seemed unconcerned so why should she? He was warned...and he still by some freak of nature wanted her And he was... So amazing. Shed never been with a man nearly this attractive. She could be selfish for once in her life. She began to return his kisses, unsure at first but increasing with confidence. Moreau kept her locked in a kiss as his hands slipped under her blouse and deftly unhooked Aubrey's bra. He slid it out skillfully from under her blouse, claiming it like a prize but going no further. "Do you want to sleep with your boss Aubrey?" Moreau said with a smirk. "What would the office gossip say?" he kept his smile, deepening it, even as his tongue teased her neck. "Not to late for me to stop... but if you want me to continue... I want you to admit how twisted you are." he grinned as his hands teased her body. His voice was compelling and convincing, the product of being far older than he looked. Her eyes slipped closed as he kissed her neck. "I don't think.. " it was hard to articulate sentences with his hands on her, "it's very twisted to want you," she purred. "I didn't say it was twisted to want me of course it's not, that's probably the sanest thing about you... I just want you to admit to me that you are twisted..." Moreau kissed her again but he was still being insistent. "It makes me hot..." he whispered into her ear, breathing onto her neck, which actually was something he rarely did and never had to do, but in this case it added to the mood. Well in that case... She was already going crazy. She told Moreau she was crazy. Worse case scenario... well, she could blame it on the crazy. "I'm twisted," she said after a moment. "Totally twisted, and totally want you." "That's my girl." Moreau said as he pushed her back down onto the couch so the real fun could begin.