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Rapidly Selene's fingers flew over the synthesizer's keys as the snow flew along the street outside the Parisian barroom.
At a table near the stage, a group of six men sat. Charles Foster Ofdensen couldn't tear his eyes away from the familiar figure, it was as if she hadn't aged a day in the ten years since he'd last seen her. Trying his hardest to ignore the noisy comments and the unofficial game of musical chairs played by the other five men beside him, he sighed annoyedly, "Would you please calm down. I like her." Naturally the boys ignored their manager and carried on acting the fool causing the smaller man to slip his glasses off so he could pinch the bridge of his nose lightly.
Back on stage, the vampire inhaled sharply, her gaze following the half forgotten scent. Taking a bow she moved from her instrument, slowly stalking towards the table before being held back by several gears. A small smile appeared on her blood-red lips as she locked eyes with Charles and gave her head a slight jerk towards the door before slipping out into the Parisian cold whilst the boys ordered another round of booze.
As soon as he was certain that the boys were sufficiently drunk enough to not get into much trouble, the CFO slipped outside where the raven haired woman stood waiting patiently just out of sight.
"Bonjour Monsieur Ofdensen," she stated softly, inclining her head, her long black hair blowing in the winter air.
Approaching with caution, Charles kissed her cheeks gently in greeting, "It's nice to meet you again."
A faint color crept into her cheeks, her skin ice cold as she smiled, "The pleasure is mine Monsieur. You and your," she hesitated a moment, "gentlemen, are making quite the name for yourselves."
"No, the pleasure is mine," Charles smiled gently, adjusting his glasses. "and thank you, I really enjoyed your music."
"De rien. It is not on the same level as your charges, but it makes a comfortable living," Selene looked up slowly to meet his eyes. "You are highly protective, yet do not fear me. You remember, don't you?"
"I do, Mademoiselle," the man nodded gently.
"And you do not fear what could be certain death this time?" she asked, her fangs slowly peeking out from between her lips.
A slightly proud smirk crossed Charles' lips as he again wiped the snow from his glasses, "Mademoiselle, I face certain death every day with these boys."
A soft smile crossed the vampire's face, "So I have heard. 2,000 dead last night alone during your show," she laughed softly. "Such a waste of good blood. You are a brave man Mr. Ofdensen," Selene smirked some.
"And what if I propose a use for that blood?" Ofdensen questioned, suddenly very serious.
"And what purpose would that be, monsieur? Surly your — boys — have little interest in such things," she glanced past him and into the bar briefly, as she ran her tongue over her lips slightly.
"But you do," he countered.
Nodding slowly, Selene replied, "Oui, you could say that, but why should you care what a rouge musician who could easily slaughter your entire entourage and band before your next breath could use?"
Chocolate locked with gold as he replied very flatly, "I need you in Dethklok."
Instantly this caused the vampire to give the suit a curious look, "I highly doubt your band would agree."
Shaking his head, Charles smiled slightly, "They might not, but it is the label's, as well as my own, decision to make."
Her gaze passing between the man before her and the five men-children inside, slowly nodding, "Very well."
"Now would be the best time to break it to them. They look sh-t faced," he stated, turning back towards the entrance of the alley.
Upon hearing the phrase 'sh-t faced' come from the CFO's mouth, the vampire couldn't help but erupt into a fit of giggles. "If you insist," she smiled, following him back.
As the pair reentered the bar, a small smirk appeared on Charles' mouth as he lead the vampire towards the boys' table. "Boys, if you could excuse yourselves for a minute," he stated, clearing his throat as five drunken pairs of eyes turned toward him, four of them radiating annoyance.
"This is your new band mate," the suit stated to his clients, ignoring the glares which were now coming off all five boys.
"Bonjour gentlemen," Selene smiled softly with a respectful bow.
Selene's bow and Charles' words were met with a variety of responses from the five some ranging from confusion to outrage. Sighing slightly, Charles again pinched the bridge of his nose, "Boys, boys calm down. Meet your new band member."
Surprisingly Nathan Explosion was the first to lazily raise a hand towards the female, "Uh, hi?"
Instantly the manager relaxed, a ghost of a smile on his face, "Good you are all, ah, getting acquainted."
Gracefully the woman sat between Skwisgaar and Murderface, politely answering questions the band posed to her on her qualifications. "I sing occasionally and play the synthesizer," Selene paused feeling the boys undressing her with their eyes.
"Behave," Charles growled slightly. "You've all had sexual harassment classes."
"Sexual harassment, huh?" the woman grinned brightly, showing off two extremely sharp teeth.
Slowly as time passed on Selene lured the four men back into a discussion of music while the CFO ordered a drink for himself. As he sipped away at his drink, he noted the front man glancing towards him, causing him to raise a brow in his direction.
"We never agreed to this," Nathan growled slightly, sipping his beer.
"When do you ever agree?" Ofdensen sighed slightly
"She's a chick," the front man countered.
"And?" the suit questioned, "You never seemed to have trouble with women."
"A chick, playing, is not metal," Nathan growled lowly.
Once more Charles sighed, taking a drink of his beer, "Just give her a chance."
"Fine," the bigger man grumbled almost inaudibly.
"Please Nathan? I don't ask much," Charles closed his eyes relaxing somewhat.
"I already said fine," the singer growled slightly, sipping his beer.
Finishing his own beer, the CFO nodded, "Thank you Nathan."
Meanwhile, from across the table, Selene was quickly getting acquainted with her fellow band mates. Slowly her tongue darted across her lips as she spoke, Skwisgaar nodding in all the right places as his icy blue eyes swept over her pale figure. It was said eyes that finally caught the vampire's attention causing her to drop her voice slightly.
"You have beautiful eyes you know," she sighed softly before taking on a predatory smile. "I've never tasted a Swede."
"Wells thank yous," the guitar god replied, unsure of exactly how to take the female's comment, "um tastes?"
"Oui," Selene breathed, licking at her lips once more.
Intrigued the blond leaned ever closer to his dangerous new friend, placing himself in perfect alignment as she opened her mouth slowly, her fangs being revealed as she leaned closer to his neck. The sight of those four miniature daggers instantly caused the Swede to snap out of his trance like state.
"Those ams cool," he nodded.
"Wicked cool," Selene agreed, smirking dangerously.
"What does you does with them?" the blond questioned.
"I'll show you Monsieur Skwisgaar," the immortal murmured, leaning ever closer to press the sharp teeth to his neck, only to have the lead guitarist be pushed away by the band's bass player with an excitement in his eyes.
"No me firscht! I want the pretty lady to bite me!" Murderface cried out.
Surprisingly this caused the vampire to laugh and smile, "In due time, young William. There's plenty to go around."
At the other end of the table Nathan sat staring intently at their manager causing the smaller man to flush. "How much have you had to drink Nathan?" Charles questioned, half hoping the singer was merely zoning out due to an over abundance of liquor, half hoping for something more.
"Not nearly enough," came the reply, followed by a glance over to the rest of the band. "She's gonna kill something."
On that note Ofdensen rose to his feet, quickly gaining his boys' attention, "I do believe it's time to retire back to the hotel. Selene, your room has already been arranged, as has your dinner," he winked almost playfully at her, "as for the rest of you, behave, and I expect you all to give her privacy while she eats."
"Dude we were gonna get schome!" Murderface growled in complaint as he followed the others out towards the waiting limo.
"William, you can find a whore," Charles rolled his eyes slightly, ordering another beer for the ride.
Quietly, Toki glanced between the pretty female and the stern manager, offering no complaint, but instead curiosity, "Whys we got to leaves her alones? She ams shy?"
"Not at all," Selene smiled slyly.
"Toki, just give the lady her privacy please," Charles repeated, a little more sternly than before.
"Does we have to listens to this guy?" Skwisgaar asked, not for the first time, as they reached the nearby hotel.
"Yea," Nathan growled as they reached their floor. "Now go to bed already," he grumbled, slamming his own door.
As the men divided up, Selene smiled and leaned close to Charles' ear, whispering, "This is already turning fun, Monsieur Charles."
The CFO couldn't help but smirk proudly, "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. Have a good dinner."
"Have a good rest," she replied, vanishing into her hotel room. No sound was heard from her for the rest of the day.
