Seren
Seren started the next day by staying under her waterfall shower head until the water ran cold and she had been long clean. When she was dressed in torn jeans and an old t-shirt she had brought she began unpacking her upstairs. She unpacked her dressing room first, it was the room next to the master, where she had had the wall connecting the original walk in closet torn down. She hung rods on the walls before placing her dresses, pants, and shirts upon them. In the closet of the room she placed her clothes from the previous lives.
In the walkway from the master bedroom to the dressing room she had set up her vanity and mirrors. She organized the make up that had fallen out of its cubbies and displayed the jewelry she wore most often. She was almost done unpacking her room when her phone buzzed in her pocket.
"Hello?" She answered while placing a panting of herself from when she was a lady in waiting.
"Miss. West?" Johnathan Thatcher was a chubby, balding man who happened to snag a job as a glorified secretary for the Heirloom Recovery company she had begun helping with. She offered up some of her older trinkets that didn't have enough memories to be on display and her knowledge of how to recognize and find objects.
"Yes, Mr. Thatcher?" Seren rolled her eyes, the man had been increasingly polite to her ever since he had been fired from the museum he once worked for as an accountant.
"I sent out e-mails on Monday to some of the older vampires with a list of items in your possession." She waited for him to continue talking while she moved to her office to begin unpacking it and when it became obvious he wasn't going to without her speaking again, she said a simple 'and?'.
"The necklace, a vampire got back to me saying that it was from their village, not their own, and that we should add that it was worn by a wealthy woman. Another inquired about the owner of the crown and asked for contact information."
Seren thought about it, and after a few minutes responded to him, "Set up a meeting for next week, but tell them that they'll be meeting with someone who represents the owner of the item." They talked about her schedule, what files where to be sent to her, deadlines she had to make and other mundane things until they said goodbye.
She worked on putting her books on the bookcases that where lined against the wall, not hard considering she had packed them herself so they would be in the correct order when she went to put them away. Two shelves where taken up by different journals, almost none of them matching and all of them in a strange order. When she starting keeping a diary she had filled up ten before they where caught up to the time. Every important moment, person and creature she had come across laid within the pages.
It took her two more days to finish organizing everything, her calendar included, which left her rather on the side of tense. Many of her meetings had to be moved around because someone scheduled her to have a conference call the same time as her meeting with the vampire looking into the crown. After everything had been sorted out, and they moved the meeting up, Seren spent what few days she tried to take off she could.
Monday afternoon had Seren getting dressed in business appropriate attire, something that she loathed doing. She did her hair in a French braid and put on a lavender silk blouse with ruffles down the front over a black camisole and a black knee length pencil skirt, ending with her usual six-inch heels in a basic nude.
She had barely started entering the address into the GPS after she collected all the necessary files and photographs when she realized where she was going. She felt nervous, worried even, about seeing the Viking again. Maybe a little bit excited.
She was used to men staring at her, she'd have to be after 947 years, but the way he watched her was heated in a way that she hadn't felt before. She didn't tell Alys about how she had a staring contest with the vampire, or that she continued to feel his gaze long after she had moved away from their seats.
But she refused to let him know that she was nervous and after the thirty minute drive she parked her car next to a black mustang and with her heels clicking against the asphalt, and her breathing even enough to pass for normal, she made her way into the den. One door was unlocked and when she walked through it she was almost immediately face to face with the younger vampire women from the week before.
"We're closed, sugar." Her voice was dull and her face looked bored beyond compare.
"I have a meeting with Mr. Northman, I represent a privet owner of an item that he is interested in." Seren could see that this woman wasn't simply a loyal employee, a lover or a progeny, maybe?
"Follow me." The woman's own heels clicked against the floor and echoed through the open and empty club. They went next to the bar and through a door that said "Employees Only" etched into the wood and down a small hallway before they reached another, closed, door that the vampire opened.
The vampire knocked and after a beat she pushed it open, not waiting for a response, and said "you're meeting is here, ochhon serläcker." The blonde haired vampire didn't look up from his paperwork, but did stiffen a little when Seren entered the room looking around a little and deciding that she had had meetings in worse places.
(ochhon serläcker- and she looks delicious)
"Thank you, Pam." The man said and the women left them, closing the door on her way out, after looking at the women up and down from the back.
Seren moved to the seat in front of his desk but didn't sit and she stood their in silence until he choose to notice her. She had dealt with vampires in business before and knew three very important things. They don't shake hands like humans, don't talk until they acknowledge you to do so, and don't sit until it is offered.
He looked up after a few minutes, a bit of surprise on his face that was quickly covered by a cocky smirk as he motioned to the seat with his hand starting the meeting, "Have a seat Miss…"
"West" She offered, lowering herself and crossing her legs, her bag of folders placed on the floor between them. He looked at her up in down without shame as she moved, and while she noticed she didn't show any signs that she had.
"I would like to purchase the crown from your employer." He stated simply, leaning back in his chair so that the entirety of his black tank top covered upper half was visible to the women.
She nodded and pulled out a folder, "It was assumed as much, Mr. Northman, and my…employer would be more than happy to part ways with it if it is indeed yours." Opening the folder she passed a stapled together set of papers to him, which he accepted after a brief moment. "That is a history of who has owned the crown to our knowledge."
"You where here last week, yes?" He asked while looking over the papers, not looking up to see her reaction, but instead trying to feel a difference in the air of the room but nothing came. She didn't seem to tense up, or look shaken, or even look interested in the fact that he remembered her.
"Yes," she said without any hesitation, "my friend wished to come and asked me to join her."
"It could have been…" he paused, looking at her again, his eyes catching hers "dangerous." He gave a smirk and waited to see if she was scared, or turned on, or really if there was any reaction to the lusty voice he used on the final word.
She did tilt her head to the side, examining him openly for the first time. She let her eyes fall from his and move down his, annoyingly covered, but none the less obviously sculpted chest, she had to stop herself from moving forward to try and get an idea of what laid beyond what was covered by the desk.
When her eyes found his again, she had her own slow smirk gracing her features, "and this isn't, Mr. Northman?" She sounded almost innocent, as if she had never thought that being alone in a closed room with a vampire without True Blood on the shelves for at least another six months was in the least bit hazardous.
"Oh," He said, his smirk deepening and his eyes growing slightly darker, "it most certainly is." She tilted her head again, a few centimeters more this time, her neck exposed to his heated stare.
"My employer mentioned that you are the only vampire still alive that was once a Viking." She wouldn't mention that she knew he was because he just looked like one, or that the way he carried himself just screamed the fact that he had lived, and killed, long before he was dead.
He gave a simple nod, not taking his eyes off of her for longer then need be, "they mentioned they may be willing to part with it even if it wasn't yours for that fact alone." She hadn't thought about it before, of course, but decided that this man—this strong and attractive man—deserved to have whatever she could give him to keep him around.
She wanted him and had no intentions of parting with anything without feeling him at least once.
"Then we should set up another meeting, to meet your employer." The second half of his sentence seemed to have been added as an afterthought, as if he could care less then to meet with anyone who wasn't her about the matter.
She smiled, her white teeth showing as she reached into her bag again, this time bringing out a small blue card before standing, she placed it between her fingers and reached over his desk, "call me to set it up." Her eyes looked down for a split second, noticing the bulge against his pants.
After he grabbed her card, and they're hands touched briefly, she turned and left the office and then the building.
Google Translate helped with the Swedish, because I do not know it in the least.
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