Adventure Between the Line
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Loki turned her raven hair around to see the name on the grave. "Yes, Lucrezia Winter Valentine's body works well and is perserved so much to completion. She responds well. I just need to get out of this clothing."
"Ahh...Baroque was something of a classical era. But yes, we shall not tarry here any longer."
"Good. "
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Chapter 7: The Demon in the Wardrobe
The dark-haired woman sighed. Why did she have to be cursed to wear her father's leftover clothes of her dead mother? Her mother's clothes were bright filled with the colors of flowers like she was some virgin ballerina. Loki straightened the long dress out again with her hands.
Her father in close tow, following her trudge through the mall. He sighed shaking his head when he looked at her. She truly looked like her mother, but he knew that she only did because of the body. Her true body had blonde hair into a million braids, and his grey eyes, with his tallness but her mother's boisterous attitude towards life.
Stopping at a store, she put a small hand on the brooch of a ruby sun that Lucrezia's body had. It was the only real thing she kept from the pile of clothes she gave away, that and her wedding and engagement rings. Both rings were inscribed with magical blood on the inside that kept her body from rotting away and shirking into the elder stages of life. The wedding ring held garnets of crimson blood that flowed into brighter rubies in the sun ordernation.
Loki, swished back her now long dark hair and entered the store.
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"Please, Keith?" Malkovich's speech had returned almost fully, for which she was glad for. The blonde vampire shook his hair at her. "Why not?!" Her question snapped him out of his thoughts.
"I'm not allowing you to go out alone!!! Do you want a reminder of last time?!" He snapped at her. She growled and clenched her fist when she thought of an idea.
"I'll take Chris and Sharon with me then." He paled. He wanted to go with her, but she insisted that clothing was a woman's business and not a man's. Putting a hand, threading his long hair he grumbled.
"I'm coming with you." She knew that she had lost. Sighing in defeat, she raised her arms up and sat down in the chair. Pulling her black boots to her, she put her small feet into them and snapped the fastners on.
"All right, but you'll be embarresed by where I go." She told him in a sing-song voice. He couldn't think of anything worse than when she had woke up this morning. She had been cuddling him in her sleep and it really was suggestive if you did not know that either had done nothing in their sleep. He blushed slightly at the memory when he awoke as well.
She had been so angry that she literally almost shot her gun at him, until she remembered why he was in the same bed as she. He was just happier that she had put that gun away. He knew he couldn't die by old age but that was just about it.
Getting up, the femme blonde grabbed the rest of her supplies and turned to wait for him. Keith sighed putting on a trenchcoat of green and black while she picked out the one Koudelka let her borrow. He knew that she was serious when she skipped out of the apartment house. The vampiric outlaw knew how much she hated being cooped up, but it was for her own safety.
Exiting out onto the street, she had hailed a taxi. Her brightness against the dark grey sky surprised him. He knew it was never really sunny in Boston, but when it was it happened to be very beautiful. The taxi came and she got inside, interrupting his thoughts.
"Are you coming or leaving me?" His head swiveled towards her and imeddiatly stepped inside the taxi. She scooted over to the other seat and told the man the location. The Indian-Asian man, nodded and began to answer her questions about anything, such as his religion or how much he knew everyone. As they were beginning to stop for them to get off, Malkovich asked a very out of place question that even the outlaw heard.
"What do you think we are?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" She repeated herself slower this time. Keith had no need to understand what she was doing. This was what she, somehow knew, what she was good at; information-gathering.
"What do you think we are?"
"A young married couple, or just two teenage friends out for the mall?" The driver asked hopefully as she handed him th ecorrect amount of change. She smiled and nodded, leaving the man bewildered. Keith shrugged at the man and exited to her.
"Young people these days. Too confusing for one such as me."
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The regular ding-dong of the door sounded when two new customers entered the store. Loki kept her newly brunette hair in check as she checked out some fashion for herself. She didn't like the low-cut jeans and skirts. That wasn't what a girl such as her wanted. Grumbling like mad, she went over to the teenage men's section, her fingers carressing the materials as she walked by them.
That was when she ran into someone, who did not heed her bad attitude with much gratitude to leave her alone. Grunting as she got up with the help of this mysterious man, the only thing she noticed was the sword at his hip. The sword itself, glowed with such aura of magic, such power emanated from the hilt and the sword seemed alive somehow. She suddenly remembered a sword just like that form her father's demonic weaponary books when she got her first weapon against her mother's wishes. Tyrving.
Loki stared upwards to the man who looked as if he had seen a ghost. This man was Keith Valentine the Vampire Outlaw in all of Boston and Cape Cod. She smirked and decided soemthing so quickly she didn't seem ot understand what she was going to do completely.
"I'm so sorry. That was my fault, monseir." Her mother's french accent coming through in th epitch. Keith stared at her astounded. "I am so sorry, I am Lucia Winter. I just came to this country with my father." Her voice was sweet and as exactly as he remembered it. He was paling and would think that soon his knees would fail him and so would his will power not to cry at the exact image of his dead wife.
"I..I am Keith Valent-"He stopped as he saw Malkovich come out to him, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a very tight shirt. He could not help but blush at her appearance, when he turned to the girl once more. "Wher..Where did ...yo..you get tho...those rings and..brooch?" Those pair of rings and that brooch were just fakes and couldn't be his wife's at all.
"Ever since I had this body, Monseir Keith." She replied almost hauntingly into his finely tuned ears. He could barely hold himself in anymore. Until, Malkovich came over to where he stood.
"Hello. Who are you?"
"I am Lucia Winter. You, mademoiselle?"
"Madame Maria Valentine." He stared gaping at Malkovich. Why was she lying to this girl?
"Oh!! You two must be brother and sister." And this girl was dense.
"...." Malkovich did not say anything in this accord. "May I ask what you are doing with my younger brother?" Her question hung lithely into the air, the mystery lingering to its hint. Malkovich had a horrible feeling just at the sight of the petite woman. Her stomach churned and the food she had earlier seemed to want to come up.
Malkovich could not place why she did not like this girl, but it seemed as if the feeling was mutual. What more was that Malkovich noted everything she wore, but even more than what she wore but also that she looked exactly like amnesiac herself except for the hair and the dress. Maybe that was the reason for her unrest, but she shrugged it aside.
"Well, I was going to say I was sorry for bumping into him, and asking him to have lunch as an apology." She told the woman snidely. Her face contorted with a mocking smile aimed at Malkovich. The blonde growled underneath her voice as she awaited for Keith to say anything. He stared confused at both.
"That is nice of you, Mademoiselle Loki. I think that I shall accept." Malkovich gruntled slightly at Keith but decided against it. After all, he had to also have a life that was better than hers, obviously.
"Merci, Monseir Keith. Could we meet at four at the December café down the street? I still need to shop for some clothes for father and I." She explained. Her french coming through. Keith nodded and smiled. The blonde couldn't help but get a little jealous. Sighing, she went trhough the racks looking for clothing to buy, keeping her mind preoccupied.
Soon enough, Malkovich had found at least two weeks worth of clothes, including lacy undergarments. Keith, carrying at least five bags, sighed. They were just now getting to the last of the shoe department. Finally, happy that she found a good pair of leather boots, she paid and the went back to the apartment, ready to drop it off.
Entering the room they often shared together during the day, Malkovich made sure the door was closed, before she said anything.
"Don't go." Her voice echoed off the walls to him. He stared at her. She hadn't turned to face him, setting her bought clothing on the floor of the room. "Keith, don't go and meet here."
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Loki smiled. She had explained the plan of ingenius to her father, and much to her happiness, he praised it. Placing the top half of her hair into a ponytail, she let the longer raven-almost bottoms underneath the thick mat she lifted, Curls of brunette flowed down her back and onto her shoulders. Smiling quite widely, she looked exactly like the owner of the body.
"He is to be mine." She promised to herself silently, underneath a bidden breath.
~~
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Loki turned her raven hair around to see the name on the grave. "Yes, Lucrezia Winter Valentine's body works well and is perserved so much to completion. She responds well. I just need to get out of this clothing."
"Ahh...Baroque was something of a classical era. But yes, we shall not tarry here any longer."
"Good. "
~~
Chapter 7: The Demon in the Wardrobe
The dark-haired woman sighed. Why did she have to be cursed to wear her father's leftover clothes of her dead mother? Her mother's clothes were bright filled with the colors of flowers like she was some virgin ballerina. Loki straightened the long dress out again with her hands.
Her father in close tow, following her trudge through the mall. He sighed shaking his head when he looked at her. She truly looked like her mother, but he knew that she only did because of the body. Her true body had blonde hair into a million braids, and his grey eyes, with his tallness but her mother's boisterous attitude towards life.
Stopping at a store, she put a small hand on the brooch of a ruby sun that Lucrezia's body had. It was the only real thing she kept from the pile of clothes she gave away, that and her wedding and engagement rings. Both rings were inscribed with magical blood on the inside that kept her body from rotting away and shirking into the elder stages of life. The wedding ring held garnets of crimson blood that flowed into brighter rubies in the sun ordernation.
Loki, swished back her now long dark hair and entered the store.
~~
"Please, Keith?" Malkovich's speech had returned almost fully, for which she was glad for. The blonde vampire shook his hair at her. "Why not?!" Her question snapped him out of his thoughts.
"I'm not allowing you to go out alone!!! Do you want a reminder of last time?!" He snapped at her. She growled and clenched her fist when she thought of an idea.
"I'll take Chris and Sharon with me then." He paled. He wanted to go with her, but she insisted that clothing was a woman's business and not a man's. Putting a hand, threading his long hair he grumbled.
"I'm coming with you." She knew that she had lost. Sighing in defeat, she raised her arms up and sat down in the chair. Pulling her black boots to her, she put her small feet into them and snapped the fastners on.
"All right, but you'll be embarresed by where I go." She told him in a sing-song voice. He couldn't think of anything worse than when she had woke up this morning. She had been cuddling him in her sleep and it really was suggestive if you did not know that either had done nothing in their sleep. He blushed slightly at the memory when he awoke as well.
She had been so angry that she literally almost shot her gun at him, until she remembered why he was in the same bed as she. He was just happier that she had put that gun away. He knew he couldn't die by old age but that was just about it.
Getting up, the femme blonde grabbed the rest of her supplies and turned to wait for him. Keith sighed putting on a trenchcoat of green and black while she picked out the one Koudelka let her borrow. He knew that she was serious when she skipped out of the apartment house. The vampiric outlaw knew how much she hated being cooped up, but it was for her own safety.
Exiting out onto the street, she had hailed a taxi. Her brightness against the dark grey sky surprised him. He knew it was never really sunny in Boston, but when it was it happened to be very beautiful. The taxi came and she got inside, interrupting his thoughts.
"Are you coming or leaving me?" His head swiveled towards her and imeddiatly stepped inside the taxi. She scooted over to the other seat and told the man the location. The Indian-Asian man, nodded and began to answer her questions about anything, such as his religion or how much he knew everyone. As they were beginning to stop for them to get off, Malkovich asked a very out of place question that even the outlaw heard.
"What do you think we are?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" She repeated herself slower this time. Keith had no need to understand what she was doing. This was what she, somehow knew, what she was good at; information-gathering.
"What do you think we are?"
"A young married couple, or just two teenage friends out for the mall?" The driver asked hopefully as she handed him th ecorrect amount of change. She smiled and nodded, leaving the man bewildered. Keith shrugged at the man and exited to her.
"Young people these days. Too confusing for one such as me."
~~
The regular ding-dong of the door sounded when two new customers entered the store. Loki kept her newly brunette hair in check as she checked out some fashion for herself. She didn't like the low-cut jeans and skirts. That wasn't what a girl such as her wanted. Grumbling like mad, she went over to the teenage men's section, her fingers carressing the materials as she walked by them.
That was when she ran into someone, who did not heed her bad attitude with much gratitude to leave her alone. Grunting as she got up with the help of this mysterious man, the only thing she noticed was the sword at his hip. The sword itself, glowed with such aura of magic, such power emanated from the hilt and the sword seemed alive somehow. She suddenly remembered a sword just like that form her father's demonic weaponary books when she got her first weapon against her mother's wishes. Tyrving.
Loki stared upwards to the man who looked as if he had seen a ghost. This man was Keith Valentine the Vampire Outlaw in all of Boston and Cape Cod. She smirked and decided soemthing so quickly she didn't seem ot understand what she was going to do completely.
"I'm so sorry. That was my fault, monseir." Her mother's french accent coming through in th epitch. Keith stared at her astounded. "I am so sorry, I am Lucia Winter. I just came to this country with my father." Her voice was sweet and as exactly as he remembered it. He was paling and would think that soon his knees would fail him and so would his will power not to cry at the exact image of his dead wife.
"I..I am Keith Valent-"He stopped as he saw Malkovich come out to him, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a very tight shirt. He could not help but blush at her appearance, when he turned to the girl once more. "Wher..Where did ...yo..you get tho...those rings and..brooch?" Those pair of rings and that brooch were just fakes and couldn't be his wife's at all.
"Ever since I had this body, Monseir Keith." She replied almost hauntingly into his finely tuned ears. He could barely hold himself in anymore. Until, Malkovich came over to where he stood.
"Hello. Who are you?"
"I am Lucia Winter. You, mademoiselle?"
"Madame Maria Valentine." He stared gaping at Malkovich. Why was she lying to this girl?
"Oh!! You two must be brother and sister." And this girl was dense.
"...." Malkovich did not say anything in this accord. "May I ask what you are doing with my younger brother?" Her question hung lithely into the air, the mystery lingering to its hint. Malkovich had a horrible feeling just at the sight of the petite woman. Her stomach churned and the food she had earlier seemed to want to come up.
Malkovich could not place why she did not like this girl, but it seemed as if the feeling was mutual. What more was that Malkovich noted everything she wore, but even more than what she wore but also that she looked exactly like amnesiac herself except for the hair and the dress. Maybe that was the reason for her unrest, but she shrugged it aside.
"Well, I was going to say I was sorry for bumping into him, and asking him to have lunch as an apology." She told the woman snidely. Her face contorted with a mocking smile aimed at Malkovich. The blonde growled underneath her voice as she awaited for Keith to say anything. He stared confused at both.
"That is nice of you, Mademoiselle Loki. I think that I shall accept." Malkovich gruntled slightly at Keith but decided against it. After all, he had to also have a life that was better than hers, obviously.
"Merci, Monseir Keith. Could we meet at four at the December café down the street? I still need to shop for some clothes for father and I." She explained. Her french coming through. Keith nodded and smiled. The blonde couldn't help but get a little jealous. Sighing, she went trhough the racks looking for clothing to buy, keeping her mind preoccupied.
Soon enough, Malkovich had found at least two weeks worth of clothes, including lacy undergarments. Keith, carrying at least five bags, sighed. They were just now getting to the last of the shoe department. Finally, happy that she found a good pair of leather boots, she paid and the went back to the apartment, ready to drop it off.
Entering the room they often shared together during the day, Malkovich made sure the door was closed, before she said anything.
"Don't go." Her voice echoed off the walls to him. He stared at her. She hadn't turned to face him, setting her bought clothing on the floor of the room. "Keith, don't go and meet here."
~~
Loki smiled. She had explained the plan of ingenius to her father, and much to her happiness, he praised it. Placing the top half of her hair into a ponytail, she let the longer raven-almost bottoms underneath the thick mat she lifted, Curls of brunette flowed down her back and onto her shoulders. Smiling quite widely, she looked exactly like the owner of the body.
"He is to be mine." She promised to herself silently, underneath a bidden breath.
~~
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