Post by CHARLES ARCHIBALD ABBOTT on Jun 14, 2011 23:01:15 GMT -5
As soon as he heard the clink of the glass holding his whiskey hit the table, Charles Abbott shot his hand out to cradle it. Lifting the goblet to his lips he poured the dark liquid through his parted lips and directly into his gullet. Closing his eyes, he let his head lean back, and allowed himself a moment of escape before opening his gaze, and beginning to scan the crowd around him.
He had been on the bottom floor of an cargo ship for over a month. Surviving on rats he had brought along, and a few spare chickens that had been intended for a new restaurant was not his idea of a vacation, but he needed to stay incognito if he was going to make it to London without inciting a full scale riot.
But that still wasn't going to stop him from making his way to the nearest bar after setting foot on land once again. He had returned to London, in spite of his Sire's orders for one reason, and one reason only, to get rid of the pesky feelings he had been cursed with only a few years before. But already they were beginning to weigh on him. He wanted to be able to feed on these animals around him without worrying about feeling the repercussions through they eyes of their loved ones.
But that was being put on hold, at least for one night. He was going to meet his own needs, and damn the pain that he would have to deal with in the morning. Tonight he was going to find a woman to bed, and then rip out her throat and feed on the last drops of her blood. He deserved it after the month journey. And in the morning, he would begin his quest to find a magical remedy to his curse. After all, this was the reason he had returned to London. Returned to one of the home grounds of the two waring houses of magic. Chosen a bar on their turf.
Pushing those thoughts to tomorrow, he began scanning the crowd. It was near laughable as be began to look at the drunken tourists and girls undoubtedly on leave from their university. This was going to be all too easy.
That's when he saw her. A streak of blonde hair at the bar, the girl seemed to glide from place to place, attracting the attention of everyone in the room. His initial thought was to approach her immediately, begin to play his game, but instead, he decided to sip his drink once again, and lean back in his booth. Charles needed to observe her. He needed to see if it was some form of magic in the air that was drawing people to her, if she was just some sort of magnetic personality, or if his initial suspicions were correct, and she was something else entirely.
He had been on the bottom floor of an cargo ship for over a month. Surviving on rats he had brought along, and a few spare chickens that had been intended for a new restaurant was not his idea of a vacation, but he needed to stay incognito if he was going to make it to London without inciting a full scale riot.
But that still wasn't going to stop him from making his way to the nearest bar after setting foot on land once again. He had returned to London, in spite of his Sire's orders for one reason, and one reason only, to get rid of the pesky feelings he had been cursed with only a few years before. But already they were beginning to weigh on him. He wanted to be able to feed on these animals around him without worrying about feeling the repercussions through they eyes of their loved ones.
But that was being put on hold, at least for one night. He was going to meet his own needs, and damn the pain that he would have to deal with in the morning. Tonight he was going to find a woman to bed, and then rip out her throat and feed on the last drops of her blood. He deserved it after the month journey. And in the morning, he would begin his quest to find a magical remedy to his curse. After all, this was the reason he had returned to London. Returned to one of the home grounds of the two waring houses of magic. Chosen a bar on their turf.
Pushing those thoughts to tomorrow, he began scanning the crowd. It was near laughable as be began to look at the drunken tourists and girls undoubtedly on leave from their university. This was going to be all too easy.
That's when he saw her. A streak of blonde hair at the bar, the girl seemed to glide from place to place, attracting the attention of everyone in the room. His initial thought was to approach her immediately, begin to play his game, but instead, he decided to sip his drink once again, and lean back in his booth. Charles needed to observe her. He needed to see if it was some form of magic in the air that was drawing people to her, if she was just some sort of magnetic personality, or if his initial suspicions were correct, and she was something else entirely.
