Science meets Art: Oh my undead heart

[Emma French]

Emma cleaned her office and set up the low table with a terrarium filled with rocks she had collected from around the world. She decided not to serve drinks or anything. She could get something from the kitchen if they needed it later.

When Richard arrived he would walk down the stone path to the front door. The doorway had a wooden overhang to lend protection from the elements. There were various bushes and trees along the path. The leaves had change color but hadn't fallen yet. Around the trees were various seating areas such as benches etc.

[SoraLow]

The breaks on a white taxi cab squeak to a stop before dimming it's lights briefly. Richard pays the fair and offers a modest tip then slides himself out of the vehicle where he then gets his first view of the place that he was too meet Emma.

He takes his time strolling down the stone path until reaching the front door. He takes a moment to prepare himself for the internal conflict which was sure to come. Though he was eager to see her again, the beast was already pleading him to exercise better self preservation. 'You don't know her! She'd gladly drink her fill of you' it told him repetitiously until he literally had to thrush his finger to the door bell just to force himself not to be convinced to turn back.

Despite his beast cowardly desires to cut this visit short before it even began, Richard was not about to let anything stand between him and getting to spend time with her away from the formal settings of court. Tonight, he hoped, he would have an opportunity to really get to know Emma French.

[Emma French]

Emma sat trying to work but she instead watched the monitor for signs of Richards arrival. She was wearing a crimson red silk shirt with buttons down the front, black jeans with black boots that zipped up to her knees and had a three inch spiked heels made of silver. Her dark hair was loose, falling in soft waves around her face.

When he did arrive it was by cab. She left her office and walked upstairs forcing herself to remain calm. Her boots clicked rhythmically as she crossed the wooden floor. While she waited for him to ring the bell she looked around to make sure everything was in order. The warm wood tones on the walls shone with the fresh cleaning the received earlier. The glass shelves sparkled and held the fall bouquets of flowers and other funeral materials. She noticed one of the employees had created a new life book for the display. This one showed pictures of a young football player who had died in a car accident. So sad.

The doorbell rang and Emma startled a bit as she returned to the present. She could feel his beast on the other side of the door. Before she opened the door she prepared herself for the inevitable feeling of wanted to kill him. As with mortal feelings of passion and rage she hoped to redirect these feelings of rage and murder into a much more pleasant feeling of passion. Once she was mentally ready to push down beast she opened the door. "Good evening." She said with a smile through gritted teeth. Beast howled, kill him. he is weak. kill him. his blood will be sooooo tasty. Fuck him then kill him, beast tried to reason. Emma raised an eyebrow at the delicious thought but instead pushed beast down and her eyes darkened, as if with passion, to a deep sensuous green. "Come in, when you are ready." Emma realized it may take him a moment to get his beast in control. While she waited she looked him up and down as if he were a tasty treat.

[SoraLow]

Richard begins to hear the tap of her heels making their way across the floor as she approach the door. The sound of it alone spurring desire in him. How he loved a women in heels. The door flings open and Richard is left speechless. He thought that he would be prepared but he was sadly mistaken. Frozen where he stood, Richard couldn't help but feel as though he was standing directly in the presence of his own demise. She was staring back at him with a hunger that made him question his own sanity for daring to think that he was anything more than a rare delicacy for her to feed on in private. What frightened him even more was bulge that began to surface. She looked amazing, sexy....deadly. "Good evening" he says in return. He is glad that he made the cab driver stop off at his place to get a change of clothing. He was now wearing a silk grey tee shirt under a sleeveless black vest, blue jeans, and a pair of jet black Timberland boots. As per usual, Richard choose form fitted clothing which caresses his muscular physique.

He prods his beast to allow him to enter. "You look stunning Emma" he finally says after taking the first step inside.

[Emma French]

He was so charming it blew her over. "You are so sweet to say so." She pauses to evaluate him again. "You don't look so bad yourself." She smiles at him as she closes the door behind him. "I thought we would go down stairs to my office. On this floor we have viewing rooms which can also open up to larger meeting rooms. When we don't have any funerals we are able to rent space for meetings." She led him down a hall which had private seating areas and several doors going into the viewing rooms. She spoke and walked with confidence and ease, however, inside she was fighting with herself. The tug from passion to rage was almost unbearable. She wanted to hunt him but also she wanted to touch and hold him. When they reached the back stairs she stopped and turned to him, she just needed another look. "Down here are the offices, staff rooms, catering set-up, the embalming area and cold storage." She headed down the stairs in front of him. Her office was the first on the right. "Do you want a tour down here or do you want to head into my office?" She asked with a tone which seemed to say either way was fine with her. Oh how she wished the weather was warmer, then she could have set up the private outdoor area. But perhaps that was a bit too intimate and romantic.

[SoraLow]

At first Richard isn't sure how to process the tour he was being given, it wasn't every night that one found themselves strolling through a funeral home. He wonders if there is some correlation between being creatures of death and catering to a kines loved one to the afterlife. He follows her closely as she continues her tour of her work place, in truth Richard was just happy to be here. Since their first meeting where she had invited him to visit sometime he had hoped that she was serious about her offer.

Richard constructs a mental map of the building as Emma points out each area to him, if he had his way this wouldn't be the last time he would find himself here. When she stops to present him with the question of how to proceed he quickly seizes the opportunity.

"Let's have a seat in your office for now. You can show me around down there next time" Richard casually implants his desire for a repeat visit. He stands before her, his eyes struggling to maintain contact with hers without exposing the detours to her hips and beyond, a feat he feared he was surely failing at.

"I must admit Emma... I'm really glad you called. The Danse has been full of life for me since I last met you as an new face. To be here now...with you makes the journey to this city all worth it.

[Emma French]

Emma led him into her office. Her office had a quiet feel to it. Very calm and some what intellectual feel. Next to the door was a low coffee table with two comfortable chairs next to it. On the table was a glass bowl filled with rocks. Beyond the seating area was her desk with a computer and various folders filled with papers. On one side was a file cabinet and the other side and behind the desk were high bookshelves filled with books of all shapes and sizes.

She had quietly stored his comment about next time away for now. She did want to see him again but was focused on this time. She tried hard not to look forward to next times. Too many people had ghosted through her life, even here. This saddened her. Then there was the issue that he was a Daeva. This fact scared her a bit. After what she had been through in her past it was really hard to trust anyone from this clan. But she was determined not to make Richard pay for what others did to her.

She smiled sweetly at him with a touch of mischief tugging at the corners of her lips. Damn he looked good. "Can I get you a drink or anything?"

[SoraLow]

Richard follows her to her office and like before makes a point to get a good view of the room. She had organized a very comfortable setup for herself with modest decor that added to the calming feeling that he felt as he took his seat. He scans the bookshelves and file cabinets with his eyes. She must keep pretty busy he thinks, he wonders if she ever finds herself hosting the funeral of some Vampires dinner date gone too far.

Damn right I wanna drink he thinks crudely while imagining his fangs inch deep in her.

Ha! You've got that backwards as fuck his beast reminds him. He tries to ignore how much he both feared and welcomed both outcomes. Putting those thoughts aside he focuses on why he is really here, was to get to know Emma better.

"Sure, wudya have?"

[Emma French]

Emma wonders briefly how his rich chocolaty skin would taste, so soft so smooth. Her tongue running down his strong neck, her hands running up his chest, her fangs sliding into him. MMMMM. Her fangs stirred in her mouth. She snapped her attention back to his answer, "Beer, wine, lemonaid, tea, ice tea, type A energy punch."

[SoraLow]

Richard opts for the beer while thinking about what to say next. This evening was outside the realm of his typical encounters with women. For the most part the romantic aspects of his life were limited to the nightly grind in pursuit of blood. This was much different. She wasn't just some dame that he could freely strike out with and move on to the next one until he got a bite. With her, he would have to be more mindful of his approach especially because of how easy it would be for her to turn on him if offended. Obviously Richard still has some guards up but is otherwise committed to getting closer with Emma.

Once Richard has the beer bottle in hand he holds it up slightly and salutes Emma, "Thank you for being so welcoming to me Emma, you are the first friend that I have made since I came to this city." He pauses to take a heavy swallow from the beer, "How long have you been here?"

- 1 Vit; consuming beer