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When the groceries were put away, Sebastian took a shower and popped a store-bought frozen pizza into the oven, which he would later eat for dinner. The entire night, however, he would find his thoughts wandering back to his meeting with Danielle. It was a short, awkward meeting. She had changed quite a bit. Her fiery mess of hair seemed more contained and well-kept now, and she truly was quite a beautiful woman. She seemed like she was doing well, too, perfectly fine without him. Quite frankly, seeing her made Sebastian awful lonely. But he was happy for her.

Sebastian's day off was quite lonely and boring, as was often the case. His friends were night owls and partiers, and while Sebastian enjoyed causing a ruckus at their favorite bars, he found his job more important and didn't hang out with them as often as he used to. Especially when all they wanted to do was stay awake all night, but that meant that during the day, there wasn't much for him to do. He busied himself with some household chores, played with his dog, and attempted to make contact with Eliza, a girl he found frequently sharing his bed with. Eliza meant nothing to him emotionally, and he was certain she felt the same. They would hit each other up occasionally for a fuck, but they'd leave each other soon after. It made Sebastian feel less lonely, at least for a few hours while she was around so he figured why not. Eliza didn't answer for a while, but around late morning she finally did and asked to come over. Of course, Sebastian immediately told her she could, and he would spend the rest of the early afternoon with her.

Eliza had to leave to head off for work, so after they slept together, she almost promptly was heading out the door again, dressed and ready to continue with her day. Sebastian was standing in the hallway that leads to the front door, watching Eliza go. When she opened the door, both were surprised to see Danielle standing in front of the door as if she were about to knock.

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The door opening right in front of her caused her a bit of alarm, mostly because she had talked herself into really knocking by the time her hand was up. In reality she had been standing outside the door for a moment or two trying to decide if it was really a good idea to have come. After years of not talking to each other, and then the awkward silence of last night, she had put it in her head that maybe they just didn't have anything of common ground to really talk about. If we were to give him this meal, she didn't want to continue having small talk and make things more awkward for them again.

The woman that was coming out of the apartment didn't pay any mind to Danielle, instead she just waved goodbye to Sebastian and headed on her way after Danielle had excused herself and stepped to the side so she could walk by. Not a very friendly introduction, but Danielle put that out of her mind and looked back at Sebastian who was still standing in the hallway.

"I'm sorry for just dropping in like this," she started, a little nervous laugh escaping her lips. After she had finished cooking, she opted for her usual style instead. Her fiery red hair was in soft beach curls that cascaded down her back, a toned down yellow pencil skirt with a white crop top, this time though she was wearing flats. The look was casual, very relaxed, yet held the classier side of her family. In her hands she had two large tote bags that had the glass containers of the food that was still nice and hot.

"In order to say thank you for helping me yesterday, I thought I could bring you some home cooked food. Stuff we used to eat as kids, minus the red crayons you liked to munch on," she laughed, remembering the day so vividly. It wasn't that he liked eating crayons, but she has dared him to eat one when they were hanging out one afternoon on the park. It had been a surprise when he had actually taken the crayon from her backpack and took a bite out of it.

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Seeing Danielle at his door was more surprising than finding her on the side of the road with her broken-down car. Sebastian never would have thought she would ever approach him willingly, especially not at his own home. They may have been friends once, but he had an awful reputation around town and did things he wasn't proud of, things would surely ruin her own reputation should they be seen together.

"That's okay," replied the man when Danielle apologized for dropping by. Really, he didn't mind. It wasn't the fact that someone randomly showed up at his house that was surprising, but it was the fact that it was Danielle who had randomly shown up to his house. Her comment about the crayons from years ago brought a smile and a small laugh to Sebastian. "The red crayons were always the best color to eat," he said jokingly. Sebastian could quite clearly remember that dare. He was quite the rambunctious child and he'd never back down from a dare, even one as gross and silly as eating a crayon. It tasted disgusting, but he remembered the laughs it caused for the both of them.

"But thank you. You didn't have to bring me anything. Do you want to come in?" Sebastian asked without really thinking. Was it a good idea to invite her in? He didn't want to soil her reputation with his own but he would love to reconnect with her or even just talk to her for a few minutes longer. They had been closer than peas in a pod when they were younger but now they were total strangers.

Sebastian's great big German Shepard mix, Ava, seemed to suddenly realize someone was at the door. She bounded into the hallway, but the man had trained his dog well, and she sat at his heels. Her tail was wagging so hard with excitement at a new human that she seemed to struggle to stay seated. He had adopted her from the local shelter almost as soon as he moved out and was on his own. The dog made living alone a little less lonely but she was no replacement for friends or human companionship.

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Without thinking twice about the matter, Danielle stepped inside and closed the door behind her with an elbow. As soon as she had turned back around she saw the big furry dog at Sebastian's side and she smiled. She'd never been allowed to have a pet of her own growing up. She'd spent months trying to convince her parents to let her have a puppy, but they never budged. Said that a dog would be too ''roudy'' for a girl to have. So, she'd always played with the pets of her other friends.

"What a beautiful dog," she commented, taking a cautious step forward to not scare his dog or cause any alarm. "Aren't you well trained, doggy." She mused with a tone much reserved for babies. "I'll just set these things down and I'll let you," she looked up at Sebastian, "if that's okay with you?"

From the quick scan of things, the place was definitely a dude's area of living. He wasn't dirty or anything, but he had a very minimalistic style to him. Nothing was really out of place.

Danielle took the items to the table and set them down. "I think I brought enough for a small army. At least you'll have enough to last you a few days. I hope you like it, I made it all myself, I'm not the best cook, but I promise you won't die."

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Ava seemed happy to get the attention of the new person, and Sebastian was glad his dog seemed to like Danielle. Ava wasn't the biggest fan of Eliza, but he didn't blame her. The woman didn't have the best personality, but of course, Sebastian wasn't interested in her for that. "Yeah, that's okay," he answered as he went over towards the table with her.

"That is a lot of food." There was some amusement in Sebastian's voice as he looked at the large amount of food he had been given. It would be enough to last him a while, that was for sure. "I'm sure your food is great. Anything you make has to be a thousand times better than what I can make. It all looks like it's going to be great, thank you."

There was a moment of hesitation before the dark-haired man spoke up again. "Do you want to help me eat some of it?" He wasn't sure if inviting her to stay for dinner was going to make things more awkward or not. He wanted her to stay so they could talk and try to catch up a little, but he didn't want her to feel pressured to piece their friendship back together, even a little. Surely, if her parents caught her with him, they'd have Sebastian's head. And he didn't know if she shared the same bad views of him as her parents or not.

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There was a deep feeling of excitement in the pit of her stomach when Sebastian asked her to stay for dinner. Like a school girl getting asked by her crush to go to the dance with her. Her heart was even a flutter, and she found herself nodded. "I'd love to," she smiled, her cheeks filling with color. A little embarrassed, she busied herself with taking the dishes out of the tote bags and set them on the small table.

"If you show me where the plates are I can set the table," she opened the lids to the containers, letting out the wonderful aromas of the food inside. "If I had known you had a dog, I would have brought her something, too." Danielle crouched down onto her knees and motioned for his dog to come over. "I can pet you now that I don't have my hands full, come on," she cooed. " A German shepherd suit you, Sebastianastopol. After all this time, my parents never let me have a dog."

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Danielle's smile and her agreement to stay for dinner brought a little smile back onto Sebastian's face. He felt relieved that she didn't decline and turn everything back into awkwardness but he also felt a little nervous. What if they had grown so far apart there was no hope to piece their friendship together? What if it turned out they were so opposite that they could never make a friendship work now? Or perhaps she would leave here hating him. All he could do was hope for the best.

"I'll set the table since you brought the food, no worries." As Danielle knelt down to pet Ava, Sebastian moved towards the cabinet where he kept the dishes, grabbing enough for the both of them and setting them on the table before grabbing their silverware from a drawer by the sink.

"That's Ava," said the man as he watched his dog and Danielle. The dog happily rolled onto her back, exposing her fluffy tummy for rubs and trying to lick Danielle's hands at the same time. Some people feared the dog because of her large size and loud bark, but she was a pushover and wouldn't hurt a fly. It was nice to see that the woman was happy to see the dog instead of fearful. Eliza seemed to fear Ava and Ava seemed perfectly content ignoring the other woman when she was around.

"I remember you always telling me how much you wanted a puppy when we were kids. Your parents never really seemed like animal people, though." Sebastian never really liked her parents, even when they were little kids, but he wasn't going to bad-talk them to her. "All of this food looks really good, Danielle."

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Obviously Danielle was very comfortable with petting Ava, even let Ava lick her on the cheek before she finally stood up and smoothed out her skirt. A content sigh escaped her lips before she was looking back at Sebastian. He really had become a handsome man. Her mom had commented once or twice what a lanky teenager he was a lanky teenager, but Danielle never thought so. He probably didn't notice, but she always noted him from afar. They might have grown apart after elementary school, but she always kept an eye on him until she wasn't able to after they graduated high school. After that she only knew of the rumors.

Anyway, from what Danielle could see, he had filled out quite nicely now. His arms looked strong, his shoulders were broad, and he definitely had some tone. She could see why the girls of the town were so eager to have his attention. The whole bad boy persona was what women chased after. It made her wonder if that woman that had just been here was someone like that? His hair was all disheveled, but that could easily be because he just woke up. In the evening. Right?

"I hope it tastes as good as it looks," Danielle laughed and took a seat across from Sebastian so she could see him properly. "My parents... I doubt you want to talk about them. They pretty much haven't changed since we were kids. They're still every bit as judgmental as they were back then. Hypocrites if you ask me. They are church people and they act the way they do."

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Sebastian sat himself down at the table, ready to eat. He ate breakfast but he had skipped lunch with Eliza so he was awfully hungry. And all this food looked and smelled delicious. "I'm sure that it's going to taste fine, don't worry." He offered a smile in hopes to reassure her. If it smelled this good, there was almost no way it could taste bad, he was sure.

"Your parents and I never really got along, even when I was a kid." Sebastian started to scoop some food out of the containers and onto his plate as they spoke. "I think they saw my dad and expected me to be some drunkard just like him." He wasn't a drunk, no, but he certainly wasn't a good man. Despite that, he fell right into what the town had expected him to be.

"Do you remember my brother?" Carter was younger than Sebastian by several years, so he would have been just a small child when Danielle was still around. "He just graduated college and he's a teacher too, now. He teaches art. But I remember your parents always thought he was going to be like my dad, too, but he's actually pretty much the opposite of me. I think your parents would have been surprised at him."

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"Is he really?!" Danielle asked clearly very surprised by the news. Not because she expected him to be a drunkard like everyone else, but because she didn't know anyone else that had the same passion for teaching as she did. One couldn't really be an art teacher if you didn't have any passion. Out of everyone in their class, she was the only one that actually went ahead and became a teacher, a lot of the others didn't want to be held back and end up in the same school they despised. Not her though, she loves her job teaching the second graders, and she wouldn't change it for the world.

"That's so great! I would love to be able to talk to him at some point, I don't have many teacher friends. The ones at the school sort of don't like me much," she explained with a little shrug of her shoulder. She had come to know that the other teachers were a little threatened by her. A young new teacher being the talk of the town, a pretty one at that, and the others seemed to have knives sharpened for you.

"There's actually two little ones in my class that remind me of us as kids. The only boy and girl best friends. You know how the other boys are, still thinking the girls have cooties."

Danielle served some food for herself, a bit more than the plate on Sebastian's. One wouldn't see it, but she did love food. "I would have brought some wine if I had known you were going to invite me to stay. I'm sorry, so you drink?"

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"Yeah," he answered her question with a small smile, happy to see that she seemed happy for his brother too. "He lives a couple of hours away now. He's doing really well, actually. Next time he comes in to visit, maybe you can see him and you guys can talk about teacher-y things." Sebastian took a forkful of food and put it into his mouth. "This is really good, Danielle. You're a great cook."

"I'm still not convinced that some girls don't have cooties," he joked. "Hopefully they have a much easier time being friends than we did when they get older. It gets harder to make friends when you're older, too." Sebastian didn't know anything about the new groups of kids. Every now and then he would catch something from someone about a child playing an instrument, failing a class, getting a job, but none of that meant anything to him, who knew none of the names. He had a very small friend group and none of them currently had any kids.

When they were kids, Sebastian could remember how much Danielle would always eat. Together, they would devour entire pizzas, bags of chips, and other snacks. It seemed like, despite how much she was eating, she was still able to maintain a greatly attractive body. "I might have some. I don't drink a lot because of my dad, but I still do every now and then." He got up from his seat and pulled a full body of wine from a cabinet. Usually, he avoided drinking at home, but it was nice to get something to drink every now and then.

"This is all I have so I hope you like red wine." He placed the bottle on the table and retrieved two wine glasses, the only two he owned, and poured a little in each cup before handing one over.

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Oh she did keep putting her foot in her mouth didn't she? Their conversation was going swimmingly and she had completely forgotten about his father being a drunk. Still, at least this showed her a bit of what kind of man Sebastian had become. He didn't want to become his father so he didn't drink, whereas his father was surely drinking all the time. It was sad really, even she enjoyed a glass of wine every now and then, it must be torture to know that every sip Sebastian took probably made him think of his Dad. It was too late for her to say anything though, he had already opened the bottle and poured her a glass.

"I'm sorry, Sebastian. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable about it, I just tend to say things without thinking and myself an ass. I do appreciate the glass though, I love red wines." She lifted the glass to her lips and took a sip. The wine warmed her belly. "Mmm, that's delicious. Thank you, Sebastian. I'm sorry to hear about the cooties though, I'm sure I'm not leaving this place without leaving them everywhere."

"So is Carter married? He is younger than I am, I imagine being out of town now give you more opportunity to meet women. Not that I have an interest in women, or against women that love woman... that is---" Danielle stopped her blabbing and just took another drink from her class. God she felt so awkward and nervous. She was a teacher, used to talking in front of kids all day and she was less awkward then than she was now.

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"No, that's okay. I'm not uncomfortable with it. I've lived my entire life with a drunk dad so I'm used to it." He placed the bottle on the table so they could help themselves to more if they wanted, then sat in his seat. After a sip of the red wine, he was back to digging into the wonderfully tasty food. Her comment about leaving cooties everywhere brought an amused smile to his face.

"Not yet. He's engaged to the guy that he's been dating since high school, though. I think they're going to get married next summer." The way she seemed to babble on just oozed awkwardness, which he could feel from across the table. He didn't blame her, though. He, too, felt awkward and afraid of making a fool of himself and ruining their dinner. The way she seemed was when she was embarrassed like this was kind of adorable, though. But he tried to shoo that thought out of his mind. He shouldn't allow himself to find her attractive like this, right?

"No, no, I understand what you mean," he replied in an attempt to ease her, but he wasn't sure if it would or not. After taking a sip from the wine glass, Sebastian decided to attempt to change the topic and erase the awkwardness between them. "The food is really good. Thank you for bringing it, and thank you for staying to eat it with me. It's been really nice to talk with you again."

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Luckily for them, the rest of the evening had gone smoother than the beginning. Once Danielle had finished her glass of wine she was a little more relaxed and comfortable, and continued the conversation about Sebastian's brother and his upcoming marriage, her teaching, and even talked about some of their classmates from back when they were in elementary. Danielle even made sure to ask Sebastian about Ava. Like if she's ever had puppies, how she was rescued and everything that went with it.

"I'm not kidding! Stella moved about 2 towns over and she now has 4 children. Unfortunately her husband isn't around anymore, but she's managed to make money by being one of those webcam girls," exclaimed Danielle bewildered that Stella had gone through so much, and all for her children. "Power to her for being able to provide for her kids thought. Maybe you've seen her, Sebastian, " she said with a mischievous grin and a raise of her glass to finish the last little bit of wine that collected near the bottom.

Ava came over and placed her head on Danielle's lap again for some scratches. "I hope you don't watch in front of Ava, Sebastian. She's an innocent soul. Aren't you Ava? " Cooed Danielle, nuzzling her nose against Ava's soft head.


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"Yes, eat." Why was he sitting on the floor? She'd left the couch perfectly vacant to where he could sit or even stretch out if he desired, so why was he sitting on the floor with her? She wanted to question him, wanted to know, but instead sat there in silence sneaking glances at him in between bites. What a strange human.

"Yes, hair." She spoke in English this time and finished the last of her food, setting the bowl on the table just as he asked yet another question. Her eyes went from him to her tail and then back again, her pupils thinning out as she stared suspiciously at him. He wanted to learn even more of her language now, or at least the different words for body parts.

"Liat." She let it sway back and forth behind her for a moment before it curled around her leg, her eyes still focused on him as she switched back to English. "No, cannot touch like hair." She seemed satisfied with establishing that, huffing quietly before settling her chin on her knees and halfheartedly watching the television. "Why you care for my words?"

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Fey's suspicious stare almost made him gulp, but Jonathan sat in silence until she said the word for tail. Or at least, he hope it was the word for tail. She could be speaking jibberish for all he knew, but he was hoping he could trust her. "Liat" he mimicked, still hoping that he sounded alright to her. These were strange words to learn at the beginning, he knew. Usually hellos and goodbyes came first, and then some minor pleasantries. Like names. He glanced at his guest for a moment before, turning away. It didn't take a genius to know that her name wasn't really Fey. Especially now that he knew her language sounded nothing like English. Clearly it had been given to her by someone, and judging by the way she hadn't corrected him when he called her that, she preferred keeping her real name a secret.

That was alright he supposed. Maybe in the future if she became more comfortable she would tell him. He blinked out of his thoughts as he heard her speak, telling him that he couldn't touch her tail like her hair. He smiled at her sheepishly, hoping that it conveyed how sorry he was about earlier. Part of him really hoped that she forgave him. He wanted to touch her hair again... glancing at her tail though, it proved to be equally impressive. It functioned as an extra appendage, and upon closer examination it looked like the point of it might be sharp enough to cut him with. Like a weapon and an arm all rolled into one. Damn, demons were cool, he decided as she continued talking to him. It also meant that she had chosen not to hurt him earlier, which he was happy about.

Why did he want to learn her language? He wasn't really sure to be honest. It just seemed like the right thing to do, since she was putting forth all the effort to learn English, maybe this was a way to meet in the middle. "I don't really know..." he began. "It seems cool, and maybe it'll help us talk to each other and understand each other a bit more? Beside, it's only fair if you have to learn my language." He answered with a kind smile. A thought popped into his head. "Enic... liat?" He asked more then said. Grinning proudly he looked at her "Is that right?"

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"Your language weird." Fey wrinkled her nose but left it at that, more concerned with how he was attempting not to butcher her language. It wasn't that he was doing a terrible job, but more so that human mouths were not meant to speak the language of demons. Still, he tried, and had she not been so spooked by the entire situation she might have found it endearing.

"What?" Her head snapped to the side in surprise at his unsure words, her head tilting and her tail tightening up self-consciously. "Tail could hurt, you think it is nice?" Clearly he didn't know the damage she could do with it if he was saying that! The hair, at least, she understood as something that humans were fond of for many different reasons, but the tail was an entirely different story. "Yes, you say right, but is just tail. You do not think is like animal?"

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Jonathan chuckled as Fey called English weird. "Yeah I suppose it is. I don't know if you know, but it's kind of a mixture of a bunch of other humans languages. Though I suppose all foreign languages sound weird when you hear them." She looked concerned though, with the demonic he had tried to say earlier. As she explained why though it became clear that it was the content of his statement that she didn't like. So his pronunciation was right, she just didn't agree with the idea that her tail was ''nice''. Although she did confirm that it could hurt him, which made it clear that she had chosen not to when she had flicked him with it earlier.

"I mean, it's still nice?" He said. "And I know it's not like an animal or something." He assured her. "I just mean it's cool you know? I've never had a tail, and it's pretty neat you can control it and stuff." He said nodding and smiling, eyes watching as her fifth limb coiled up. "And I'm glad you didn't hurt me with it earlier." He said with a chuckle. His eyes watched her tail intently, small smile visible. "You're pretty dangerous for a little demon, huh?" He asked teasingly. "You wouldn't tail slash me if I get to close right?" Damn, what was he doing? If she had been a normal girl he would almost say that he was flirting... but he definitely wasn't right? He meant, it wasn't like she was a normal girl after all and she probably wouldn't understand the teasing anyway. God, he really hoped not.

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"Dangerous, yes." She seemed to preen at what she took at a compliment, her entire demeanor perking up as she snapped her tail behind her back and grinned. "No touch, and I will not hurt. You touch," She shrugged and held her hands up without finishing the sentence. The insinuation was clear despite her lack of words as she straightened out, ignoring the television in favor of proving her point. If he realized she was dangerous, then that was a way to protect herself from any unwanted advances, although so far he had been relatively respectful minus some fumbles.

She would have been far more dangerous at her full strength, and much more without the charm that was keeping her stuck in this world. Would she ever be free to go home to her own world, or would she be stuck there indefinitely as he decided whether or not her company was worth keeping around? She was just a pet, wasn't she? The thought was mildly depressing and made her sigh before rubbing at her eyes, looking around the room for her new blanket before retrieving it and sitting back down on the couch. Much better.

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Jonathan had to try very hard to stifle a laugh as Fey seemed so touched, or rather empowered, but what apparently seemed like a compliment to her. It became even more difficult as she began to threaten him, posing in a pleased manner with her tail behind her back now. Only a few hours earlier he probably would have taken the threat seriously, maybe even preemptively promised her that he wouldn't touch her, but now he was feeling much more at ease around her. She still have off major cat vibes, but Jonathan was starting to think that they were growing on each other. Maybe not friends per se, but he was thinking it was less likely that she would enjoy sticking him with a pitchfork for all eternity if given the chance.

He smiled at her though, as she moved to sit down on the couch again. That was good, it was her space and she should enjoy it. He made no move to join her, but couldn't resist throwing another friendly barb her way. "You may be dangerous, but I don't think you'd hurt me Fey." He say digging back into his food, perhaps a bit too smugly. "You're too nice for that." He said, pleased that he could work the word in, and even more so when he saw her grabbing the new blanket he had given to her. Curled up in it, watching TV from the couch, it almost looked like Fey belonged in the human world, red skin and all.

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Too nice? Fey was more shocked at the insinuation than the fact that he'd used the word she'd taught him. He thought she was too nice to hurt him? It wasn't a matter of nice or not, it was a matter of whether or not hurting him was necessary! If he threatened her or tried to harm her then she would have no problem hurting him, so why would he say that? Either he was incredibly cocky or he was teasing her, and for a long moment she wasn't sure which seemed the more logical answer.

"Not nice. Very scary when," The yawn that interrupted her sentence was none too convincing, and she looked mildly appalled by the action before continuing, "When strong. Very scary then, can do many things."

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Jonathan couldn't help but to chuckle as Fey yawned in the middle of her threat. Yep, definitely a cat. "Yes, very scary" he assured, as he smiled softly at her. Maybe it wasn't appropriate, since she did look skinner and more haggard than she probably would if she had been properly fed, but it really was cute like a startled cat hissing ay you. "Do you do lots of dangerous stuff when you're at home?" He asked, skootching a bit closer to her as he waited to hear her response. He was sure she must have traveled to some interesting places in her life, even just hearing about where she came from would be cool.

"Tell me a story about your home?" He asked curiously. Maybe it would make her feel a little bit better to talk about home now anyways. "Something about some cool places humans have never been to before." He looked his eyes with hers, gentle smile still in place. "Please?" he asked softly before his eyes widened with a new idea. "How do you say please?"

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"Dangerous, yes." By human standards, half or more of her world would be considered dangerous just to live in. They had animals that humans would run screaming from, foods that would probably poison a mortal, and the terrain would be hard for a human to survive in for any length of time. Was it even possible a human could survive there at all?

"Why you beg?" She scoffed slightly at the word before remembering that it wasn't always a way to plead, sometimes it was simply a way to be polite. Her experience with the word was none too favorable, and after several moments of silence and her eyes narrowing, she sighed and answered him. Why not, at this point? What was the worst that could happen because she taught him another word? "Esaelp."

If she found herself on his good side after a time, would using that word result in her being able to go home? If she truly thought it would send her home, would give her back her freedom, she would have shredded her pride for a chance to return there. A world he now wanted her to speak of, and she had absolutely no idea where to start. Her world was large, but considered rather primitive by human standards, yet they possessed magic that allowed them to live in a way that suited them just fine.

"Very big world." She spoke softly, hesitant at first to speak of the world she missed so much. "Many family, many places, homes." Why was English so difficult to structure properly? "Had just had big... um..." Now what was that word again? "Party? Big party for big hunt. Many places of demons join and hunt, then we have big feast to celebrate. Every year when animals come closer to land."

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Jonathan sat patiently as Fey explained her world to him. Despite himself, he couldn't help but to say the word she had said out loud though. It helped him commit it to memory, so hopefully she wasn't finding the practice too annoying. "Esaelp" he whispered softly. It was so cool learning about all of this stuff, learning a language that maybe a handful of people had ever heard. He'd almost consider himself lucky if it also wasn't a little scary. Her world was probably scary too he considered, but he was sure she felt the same way about his. It was weird a lot of the times, and there definitely were a lot of dangers you could find in it of you weren't careful.

He smiled as she continued to describe her home to him. She was having a little trouble, the language barrier was certainly still there, but he appreciated that she was willing to talk to him about it at all. He hoped that meant that she was trusting him a little bit more than she had when they'd first met. It was interesting to hear about as well, on top of just the trust involved in sharing. He was probably the first person ever to hear these kinds of things about demons. When she finished, he nodded appreciatively. "Thank you." He said softly, before once again a small smile crossed his lips. "How do you say thank you?"

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Now Jonathan was whispering under his breath, something Fey's sensitive hearing picked up all too easy. He was apparently very determined to hold onto bits of her language that she taught him, and it was strange that he was interested in that part of her more than anything else. Perhaps a bit relieving, but strange, nonetheless.

"Why you thank?" She narrowed her eyes again, tucking herself just a bit tighter into her blanket cocoon in what might have been a sign of her feeling self-conscious. This man was everything the other humans were not, and she was beginning to wonder if she was either in some strange form of limbo, or if she'd fallen into an injury induced coma and simply hadn't woken yet.

"Thank you is ''uoy knaht'', although I do not understand why you wish to know how to say nice things. You do not ask of things that would help you defend your life, unless you plan to beg. Why you thank me, when I only cause you trouble?"

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Jonathan was a bit surprised by Fey's reaction, even though he knew that things must have been different where she came from. "Uhh" he began, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "It's just nice to thank someone when they do something for you?" He offered. "And uh, I'm not sure how it where you're from, but around here you don't really have to plead or fight for our lives too much." He almost made a joke of it, but the way she was suggesting mad him a bit uncomfortable. Did people really need to be that aware of things back in her homeland? That was a bit scary to think about...

"Uoy knaht, by the way." He said softly afterwards. "I don't know why you think you're causing me trouble?" He started. "You've just been hanging out here and keeping me company, and it's been fun. Also, I know you don't have to tell me stories about where you're from but I'm glad you did." He smiled at her, liking their little interactions and really growing used to the company after several long years alone. Maybe having a roommate, or whatever she was, wouldn't be so bad after all. "So, if I begged you not to kill me, would it work?" He asked, his voice slightly teasing as he leaned his head back softly against the couch. It seemed like his and Fey's conversations always ended in interesting places.

"What sort of words should I learn then, if esaelp and you knaht aren't good?" He asked, ready to hear what the demoness had to say. He knew she might just ignore him, or refuse to teach more, but he was curious. Most foreign languages were taught by first learning little things like please and thank you, and if hers wasn't like them then he was eager to learn just what she might deem the most important. Perhaps threats or something, if she was thinking of stuff to save his life? It seemed a little odd and counterintuitive to him, but he'd be happy to learn it the correct way.

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"Not try to kill you unless you hurt me." Fey frowned at him, not realizing that he was teasing her as he settled in. The topics he broached were so random, it seemed! "Do not kill just to kill, am not like that." Despite the fact that many people seemed to think her kind sprang straight from Hell and had intent to murder every human they came across, she wasn't nearly such a violent creature unless provoked.

"Do not think you see more demons to speak to." She rubbed at her eyes again and contemplated that. If there were any other demons he could speak to, that would mean she was among her own people, and perhaps they could free her and take her home with them. Her ears drooped slightly at the thought of finally going home, her tail curling in her lap inside the blanket as she submerged everything but her face from the nose up.

"Dneirf." She murmured out the word and then sighed. "Friend is good word to know."

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Jonathan nodded along as Fey spoke. It was more the fair after all. "That sounds good" he said with a smile. "I won't hurt you and you won't kill me." It seemed like an easy enough arrangement to maintain, and even though he was growing more at ease with the demoness in his house it was comforting to know that she wouldn't be doing anything frightening to him. "Most people are like that to. They won't try to hurt you just to hurt you." He assured, knowing that her experiences with humans had been mostly negative so far.

He frowned slightly though when she mentioned that there wouldn't be other demons for him to talk to. He meant sure, it limited who would understand him when he spoke in it quite a bit, but that wasn't really the point. "That's alright" he stared, turning to look her in the eyes. "I'll have you to talk to in it, and you'll have me. And that's plenty good I think." He smiled at her, wondering if he should reach out and touch her in some comforting way before deciding against it. She probably still wasn't over the whole hair touching thing, and it seemed like she was not a big fan of touching without permission in general.

"Friends are good." He acknowledged, glad that she was still alright with teaching him a little bit more. "Dneirf", he said slowly, rolling it around his mouth to get a feel for it. It felt good, he was sure that it did in every language. He turned back to her, extending his arm out as if to shake hands, not entirely sure if she'd understand the gesture. "Are you my dneirf now?" He asked, curious as to what she might say, and to see whether or not she would take his hand.

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"No, friend is what you know and trust for long time. You are outlander---person who seems friendly, but from another place and you not know." She stared at his outstretched hand with a mixture of curiosity and confusion, pulling one of her arms out of the blanket to mirror the action. What was his gesture supposed to mean? She looked at his hand and flexed her own, tilting her head before reaching out and tapping at his hand.

"What do?" She poked at it again before pulling her arm back and shoving it inside the blanket, eyeing him somewhat suspiciously and preparing herself for whatever might come. "Why you give hand?"

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Jonathan nodded as Fey explained what he was. That was fair enough, they had hardly known each other long enough to really be friends and keeping her negative recent encounters with humans in mind he was glad that she at least acknowledged his friendliness. There seemed to be some limit to that though as she cautiously prodded at his hand as if she were concerned he might strike at her or something. She then asked him about it, what he meant and why he did that. The question was more than fair, and considering all of the quandaries he had raised it was only right that he answer that for her.

"It's something that humans do" he began, thinking about how to best describe it. "Shaking hands, it symbolizes trust and some other things." He said unsure of exactly what to say. It was more a thought than a deed really. "Maybe I'll show it to you when I'm your friend instead of an outlander." He said with a soft smile, slowly becoming aware of just how late it was getting when he yawned. Man, time really flew when you were having interesting conversations with equally interesting people.

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"You want be friend? Maybe." She wouldn't be so impolite as to brush him off entirely, but the thought of being friends with a human was a bit daunting. Even her earlier experiences in their world many years ago had never left her with an entirely good feeling, and she had never attempted to become friends with one of the short-lived creatures. Even if the experiences back then hadn't necessarily been bad, they hadn't been good enough to merit the consideration until now.

"You tired. Should sleep." When he yawned it only made her more tired, and she realized that despite not doing all that much in the way of physical activity, she was still thoroughly drained from everything she'd been through. The blood he'd given her had helped her to come back from death's door, but it wasn't nearly enough to have her on the proper road to recover. A dilemma that could be solved after some sleep, since she had absolutely no idea how to address that without the possibility of insulting him or frightening him. Neither of those would provide good outcomes, so she would need to navigate the situation very carefully.

"Thank you for blanket."

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Jonathan couldn't help but to smile at Fey's "maybe". It was a start after all, and he would probably the first person to ever be friends with a demon which would be pretty cool. A bucket list item that he hadn't even been aware of before. He blinked though when she said that he was tired. Was he? He hadn't even noticed but now that she had mentioned it, he could feel a second yawn coming on. Damn, what time was it? As he clicked the remote button to check his eyes widened to reveal that it was getting close to eleven. He was shocked, where had the time gone? And why was he so tired? he'd hardly done anything but hangout with Fey all day. It wasn't like shopping usually got him this beat.

Whatever the reason was though, he was forced to agree. He was tired and judging by her body language the demoness was too. He suddenly felt a little guilty, realizing that he had stayed quite late in what was essentially her room. He cleared his throat before standing. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Time for bed. We can continue our language lesson in the morning." He teased, though he was sure that was the joke was more at his expense then hers. "I'll get out of your hair until then." He said with a smile, his eyes not being able to help but to wonder to her pretty black hair for the final time.

"Oh, don't worry about the blanket" he assured. "I'm just glad that you enjoyed it." He said stretching slightly before beginning the trek to his room. He paused about halfway though, before turning back to her. "Do you want me to tuck you in again?" He asked sincerely. He didn't know why, but he had found that he enjoyed doing it the previous night and if she was for it, he wouldn't mind doing it again now.

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"Out of hair?" She gave him a confused look and plucked at a piece of her hair as he got up. "Yes, enjoy." He was halfway down the hall before he stopped and turned back, and Fey looked at him curiously. That was a strange thing to stop and ask when he was already halfway to his room, wasn't it? It was an interesting question though, did she want him to tuck her in again? She was cozied up well enough in the blanket, but there wasn't any harm in being cozier, was there?

"Can tuck in." She stretched out on the couch and got comfortable, eyeballing him with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. "But no touching hair."

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Jonathan chuckled lightly at her condition. Was it really so weird that he liked her hair? Especially to the point that she felt the need to bring it up now? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, but regardless he didn't see any harm in assuring her. "No hair touching, got it." He said as he paced back over to the couch. He knelt down in front of her with a soft smile as his hands slowly came up so she could watch how he moved. Once more he gently tucked the soft fabric around the demonesses small body in a way he hoped was comforting. He nodded at her as he stood again, making his way to the light switch. "Hope that's alright. I'll see you in the morning Fey."

The light shut off in the living room as he opened the door to his bedroom. As he closed the door behind him, she could hear him softly calling to her. "Goodnight friend " he said as he disappeared for the night. He crawled into bed, far more tired then he could recall being these past few months. He fell asleep with a smile on his face, wondering if it was fair that he was always the one doing the tucking in. Indeed, perhaps next time he'd ask her to return the favor. Bizarre dreams followed, about far off and strange lands, and an equally strange girl with long black hair leading the way.


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Human. No, vampire. Keres head turned but she made no move to stand or flee from the body, her fingers playing absently with the vicious wound that still trickled blood after the initial spray. She had no reason to flee from the shadows or fear a vampire, nor was she ready to leave her kill so soon when she could still feel the thrill from his death. At least the vampire wasn't speaking as quickly as many of the humans did, their language had changed and progressed so much over her absence that she was having difficulty learning the current tongue.

Mark. Explain. Unnecessary complications. She understood parts of what he was saying, staring at him warily before blinking and lifting one hand to lick the blood from her fingertips. Or claws, rather, since she'd apparently neglected to put them away before sticking her fingers in her mouth. The cut on her tongue said as much, the taste of the dead man's blood mingling with her own as she let out a content purr before pushing to her feet.

"Too slow." She laughed, licking the blood from her lips and rubbing her hand over her face, which only resulted in smearing all of the blood there into an even bigger mess across pale skin. "My kill. You find other." Her English was broken, halting, but she was sure that the point had been made sufficiently enough for him to understand. After all, it wasn't like the modern world had people walking around speaking Greek or any of the other old languages, other immortal creatures or not. "Too slow, vampire."

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Garrison sighed softly looking over the body, well that was one way to get rid of him for sure, but one that would make the targets he was after much more scared to stick their head out in the open. That was the main thing on his mind, did she know how much harder he made his life for doing what she did, but no matter. He was much more interested in who exactly she was. She wasn't a vampire that was for sure, or one who seemed all to aware of the time she was in right now. "Ahh, well not mine in the way you think. I don't need his blood. I haven't had the need to feed for many many years now. What I mean is... I was supposed to kill him. Contract on his head, but no matter what is done is done."

He sighed softly going over to take a tuft of the man's hair. While he didn't know what or who she was, he knew not to be afraid... she was in a almost primal in her looks, in her mannerisms... ancient maybe? Some sort of immortal that was for sure, but for his mind, bringing her in might be something that would work well for the coven. Which in turn would work well for Garrison in the coven politics. "Who are you? You're not from this time that's for sure... you should've picked somewhere a bit more quiet if you wanted a kill... the cops will probably be here in a few. So here's what I'm offering. You come with me to my safe house and I'll put you in contact with my coven... We need all the killers we can get."

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"Contract head." Was he saying the man had a bounty on his head? People still did that, Keres knew that much, but she hadn't expected that the man she had chosen to kill would have been wanted to that extreme. No matter, she wasn't particularly picky about who she killed so long as she got what she sought from the interaction, and she had definitely gotten what she wanted, although she was nowhere near sated.

When the vampire approached and even touched the corpse she cocked her head, watching him carefully but making no immediate move to attack him or even stop him. The man was dead, she'd gotten what she needed from him, what did she care if the vampire touched him or even took the corpse away?

"Do not care about quiet. Not care about cops." Although she had learned those were people she needed to avoid when covered in blood, she wasn't especially concerned with them either. If all else failed, she could call out for her sister to pull her through the Aether again, if she hadn't regained enough strength to make the travel herself yet.

"I kill for me. Not you." She frowned, kicking at the body on the ground and scoffing. "No slave to vampire."

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Well, at least he tried to reach out an olive branch to her, but if she wasn't going to come with him, well, that was her prerogative. She was lost in the world that she was in right now, and didn't speak the language well, so if she wanted to stay here and suffer, she could be his guest to do so. He sighed, stretching himself as he began to turn away from her, he had everything he needed from here now. "Well, if that's your choice. I won't stop you, but this world is not the one you knew before."

He sighed, knowing that her surviving and thriving in this world just by herself was highly unlikely. He was old, he had seen the rise and fall of empires, the world change with wars, and weapons that scarred the world. Humans, while appearing weak, were incredibly dangerous and not to be trifled with in the way that immortals did in the past. That time was over, and instead of humans worshipping and revering them as gods, they hunted them down, leaving the immortals in hiding. "The least I can offer is somewhere you can lay your head. You don't want to be out here when the cops and the hunters come. You may be strong, but unless you want to live a life where you can never close your eyes, then I suggest getting out of the street and learning the language and the culture of this new world that you find yourself in. No slavery. I don't even need to bite you."

He laughed softly, looking down the alley as he could see some people walking by, they hadn't stopped to look at the body just yet, but he knew it was coming. They couldn't stay here forever and knew as the investigations started, it would be clear that the hunters would get involved with the situation. He didn't want his hands on this at all, didn't want to have hunters forcing him into hiding again for a hundred years. "So for just tonight. Come with me. If you want to leave, then leave at any time."

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"Hunters?" Hunters of what, exactly? They were in a world where many species dwelled and shared the land, so that wasn't exactly a proper explanation. Not to mention the language barrier as Keres tried to parse out what he was saying. His reassurance he wouldn't need to bite her forced a bark of laughter from her. Clearly he had no idea who she was, because the thought of any deity allowing a vampire to drink of their blood was laughable at best. Ares, perhaps, to bring loyalty and instill more bloodshed in the world, but even that was debatable and he was a very, very bloodthirsty god.

"Tonight." She was covered in blood, after all, and there was the matter of getting herself some other clothing. Where had she left the other clothing she'd been sent down in? Hotels were confusing and too many of them looked similar, the fact that her family had expected her to remember how to return to where she temporarily dwelled was asinine.

"Tonight. No biting." Well, not from him anyway. Whether or not her fangs or claws ended up in someone else was another matter entirely. "Must rid of blood. Humans always scream and make much noise when see covered in blood."

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Well now at least he was going somewhere with this, though he still wasn't entirely sure on who are what he was taking to his safehouse. It was more insurance for him to know that he wasn't going to have the hunters on his ass all the time. She could clean up, and if she wanted to she could be out of his hair by the morning. He still wanted to bring her to the coven, seeing as that would give him advantage inside the coven. Maybe get some jobs closer to where he wanted to be, he never did like the cold.

Garrison remembered the warm beaches of his childhood, seeing the hoplites that were loading up onto the ships ready for war. The sea are, Greece, it was a beautiful place, and the true cultural capital of the world back then... But that was many many years ago now, it wasn't the time nor place to think about that. All that crumbled to dust more than a millennia ago now, so it was time to focus on the present day and what he could change about it.

He pulled out his phone, and quickly sent a text for a car to be brought over to the location. He had many contacts throughout the city now, so having access to cars and weapons, along with safehouses were never a problem for Garrison to acquire. Soon a black SUV pulled in front of the alley, totally nondescript, and as he stepped into the car, he turned back to her offering a seat in the car. A glass divider providing secrecy between the driver and the passengers. "I'll give you the rundown of the city, and some norms of the current day."

Garrison paused for a moment to give him some time to think about what to say now. First thought was to the hunters and the rapidly changing times they were in. "So, hunters, not my favorite topic in the world. The specialize in hunting people like us... They're order must be a 1000 years old now, and in that time they've only grown stronger along with humanity. No matter how powerful you are, they'll send more of their agents after you. Either until you die, or no longer can afford to do what you need to do."

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Humans were obsessed with those little lighted devices these days. Keres still didn't quite grasp what they were aside from some form of communication, but it seemed that they could speak to one another using them without actually saying anything out loud! It was like a tiny box that transported written words to another being nowhere in sight, and she had quickly lost interest in trying to understand the nature of it. Whatever they were, they could be left to the humans, she held no interest in having one for herself. After all, she didn't need one of those tiny boxes to communicate with her family!

Whatever he did on the device, however, someone summoned one of those moving boxes they used to transport themselves around in. While it was a beneficial way to transport them without being exposed to the elements, she was wary of these things and stared at it suspiciously once it arrived. He expected her to get into that monstrosity? She huffed unhappily but followed him cautiously into the vehicle, watching the door shut before she settled in and inspected her blood coated nails. There seemed no immediate danger to need to keep her claws in the open, and she'd settled for having much more human like hands, albeit covered in blood like her clothing and face. None of that seemed to deter this strange vampire, nor the fact that it was now soaking into the seat of the vehicle they were sitting in.

"People like us?" She raised an eyebrow. While both of them were nothing human, that didn't make them the same, and she seemed offended by the very notion. "I kill them too. No mercy."

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"Non-humans... we aren't wanted in these times. So many have been hunted down over the last hundred years or so that some species have been wiped out. The rest are in hiding." Garrison paused for a second while thinking about the past, he had been hunted before. Seeing how brutal they were, vampires were hard to kill, but they would find a way for every vampire they could. Bastards, but they would get there soon enough. Each coven had its thoughts about how to deal with this threat. He looked out the window, knowing that he had many other things he had to think about what he was going to do with her, or even find out about her. "So, who are you? You are not from this time, only people I know who sleep that long are elder vampires, but I know most of them; yours is not a face I know."

He smiled softly at her seeing her wounded about it. He knew she wasn't a vampire, but he wasn't afraid of anyone. He had seen death come from all angles and had grown strong in the hundreds of years he had been alive. He wasn't going to be taken out on friendly grounds like this. Crossing his arms over, he looked forward and reached out a hand feeling the magic coming off her... She was something more, something more than some vampire... "If I had a guess... you are one of the elder gods, maybe? Hmm, that would make the most sense.."

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Of course Keres wasn't an elder vampire, and she smirked through the blood on her face and gave him a fanged grin in response. It was all too amusing when she was confused with a vampire simply because of her light skin and sharp teeth, and most of them paid for their impudence with their lives. If he thought she would simply give him her true identity before she knew anything about him, he had another thing coming.

A part of her wanted to tell him just to see his reaction, but the other part was still cautious and fond of the amusement their confusion brought. When he reached his hand out toward her, however, her smile faded and she bared her teeth at him, emitting a low growl and watching him much more closely than she had been a moment ago. What was his intent, putting his hand so close to her? Was he intent on losing it?

"Very old, yes." Keres was impressed with his guess, but not quite ready to give him a blunt answer. She wanted to see what else he could parse out, what he could guess and be correct on with more than just some good luck. After all, she knew nothing more about him than the fact that he was apparently a vampire that didn't need to drink blood. That alone made no sense, and that made him untrustworthy at the moment. "You like gods?"

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What an odd question that was, though she was likely curious about him as well. Garrison wasn't really sure how to answer that, and it wasn't like he was going to give much information about himself. He sighed softly to himself, looking out the window of the car as they were starting to get closer to the drop-off point. Knowing that he knew that he was certain to figure out who exactly she was just for his safety. "Like is a strong word for them... but respect... yes, I suppose you can say that."

He sighed softly after taking a moment to get his words out. He would never tell her about how he drank the blood of a god, and that was the reason he didn't need to feed anymore. That was centuries ago now in a ritual that was no longer done, more due to the lack of blood itself than anything else, but he was weary. What else that ritual had done to him, he would never know until it revealed itself. "You were resting... or you were hiding. If I had a guess, you went to sleep around 1200 years ago... your accent is old. Not something you heard these days at all.."

He sighed and stopped guessing for the moment, thinking about where he had last heard an accent like that... Maybe back when he first visited France, but even then, those memories were blurred... The curse of living long. You forget the good memories after a while, and the only thing that remains are the memories you want to forget. "Anyways... most of the life you knew... well, it's all changed, really."


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Rosalie Sawyer was 17 years old and she worked at her Uncle Edward's business, which was a magazine company. She was an assistant and did all of the usual assistant things. She answered phones, set up appointments on the computer, used the fax machine and the printer to take care of client's paperwork. All those kinds of things. At the moment, though, she was currently leaned over part of the printer as she fussed with it. The ink was out, and paper was jammed, which she was having trouble getting out of the printer and had been struggling with for the last 10 minutes.

She let out a few choice words under her breath and then sighed. She stepped back from the printer for a few minutes and ran her eyes over the blasted machine that was driving her crazy. She walked around it and continued to look at it, trying to find a new way to attack the problem. She was intelligent enough to figure it out, she just needed a little bit of time to do so. There was no need to call a specialist, she was pretty sure that she'd figure this out before her uncle came back from lunch. She looked at her watch.

He'd be gone for at least another half an hour, so that would hopefully be plenty enough time to figure out the problem and deal with it. The young woman smacked an annoyed fist against the machine and said, "Work, stupid thing!" She jumped a few moments later, when the machine started to make noise and paper flew out of it. "Thank God. I really didn't want to have to tell Uncle Edward the damn printer was jammed." She mumbled to herself and then bent down and picked up the pieces of paper that had dropped to the floor.

When that was done, Rosalie leaned back over the printer once more. She started to hum softly to herself as she checked it out and made sure no other paper was jammed, unaware that she wasn't alone and that the back of her dress had started to ride up just a bit, which showed off her black thong that matched her dress, black heels and purse. Eventually, she straightened back up, satisfied that there was no other paper jammed in the printer. She walked over to her desk, took out a new pack of ink, and spent a few moments as she put the new ink into the printer, and tossed the old pack into the trash.

When that was done, she closed the printer, then walked over to her desk and pulled up a blank document. She typed a few lines of random words for a few minutes, and then pressed print. This was so that she could make sure for sure the printer wasn't still jammed, and that she had put the new ink into the printer correctly. She smiled when the printer spit out a perfect replica of what she'd typed on her computer. "Good, got that fixed before it became a big thing."

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Edward Sawyer finished a phone call with a client and breathed in deeply. Sitting in his private office he rubbed his head as he processed what was discussed. It was a demanding client that wanted to put ads in his magazine, but was very particular about what went along with the ads. _The layout for his issue is going to be bitch,_ he thought as he got up to get his assistant to get the paperwork done for this client.

He ran a small weekly magazine, every Saturday the Newburg Weekly put out a edition, covering stories from Newburg as well as nearby towns, along side some national news. It was a mix bag of stories but he had developed it over the past 15 years and it had a respectful readership. Opening the door of his office, he was greeted by a magnificent view of a cute ass, in a black thong. Not making a sound, he watched as his assistant, in a black dress and heels, dealt with the printer, giving him an unobstructed view of her beautiful behind. _Those are some cheeks I would like to get my hands on!_ he thought as she finally pulled out the jammed paper and got the printer working.

As it was a small magazine, he only employed a few people, most of them were reporters, out there in the town working on their story. They would come in around 5 PM to check in with him, which meant he had the whole office to himself, usually. A few weeks ago, he had gotten a message from his niece looking for a job, and he had hired her as his assistant knowing that she as interested in working in journalism, thinking she could pick up a few things here at his place.

She was an eye candy alright, and he had seen her bend over a few times, stopping his thought process as the visuals took over. _Wonder if she is sexually active? She must be... I mean, hot damn!_ Breaking out of his reverie he saw that she had finished printing her document and decided to make his presence known. Sneaking up behind her, he spoke softly, "We don't bang printers here, Rosalie. That is not the correct way of fixing them... come to my office in a couple of minutes, you need to print a few more contracts", he said, acting stern but smiling pleasantly at her.

When she turned to greet him, he let his eyes get drawn by her plunging neckline, dreaming of what hid underneath, she was a sexy girl, and he knew that he would do anything to get his hands on her.

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Rosalie jumped in surprise when she heard his voice from behind her suddenly. "Uncle Edward! Man, you startled me!" She said and then turned around and faced him and nodded at his words. "Sorry, you're right. I shouldn't have hit the printer. My irritation got the best of me. It won't happen again." She promised him a few moments later. When he said that he had some more contracts for her to print out, she nodded and then followed him to his office a few moments later. She noticed that he was smiling at her, and she smiled back at him, glad that she hadn't upset him with her frustration.

"So, where are those contracts? I want to get them done ASAP so that no one's left waiting." She said easily to him a few moments later, and was happy to help. A few moments later, she scooped up the papers that he held out to her and said, "I'll return this info in a few minutes. I'll just type these up and then get them going from my computer. See you in a few minutes." She exited his office a few moments later and silently closed the door behind herself. Then, she walked over to her desk, sat down and began to type immediately. It wasn't long before she had typed up the contracts, checked for any spelling, punctuation, or grammar errors and found none.

Then, Rosalie began to print the contracts up a few moments later. Once that was done, she carefully took them out of the printer, went over all of them once more, and then carried them over to his office and knocked on the closed door. "Uncle Edward, I've got the contracts printed out for you." When he told her to enter his office, she opened the door, walked inside, and carefully placed the contracts down on his desk. She looked up after that and smiled as she looked at him. The building was empty except for the two of them, and no phones were currently ringing and no customers needed anything at this moment. So, she stood beside his desk and decided to talk to him for a few minutes.

"How was your lunch? Did you have a nice time? Try any new restaurants or food when you went out for lunch?" She asked him curiously. Her own lunch had been had at her desk, and was a chicken salad sandwich which was one of her favorite things. She'd also had a diet Mountain Dew, and a small diet brownie that helped curb her appetite. She hadn't always been thin, but ever since she'd become a teenager, she'd kept track of her weight. She exercised by running 5 miles in the morning before work every day. She also swam 100 laps in the pool that was in the backyard of the house she lived in with her parents. It was simple things that she did to keep her weight down, but it worked.

Rosalie limited what she ate, was running in the morning, and swimming at night. It also kept her busy, which was much needed as she was on her own a lot, when she wasn't at work. Keeping busy helped her to feel less lonely, as her parents were gone most of the time as they liked to travel a lot. She smiled and then said, "What do you need me to do next, Uncle Edward? I'm happy to help." She assured him a few moments later, and then fell silent and waited to see what he'd say.

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Edward returned to his room, sitting behind his desk waiting for Rosalie to finish up and come meet him. Moments later, she came around asking for the contracts, and he gave them to her, admiring her perky attitude and desire to get things done. "Here you go... yes, I think we should get them done today", he replied as he watched her leave, again admiring her ass and legs. The way her dress hugged her as she sashayed her way out. Being her uncle, he knew that he shouldn't be thinking about her this way, but boy was she a catch. After a few minutes she returned, with the contracts printed.

Rosalie was in a good mood, chatty and curious about him. He took the contracts and glanced over them, she had done them correctly, just the way he had taught her a few weeks ago. She was a smart girl, but he wondered if she was a freaky one too. The thong had given him ideas about her. "Well done Rosalie... my lunch was nice, went to an Italian place... tell you what, tomorrow let's go for lunch together", he said, patting the corner of his table indicating for her to take a seat there. He knew that given the size of her dress, it would get pulled up, and he would be exposed to more legs, and possible her thong.

Standing up and pacing around he asked her a few questions, "How are you? Your parents traveling again? Do you have a boyfriend?" These were just general questions, asked in a way to know her better, before he got an idea and turned around and looked her in the eye. "Rosalie... I have a special assignment for you... you don't have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable... but I need some to model some underwear for me. I know this is awkward, but, don't worry... I will be the one taking pictures... we need it to bag a client." He wondered if she would fall for this, it was a bit of a transparent attempt, but he decided to test the water, to see how his niece felt about him.

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Rosalie smiled happily when her Uncle complimented her. "Thank you, Uncle Edward. I'm glad your lunch was good, and yum, Italian sounds delicious. As for us having lunch tomorrow, that sounds nice. I'd love to. Thank you for asking me." When he patted the corner of his desk, she nodded and walked over to it, and took a few moments to sit down in a way that wouldn't cause her dress to ride up inappropriately. As she sat, she was unaware of the back side of her dress which rode up a little anyway, and showed off her thong and her ass a bit. She watched as he got up from his desk and then started to pace around the room as he spoke.

She was surprised when he began to ask her questions of his own. "I'm alright, just a little tired. School felt long today, and I had a bunch of exams on top of that." He asked about her parents and she sighed and nodded a few moments later. "Yeah, they're out of town for 2 weeks. Left last night to go on some cruise to celebrate the 12 or 15th anniversary of their first date or something. I don't know. They have too many anniversaries that they celebrate for me to keep up. They celebrate the first day they met, their first date, etc. It's just a lot to keep track of, so I don't. So, I'm on my own at the house and will be for the next 2 weeks."

"As for a boyfriend, no. I was seeing this guy for 3 months, but he kept pressuring me to sleep with him, and I finally punched him and broke up with him last week. So, single again. Yay, me!" She said the last part sarcastically. The sound of his voice turned serious and so she made sure to give him her full attention. Rosalie listened as he spoke about a special assignment for her. She was surprised by what he had to say. An assignment where she would model some underwear for him. Her first instinct was to decline, and tell him that it wasn't going to happen. To remind him just who the two of them were to each other.

But, there was no need for that, as he already seemed embarrassed enough as it was. "I... uh... we really need this account?" Rosalie asked, and wanted to be sure of it. This would be crossing a line, she knew. But it must have been really serious, if he was asking for her help like this. She thought about it for a little longer and then said hesitantly, "Just underwear, right? I'd still have a bra and shirt on and all of that?" She wanted to make sure she understood what he was asking of her. She fell silent a few moments later and continued to consider what he was saying. Of course, she wanted to help him with his client troubles.

Rosalie was just a little worried about how both of them would feel and/or react to the sight of her in a pair of underwear. It would be odd, weird, and awkward for both of them. She looked up and into his eyes, and she could see something there. Something that he probably didn't want her to see. He really wanted this to happen. Maybe even needed it to happen, so who was she to say no? After a few more moments of consideration, she nodded in agreement. "I'll do it, Uncle Edward. What all do you need me to do?" She asked him softly and then stopped speaking once more so he could fill her in on what she needed to do.

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Edward felt his cock twitch in his pants when Rosalie said she would do it, his arousal growing. It also helped to know that her parents were out of town, and she didn't have a boyfriend, though the fact that they had broken up after she refused sex was a bit of a surprise. Explaining about the assignment a bit more, he relaxed back into his chair eyeing the visible thong and ass. "Well firstly... you will not have a shirt, you have to be in your bra and underwear... but I will make sure to not include your face in the final photos I send out."

He hoped that she felt this was a professional gig, and felt that being upfront now that she had okayed was the best way forward. Taking a deep breath and smiling warmly he said, "Also... I think you should call me Edward, calling me Uncle in a professional setting is a bit weird." Edward noticed the fact that she thought she was helping him out, and took advantage of it, sliding a compliment in the middle. "It was a last moment request from the client... and normally I would have gotten a model... but this time I couldn't. I had to ask you, being the hottest girl around."

Changing the topic, he asked about her love life, putting the spotlight on her. "I am sorry you are single, Rosalie... I guess he wasn't the right guy. Sex should be done between two trusting adults... though I think you already know that."

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Rosalie nodded at his words, and though she was uncomfortable with the idea of being in just her bra and underwear, she didn't say anything, as she had already agreed to go along with it. "Okay, good. I'm glad that you won't include my face in the pictures. I wouldn't be comfortable with that." When he smiled at her a few moments later, she did the same and smiled back at him. "Okay... Edward..." She said to him a few moments later after he told her to do so, as she tested out how it felt to use just his first name and how it sounded as well. It would take some getting used to, that was for sure.

She nodded when he talked about it being a request for a client, though something seemed off to her about the request. She ignored the warning bells that it caused her to feel, though. She blushed when he complimented her a few moments later. "You don't need to say that. I'm sure that you work with beautiful models and reporters on a daily basis. You don't need to use flattery. I meant it when I agreed to do it." She assured him a few moments later. "And once I commit to something, for better or worse, I keep my word." She assured him as they continued to talk about this. She shrugged when the topic turned to her love life, or a lack of one to be more honest.

"It's okay. I'm better off without him. I don't need some stupid guy pressuring me into doing something that I'm just not ready to do right now. He didn't understand what the word no means, so I simply punched him where the sun don't shine and he finally wisened up and got the message." Rosalie nodded at his words. "I know, and I agree. And I don't trust him after he kept pressuring me. It was at the point where my ex was constantly trying to get me to pin down a date of when I'd be ready to have sex, and I couldn't do that. I don't know when it would be, and when I told him that, he wasn't very happy."

"Which led to him grabbing my arm, and my punching him when he tried to initiate it anyway, and got forceful. After I punched him, he screamed like a little girl, called me a few not so nice names and then left. It wasn't a big loss. If he couldn't respect my wishes, then he's not the kind of boyfriend that I want or need. I'm sure there are plenty of guys out in the world who would be respectful and treat me better. I just have to take the time and find them." She cleared her throat and then said, "Anyway, let's move on from talking about my less than stellar track record with boys and relationships. What else do I need to know about this job?"

"Where is everything going to be set up, and do we need to go to some kind of professional office to do the shoot?" She asked him a few moments later, and was much happier when she changed the subject to something else and dropped the topic of her jerk ex. "What about you and the ladies? I've seen plenty of them flirting with you, especially clients, and I'm sure they'd be happy for the chance to spend a little extra time with someone of your advanced age." She teased him a few moments later, and was sure that he knew she was joking, as Edward looked really good for his age.

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Edward listened to her talk about her ex-boyfriend, nodding along as she explained how the break up happened. He guessed, that like every hot blooded male, the ex-boyfriend wanted to get into her pants, but the problem was he was too pushy. He gave a gasp when she reached the part of him grabbing her, and chuckled when she punched him 'where the sun don't shine', agreeing with her that he was a big jerk.

Letting her talk about her love life, he got her to be a bit more comfortable with him, as she had just shared a personal story. When she ended it and tried to talk about his personal life, he smiled and decided to share a bit with her. "Well, you know that I am married so I can't get with the ladies... though them flirting with me is a good boost for the old ego. As for clients, it would be unethical... but let me tell you a story, just promise you won't tell anyone, especially your aunt."

Smiling conspiratorially he leaned back into his chair, signaling her to get comfortable where she was perched on his desk. Giving a cursory look to see that there was no one in the office, so they would be interrupted he began, "A few years ago, there was a newly divorced client, who was interested in me... nothing serious, problem just as a rebound or something... and let me tell you, she was hot! Kinda looked like the actress Heather Graham. Well... she invited me to a meeting in her hotel room, and it was all very professional, and I thought nothing of it. When we were done with the meeting, I invited her to join me for dinner... and well... making an excuse that she wanted to change, she slipped into the bathroom as I waited on the couch, going through the contracts once again. I heard a little 'ahem', and when I looked up, there she stood, in her birthday suit."

Smirking at her, he gave a shrug and continued, "Well, I got out of there real fast... and we never spoke of that again!" That was a lie, he had made love to Jennifer all night long, looking into her blue eyes and enjoying the way her tits bounced as he pounded her. She had been a good fuck, pity she met someone on the other side of the country.

Done with sharing about his personal life, he got back to business, putting on a uncomfortable look as he explained what had to be done. "Well... we won't shoot it in a studio... and I don't want to involve other people... I could set up a hotel room for the shoot, and it would be just you and me... but first, uh... I want to test if you are ready. You see, we will have to go out and buy the underwear & lingerie... and book the hotel room... so I want to be sure you are truly comfortable before spending all the money." Getting up from his desk he walked to a cabinet and opened it to retrieve a camera, turning back to her he said tentatively, "So... if you don't mind... I would like to do a small shoot right away."

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Rosalie nodded. "I know that you're married. I just meant that I'm sure you get plenty of ladies, plenty of clients who flirt and it's got to feel nice. Like you said, a stroke to the ego." She smiled and then nodded again, when he spoke about telling her a story. "I won't tell anyone." She quickly agreed. She fell silent and then listened as he told the story, and smiled when he said that he'd been flattered by the attention but hadn't taken the woman up on it. Once he finished the story and resumed talking about the job, she said, "Okay." She watched as he got up from his desk, and went to get a camera and showed it to her.

She hesitated for a few moments and tried to shrug off the nervousness that she currently felt about doing this. She trusted him and knew things would be okay. She carefully got up from the edge of his desk a few moments later and then stood up. She carefully slipped her arms through the sleeves, and then from the inside of the dress, went from the bottom and carefully lifted it over her head. She walked over to his chair and then set her dress on the back of it, straightening it out so that her dress didn't get wrinkled while it was on the back. When that was done, she stepped out of her heels, picked them up and set them on the seat of his chair so that they wouldn't be on the floor and so that neither of them would risk tripping on them.

Rosalie looked around and then placed one arm in front of her breasts, as the other shielded her crotch from view. "Uh... the door is open. Maybe it should be closed, to be safe?" Yes, he'd said that all of his reporters were out for the day, but she wanted to be careful just in case. She didn't want anyone to show up for any reason, or have a customer show up for some reason and think anything of what the two of them were doing. Once the door was shut, she stood there and then slowly let her hands fall to her sides, which would allow her chest and private to be on display, though she was clothed in her matching black bra and thong set.

She wasn't sure what to do with herself. Sit, or stand. Kneel or anything else. So, she simply stood there and waited for some kind of direction from him. She felt silly looking like this, but was determined to go through with it and help Edward and the magazine any way that she could. She reached up and pushed some of her hair out of her face. She framed it so that her hair rested easily on her shoulders, but didn't block her face, like she usually fixed her hair to do. Since her face wasn't going to be in the pictures, she knew that there was going to be nothing for her to worry about. She rolled her shoulders a few times, which was a sure sign of her nervousness and tried to force herself to relax, only it wasn't so easy to do. "What would you like for me to do now?"

Rosalie asked and then looked at Edward and into his eyes a few moments later. She wanted this to go well. She wanted to please him, and she wanted to make sure that nothing went wrong while they did this, so that she could help the magazine do well, too.

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Edward watched in delight as Rosalie got undressed. She had his attention when she pulled the dress from the bottom and lifted it over her head. Her black thong and matching bra came into view and he nearly whistled at how hot she looked. He was getting more and more aroused, feeling himself starting to stir in his pants. Once she had removed her dress and heels, she stood there a bit nervous, waiting for his instructions. As per her request he closed the door, locking it, so no one could come in accidentally. He too didn't want anyone seeing them like this. Turning around he took her all in, her full, firm breasts, her toned stomach, her shapely legs, as well as how nervous she seemed.

There was a carton of A4 papers under his desk, he pulled it out, wanting to use it as a foot rest. Placing it against the wall, he went to her, a kind smile on his face as he reached and grabbed her arm, leading her to the wall. "Very nice Rosalie... I must say, you are hot! Okay... stand against the wall, facing it... place one leg on the carton."

Gently, his hands guided her into position, even helping her lift the leg and place it correctly. Her skin was warm and smooth to the touch, and she smelled wonderful. Once done, he stepped back to admire her, and the way her ass was on display. The thong offered little protection, and her cheeks were gently spread due to the way she was standing. "Wonderful... let's take a few photos like this!", he exclaimed, taking the camera and snapping a few pictures. He was tenting in his pants now, and when he was done with the pictures, he went up to her to let her know she could relax. A hand on her shoulder, he gently massaged her as he bought her to his desk.

"I think we are almost done... how do you feel so far...? I just want a couple more pictures here on my desk", he said as he patted on the desk, before reaching down and lifting her. She was light, and holding her in his arms while she was barely clothed felt... right. Gently placing her on the desk, he guided her to how he wanted her to pose while on her back. Making her arch her back he made sure that her breasts popped up when she was on her back, and when she was on her front, he focused on the curves of her ass. It took all of his self control to not reach over and give those cheeks a squeeze.

He felt that this was enough for today, but having these photos had given him an idea on how he could use her tomorrow, when they did the shoot. The camera was hung on his neck, as he helped her off of the table, getting behind her and encircling his arms around her as he showed her what the pictures looked like. They looked like something out of a boudoir shoot, and she looked sensual posing in his office. "These look great... what do you think? I think this project is a go! I say... get dressed and we can go shopping!"