Voodoo 002: Job Expectations

[Sigfried has rested… and it’s a new day.. or night as it were.] -11:15 Aug 19
[Amber is not so rested… but under the circumstances, that should be understandable!] -11:16 Aug 19
Amber: The moment the automagic window… thingies… started rolling up, Amber had picked herself up off the sofa to wander over to the window and stare outside. She was frowning, with her arms crossed. Dressed in one of the incredibly fashionable little dresses she found in her new room. Amber didn’t fail to notice that everything had very wide necklines or off the shoulder sleeves. Of course they would. The better to eat you m’dear. On the bright side, they were aaaawesome and she definitely appreciated looking like a L.A. native movie star. -11:19 Aug 19 Amber
Sigfried: There was a sound and he was in the niddle of the room without seeming to have come in through any of the enterences. "You’re still here." he remarked stepping over to the couch and sitting down. "That was the third dress I bought for you after you came here. You will never remember it but it was the first one you managed to dress yourself in." he might have been lying, he might not, either way she would never find out. "How do you like my house?" -11:34 Aug 19 Sigfried
Amber: "I did leave. Just to make sure I could." she muttered, glancing over her shoulder to where he was now seated. He startled her, but she thankfully hadn’t jumped or shrieked. "It’s crazy lavish… I did also snoop, by the way. Through everything I could get my hands on." Where did he even come from anyway… Amber glanced around to see if there were some unhidden doorways or stairs… -11:37 Aug 19 Amber
Sigfried: "I knew you would do both of those. I even told the coffee shop ont he corner to expect you. "He looked at the table and there was a small sigh from the creature even though he never breathed. "What did you find? I’m interested." takking his cheet with his nail his eyes found her again and refused to leave. -11:41 Aug 19 Sigfried
Amber: "Nothing interesting about you, which was what I was after…" In fact, the place was pretty barren when it game to personal effects. Outside of him having very expensive tastes in modern luxuries and spiffy looking antiques… If he HAD a personality, she sure as hell couldn’t find it. …which left her stuck thinking about her own all day. "I didn’t stop anywhere when I went out, I just wandered a bit.. mostly because I didn’t think to snoop around here until after I got back and then found spending money. You’re pretty damn confident I wasn’t going to run away or talk to police…" -11:47 Aug 19 Amber
Sigfried: He shrugged. "If you had it wouldn’t have mattered." he said "And you said you wouldn’t so you would only have been breaking our deal." there was the bearing hint of a smile on the curve of his lips as he stood and stepped towards the window. "The only clues you need for my personality are right in front of you." -11:55 Aug 19 Sigfried
Amber: "All I’m getting is the ‘Look at me I am super mysterious’ vibe, and I don’t like it." Amber really didn’t. He never really seemed to answer questions, nor did her offer information outside of the weirdest most inconsequential things. Why did it matter that this was the third dress he bought her? Amber was scowling again, tempted to step closer and see if she could intimidate him… but she didn’t know where that was coming from, and doubted it would make a difference. He’d probably eat her. "Speaking of our deal, I’ve thought more about it… Not that I am changing my mind about it, but I suppose I feel a little more confident in accepting it." -11:59 Aug 19 Amber
Sigfried: He glanced at her and then looked back out the window. "Where did your thoughts take you?" he turned to face her fully, what she thought would affect how she did her job and that was relevant to if the offer was still on the table… though she hadn’t left so it probably was. "You don’t have a problem wonking for something like me?" -12:07 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: "You mean do I have a problem working for a vampire who bought me as a zombie slave? Yes. I have tons of problems with that!" Now she was staring him down. Her arms crossed as she turned, half leaning against the window as she frowned. "But I guess I’m smart enough to figure out that staying is the most common sense idea. They’ll lock me up if I tell the police the truth. And even if I stopped by a hospital, it’s not like that have special places to put amnesiac patients. I don’t have anywhere to be, and frankly a job and a nice place to live sounds so much better than a homeless shelter and wandering around local libraries hoping that someone finally realizes I’m missing and reports it…" That was the worst part. He had a computer. She looked for missing people reports. Her face wasn’t anywhere! -12:13 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: If she was trying to intimidate him he took no notice other than hi run his hand though his long, white hair. "You are smart." he commented before moving away from the window and running a hand over the back of the couch as he walked past it. "Do you have any questions?" -12:34 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: "I’d like a nice tidy to-do list for my job. And a better explination of what that actually IS besides ‘stand there while I bite you.’ And I suppose I’d like to know this whole… eating schedule thing…" Amber didn’t look too pleased about it, and it was probably the second worst part about this entire mess. On a whim, she trailed behind him. -12:49 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: Rounding the side of the couch he sat on it and looked at her. "You will be helping me tell movie studios what movies to produce adn thich ones not to produce… you will be delivering my choices for directors, actors, actresses and you will be providing me with advice on thses matters. You will help me shape stars adn watch them fall. The lives of celebroties are the greatestr shown on earth and I am thier director, script writer, and meddling exective. I have been since the very begining." he pettd the cussion nixt to him and leaned against the arm rest. "As for feeding, what was it like?" -12:58 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: "Oh great, managing an entire industry with no idea what I’m doing." When he sat, she gave the seat next to him a dubious stare. Sloooowly she eased down in to the seat. "And what do you think it’s like…? It’s weird. It’s touchy feely intimate, but creepy crawlie feeding time… I suppose it wasn’t the worst thing." -01:02 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: "I have every idea what I’m doing." he said brushing her hair away from her face and looking at her. "I will feed when I need to, there will be no regular schedule." his eyes were on hers again. "Have you found anything out about yourself? And did you look in the bottom drawer of your cupboard for the handbag you had on you when you here sold to me?" -01:11 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: She was frowning again, but this time it wasn’t really his fault. The funny part was that she had realized something right that moment too, which really kind of sucked. "Other than the fact I feel clingy and stupid? I don’t know… I didn’t sleep well and had a lot of dreams. I dunno if they were just dreams or memories or what, and I’m not all that keen on trying to remember the details anymore. I’d rather ask who sold me to you so I can go punch them in the face." -01:15 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: "As fleeting as business relationships with humans are I cna’t let you attack a business partner." he said. "Unless you can prove to me he sold me used goods." here was a glance towards her lower body and then his eyes were back on her face. The other part of what she said was more surprising, might be a side effect of the bite he had given her. "I think I’ll let you rest tonight." -01:31 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: Ick… she might have paled at the words used goods but she also wasn’t shirking away from it. Amber just scowled and crossed her arms again as she leaned back in her seat and pulled her feet up on to the cushions. "What constitutes as used goods? Does it count if I fooled around before being a zombie? Cause I’m pretty sure I did. It’s the afterwards that bothers me and I am kinda sure that happened too. It’s you I’m not so sure about…" -01:35 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: "It’s after that I’m concerned about too." he said before standing, slowly. "I don’t been anything as base and.. mortal as sex." he said running his naill across the palm of his hand and then holding his hand out, blood dripping onto the surface of the table. Then he opened his palm and blew across it, a red mist forming into a shape just not destinct enough to recognize before swirling and vanishing. "I will need to feed tonight." -01:42 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: …that was actually kind of neat. Ignoring the fact he was a monster who apparently ran all of Hollywood. Amber had unconciously leaned forward to see what he was doing and now that the misty stuff was gone, she was plopping back against the cushions again. "I don’t understand you at all… I don’t know if I want to ask you a bunch of questions about vampires and sex, or if I should just go back to topics that aren’t going to break my brain. Daily to-do lists versus ‘Everything you need to know about vampires you couldn’t learn from Twilight’." -01:47 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: "Your daily to do list is to check for messages and leave them on the table here. Read all of the celebrity news you can and write a short report and give me advice on.. anything really. And yes that was a funny series of movies, I think most of the jokes were lost on mortals though." -01:54 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: "This sounds like the worst kind of homework…!" Reading vapid magazines? Writing reports? Why did this feel like something she already did all the time anyway? Amber tilted until she flopped over on the couch. A limp, lifeless lump of report writing. Hmm, but he wanted advice on things too… "And how do you know I am going to be any good at advising you? Is this a thing you do every generation? Grabbing some random young girl who knows what’s cool? …How old ARE you?" His hair was white, but that didn’t mean anything when a guy had cleaver proof skin. -01:58 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: "Older than this city." he said "Older than this nation… I don’t remember when or where exactly I was born, or became what I am. And I think my average is twice a generation. It really doesn’t matter if your advice is right or wrong, I find of they have a say in what goes on people are more likely to stay." he placed a cold hand on her nack and looking down at her face. "How much would you work for?" -02:05 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: "How manipulative of you… do whatever makes them stay." His hand was cold… Today she was much less tense than yesterday, but she was still wary. And worse, touch was nice. She could use a hug or something! Was she a huggy touchy person? Amber didn’t bother sitting up or swatting at him. She just huffed a bit… "You mean job wise? That really depends on what kind of work, cause right now you’re just vague about the details. Which is okay for now, I guess… We can negotiate my fees. It’s the omnomming I’m a little iffy on the payments for… I guess that’s more like a donation…" -02:16 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: "I see it more as a perk of woking for me, you get a say in the global culture more than anyone alive." he ran his hand up her cheek before twisting it and sinding it gliding back down her neck. "The feeding in a… vonation, no that isn’t really the right work. It’s a concession on your part and a necesity on mine, it can be built into the sallary if you want. "The blood on the table quivered and he looked at it, then waved a hand making it bleed away into nothing. "Do you have a problem with me feeding on you?" -02:34 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: If this were any other situation… like a boyfriend, maybe! It would be great. She’d be melting in to the sofa, maybe even grinning or purring. Instead she was dealing with the weird mix of wanting to, while also finding the whole thing totally insane. "Yes and no… I don’t trust you is the problem. I don’t know you… and that squicky feeling doesn’t just go away cause I want it to." Or because she likes petting. And did she, and it was all vampire glamor? She didn’t know! That was the problem! Amber sighed. "It’s fine… you need to eat, and I need a place to live. I’ll get over it." -02:42 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: "You’d be an idiot if you did trust me." he said. "I have given you no reason to other than not going back on my word."his hand reached her shoulder and crested it. "I am sorry I cannot satisfy your needs." he said softly. "But then I doubt you’d want me to." -02:55 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: "What… kind of needs are we talking about now…?" This was a prime example of why she didn’t understand him! One moment they’d be talking about her job duties, or were they always only talking about the job duties? Why did everything he say have such…. sexy undertones to them? Why did she even think it was sexy?! That’s it! She had to take control over the situation! A slow hiss of breath slipped up as she sat back up again. Of course, her whole plan was forgotten once she was upright. Amber couldn’t help the questions. "If I did trust and want you to, would you even want to? Do you even want to do anything at all? Do you have enthusiam for anything…?" -03:02 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: "Sexual needs." he said looking at her. "And that depends on you. You’re interesting so far but I don’t know you either." he stood and left her to walk back over to the window. "I have learned one thing though, enthusuasm is for those with a limited time to live." -03:18 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: At least it wasn’t all in her head and he WAS talking about what she thought he was talking about. Now she was trying to piece the bits together. He didn’t want to have sex with a zombie, and he wanted personality… and yet, he didn’t seem to get any joy from anything. Amber turned around in her seat, sitting on her knees and peering at him from over the back of the couch. "Okay…. so… that means you are a total zombie in bed. I can see where having an equally as unresponsive partner would make the whole mechanics of things kind of impossible…" Amber was barbing him on purpose. He seemed to be completely cold and emotionless, she may as well test the limits. -03:24 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: "Well I am dead." the comment was casual and offhand as he turned to look at her. "The difference between me and what you were is I can think for myself and you have a heartbeat. "Maybe that’s my real reason for firing you, because this job needs passion and that’s not something I have anymore… did you think of that?" -03:29 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: Completely unaffected. Or else he had a lot of patience. Amber rest her chin on the back of the couch and shrugged her shoulders. "I am still trying to figure it all out. I’m a little slow, okay? I don’t have a bazillion years of experience to back me up. I don’t even have…. however damned old I am." She was scowling again. "Why even do this stuff if you don’t enjoy it? You’re just… existing to exist… You should go find meaning or something." -03:34 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: "Twenty three." he said looking at her. "Like I said I had your bag sent and left it in your room. It had an ID." then he was tilting his head to the side an looking at her. "You’re sounding very human." he said "You think because I can’t die that I have nothing to live for? Maybe… but look at everything I’ve built." -03:43 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: There was an ID in there..? No need to look for missing people reports, she could just look herself up directly! It’d answer everything about who she was. …most of everything. Amber cast a hesitant glance back towards her door. "You said yourself you don’t have a lot of ethusiam for anything. What’s an empire if you’re not getting any joy from it?" Dammit… all the answers she need are in the other room, and apparently now she’s afraid to know! Amber plopped back down on the couch again, this time dragging a pillow over her head. "Although I guess I can see the benefits of hiding in an LA apartment forever…" -03:48 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: He stepped back to stand behind the couch, hands on the back and looking down at her. "You’re trying to goad me, is it your hope that I’ll show you passion and take it out on you that way?" there was a slightest of smiles, he doubted that was what she was doing but two could play as any game she chose to try. -04:02 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: "I was trying to goad you and it sure as hell WASN’T for fiesty angry sex!" She sat up quickly, looking about ready to fling that couch pillow right at him. Amber retrained herself. "I’m just trying to make observations and get to know you, so I don’t have to sit here feeling like a stupid idiot! YOU may not feel a damn thing about anything ever, but me and my mortal self is stuck feeling all of the things all at once without any idea what to do about it!" -04:07 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: Stepping around he reclaimed the place on the couch and looked ahead. "You’re young, it’s understandable." his voice was somehow softer. "I was teasing you too. Is that a good enough result from your goading? That you make me do something that I might still enjoy?" his hand found her shoulder and he tapped her collarbone with his finger. "And I always enjoy feeding, even if I never want to." -04:12 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: She made a weird sort of sound. A mix between annoyance and sheer bafflement. He switched everything around again. Always too fast for her to follow, and Amber got the distinct impression that yes, yes he did enjoy something. He enjoyed talking her in circles and watching her floundering around like an airless fish. She deflated with a huff, conceeding to defeat despite being unaware there was some sort of game afoot. "Yeah? And what’s so great about it that makes it worth doing even when you don’t want it?" -04:16 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: "Other than not starving?" he asked. "For a moment my life energy adn that of the person I’m biting are connected." he said. "That is the only time I can feel alive." he would have sighed if there was air in his lungs but there wasn’t so he simply inhaled to speak again. "The more effort I put into it, the more alive I feel and the more the… donor… enjoys it." -04:26 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: …she wanted to kick herself for that sudden surge of interest. Amber didn’t have vampire fetishes…. that she could remember. There was just yesterday and an awkward situation kinda feeling, not so bad at all. This was interesting in a crazy sort of way. "Well what… kind of effort are you talking about? Predator attack and pounce kind of way, with the gnawing and chewing? Or the touchy touchy way?" -04:29 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: "Foreplay, pure and simple." he said "Light touches, Making sure they’re either relaxed or worked up in the right way. Intimacy is the key, and when the, I hate this term, but souls collect the more in tune they are the more they can share." he glanced at her and then lookek ahead. "Probably exactly what you wre thinking, by the way your heart rate want up for a second before you asked." -04:34 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: "I don’t want to get all intimate with you." That was a lie. …not really a lie, it was more of a weird urge to crawl in his lap and cling. Which, really wasn’t sexual at all when she thought about it and he wasn’t touching her. The touching made it all complicated. "…You know, this may sound kinda dumb, but it sounds like nomming people is just a cheap replacement for finding a soulmate… Are you the only vampire around..?" -04:38 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: "The only one that doesn’t want to kill me and I have never sired any kinder." there was something in her voice, imposible to place but there all the same. "So I’ll simply bite you and get it over with, that’s the way I prefer it. And I said I don’t want to so that obviously means I want no soulmate either. It’s simply the way bites work." -04:45 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: "You don’t want to, but you always like it. That’s the thing." Amber didn’t even know why it mattered. She didn’t want to be someone’s lunch, it was just part of this new life package. One she could easily put a deadline on if she just went in the other room and took a look at her ID and did some snooping. Nibbles with a Vampire sounded like the safer bet. "Fine, do it whatever way you want to do it, I’m not going to complain." -04:50 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: He placed his hand on her shoulder again to flide his hand over her skin. "I could make you love me you know. Take your soul with nothing more than a whisper. But what use are lies to me, especially ones I generate myself?" he massaged her shoulder, fingertips digging into the muscle. He would show her what he meant… just once. -05:07 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: "I don’t doubt that you could make me. That’s kinda what bothers me the most. Not knowing what you make me do and what’s my own doing…" Cold hands on hot skin, that actually felt really really good. Amber tried not to show it. "And you don’t like bullshitting, so yeah… kind of arguing something we already agree on…?" -05:13 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: "I’m not arguing." he said before his lips pressed briefly against hers the hand slipping to the back of her neck and tracing her spine before running through her hair, his cold lips kissing the corner of her mouth before tracing a line down her neck. Both hands found her shoulders and pushed the dress down her arms, exposing more of her chest, then he was pushing her onte her back. -05:20 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: This was…! Amber couldn’t call it unexpected, but that didn’t make it any less surprising or change the fact her stomach made the craziest flip. She was pretty sure she was flushing, cause she could feel it all the way down to her toes. And it sucked how aware she was about… everything! She squirmed, bracing a hand against his shoulder, debating whether or not she was going to call it quits. …she didn’t want to. "You’re making it really hard for me to think…" she muttered, far too softly for her liking. -05:26 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: "That’s the point." he whispered, pulling the dress down further to glide a hand over her breast and before his tongue ran up the other, then it was kissed and the kisses trailed up to her shoulder and became nips, tiny bites not enough to break the skin, his nails trailing over the other shoulder. -05:32 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: Holy hell. This was wrong, and bad, and the total opposite of common sense or good things. But oooh… her fingers curled in to his shoulder and she squirmed again. Trying to breathe and not breathe all at the same time. "That’s… uhm… uhm… Getting the point, now…" -05:35 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: He swapped shoulders and ran his nails over her other, the nips traveling over her throat to the one already scratched. His hips came to rest on top of hers and ground against them, and then his fangs sunk in, drawing out her bloot and he let out a shuddering sigh… how he hated that he loved this… as a vampire he couldn’t not. -05:40 Aug 20 Sigfried
Amber: Amber gasped, and it wasn’t from pain. She was very near writhing, digging her fingers in to his clothes until she could feel her own nails grinding against her palms. She hated loving this. There had to be something wrong with this, with her. But it was warm and hot in all in the best ways. Her murmured complaint coming out as nothing better than a incomprehensible groan. -05:46 Aug 20 Amber
Sigfried: His lips twitched against her skin as he drank her blood, how much he didn’t know… maybe he got carried away but when he pulled back he licked her wound and then loved up to push his lips into hers, his bloody, needy lips. Then he was relaxing on top of her. "And that wasn’t even trying." -05:51 Aug 20 Sigfried

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