are you afraid of the dark ? enric

[JULIET FAYE DEVINGER]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]words -- 520[/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]tags -- enric[/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- same characters, new setting. awesome.[/style] [style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #597da2; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to grey of ote[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 265px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]She had been on her way from the library, refusing to take a carriage back quite stubbornly, insisting that she could take care of herself much to the dismay of the head librarian who did not want to be implicated should the Lady Devinger go missing. But, it wasn't his decision to make in her eyes, and perhaps she had been hoping for something to happen, something to break the cycle of unfortunate events that had started to surround and plague her. What she wouldn't give for the opportunity to get out of her situation. It felt hopeless, sometimes, but she knew that there just had to be more to life than getting married, giving birth, raising children, and dying. It wasn't the life she envisioned for herself, and yet she didn't know what else she was expecting. She was nearing the main entrance to the park- and her exit- when a man approached her. All common sense told her that she ought to be wary and afraid, but neither emotion would come to her, even though she logically knew that they should. When he took her hand and gave it a kiss, she didn't flinch. She watched him with her bright green eyes, observing his every move and feature in detail. Something about him was frighteningly familiar, but she couldn't figure out what. If it had been a normal situation, she would have passed the feeling off as meaningless. She attended many balls and galas during the season, and her mother never failed to point out to her who the available suitors were and who she should have her eyes on. If he was any one of those, she would have known, but as it was, she couldn't say she had ever seen him before. Yet his style of dress and clean kept state indicated that he was nobility- or, at the very least, very wealthy. Perhaps he had come from another city or the countryside? But then, that wouldn't explain why she felt as if she should know him. She could feel the throbbing of the headache starting, and her heart pumped faster. In fact, she felt a bit short of breath, but to show such a sign of weakness, especially infront of a stranger, was unforgivable. She kept her composure and tried to pretend as if nothing had happened. But it was all so odd, even the way he spoke indicated he knew her, and he did not refer to her by title or family name. Juliet- the name was so familiar coming from a man she'd never met before. "Then you will have to tell me your name," she said once he had revealed his hand- he knew her somehow, yet she wouldn't remember? Why was that? Did this man possibly have the answers she sought? She couldn't be too hopeful, she'd only just met him, but she felt as if she had known him for a very, very long time. [/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #648db8; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]i don't know how to be myself[/style][style=background: #4c85c1; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;]how i can become myself[/style]

[ENRIC GRAY STRAVOS]

As he looked at her now, he remembered a face that was much rounder and tinier. He was seeing the youthful Juliet, a face that became a blur. For the longest time in his life he had the memory of Juliet was just a dear childhood friend. The lack of her name in conversations, the lack of her presence, it all drove Enric into the belief that he was a single child. However, it was now a riddle meant to be solved. His mother's never ending agony all made sense now. If he could return Juliet to his home and into their lives, they could be a family again. The thought was a very idealistic one and he knew bringing Juliet back into a world where the supernatural existed, would be a difficult feat. Not many of his kind had dealt with his situation before, thus there wasn't much advice. If he could get her to trust him...

A gentle smile met his lips when she spoke. Her voice was proper in tones, heavy in accent, perfect for a lady of noble descent. Enric had always been careful with his human mask, playing the part of a ruthless politician – fighting for the justice of all humanity. That is what made this so sweet, he was fighting for the people that would probably want him dead. And Juliet was a byproduct of all things human. Surely deep in the depths of her lost soul, there was still a monster. A monster who knew she was better than the rest. Enric could show her a world where she would never have to die.

He had heard of stories that humans who had come back into vampire life usually went insane. They couldn't handle reality of change. Whatever Enric had to do to keep Juliet's sanity intact, he would do it. It was a shame that humans had a strict foundation when it came to physically touching other females, or courting them, to be exact. If it were up to him, he would force Juliet in an isolated area. He would use everything in his power to seduce an ounce of affection out of her. But this was the way reality worked, he would have go by human laws. When he had been done with his greeting, he reached his hand up to take the top hat from off his head. The dark strands slipped down slightly, making the curves of his face more prominent.

Today, the weather had been kind, the skies were awfully gray.

Her question sparked some amusement on his face, and it showed. Even if his appeared usually dark, there was still a handsome glow and it appeared most when he smiled. Juliet would be able to see the film of his pearly whites. “My apologies,” he said immediately, “My name is Enric. Enric Stravos. We used to be childhood friends.” If his memory was good enough to deceive him, then he might as well use it as a swift tale. It wasn't like he could approach her and tell her that she was his sister. His twin, in fact. She might faint. Even if Juliet was working her best to stay composed, he could sense that she was feeling a little faint.

“It was so very long ago, wouldn't surprise me at all if you forgot,” not once did that friendly expression falter. Instead, he offered his left arm out in a slight crooked position. It was a gesture, meaning he had meant to escort her to her destination. “May I accompany you, Ms. Devinger?” Enric switched back to something more formal, at least until she decided to call upon him intimately. Something about the female pegged him that she did not enjoy the mundane things in life, but he was a fresh face – what more could she ask for?

[JULIET FAYE DEVINGER]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]words -- 600[/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]tags -- enric[/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- rambly rambly rambly.[/style] [style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #597da2; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to grey of ote[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 265px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]"Enric Stravos..." she tried to remember, but it was as if something was keeping her from it. Like she was on the tip of unraveling all of these questions and mysteries, yet something was preventing her from it. It was frustrating to a girl such as Juliet who was used to having answers just handed to her. She was very intelligent, and it was a shame that she had never been allowed to really explore that facet. Instead, her talents had been put to use in the form of manners and behavior. She was trained to be so polite and nice, even if it was not who she was. But who was she? But who was to say that she even remembered anything correctly? She couldn't seem to remember her childhood as a young girl, and her parents never helped her to fill in the blanks. They were disturbed by her questioning and her fits when the rage and frustration with herself got out of hand. Perhaps she had gone mad, after all. It was a thought she didn't wish to dwell on for very long. It was frightening and unsettling to think that she might be losing her grip on reality. She had heard horror stories of those committed to the asylums and how it only seemed to speed up their descent into insanity. That wouldn't be her. She would get her answers one way or another. Despite the sharp pain in her head, she made herself focus on the situation at hand. "I'm sorry. I'm regrettably have to say that I don't remember you. And yet... you do seem familiar." Well, what else could she say? She couldn't deny the possibility that what he was saying was the truth. If he could help her start piecing the puzzles of her childhood back together- if he remembered everything- then maybe she would find out the source behind her nightmarish hallucinations. "I'll choose to accept what you say as truth. For now," she added. Right now, she wasn't going to reveal the fact that she might, in fact, need him to help her. It would be best not to be vulnerable so quickly without finding out his motive. As his arm was offered to her, she took it with a polite smile. "You may," for a lady, that was all she could say aside from flat out rejecting him, and that would not do. She could see her mother chastising her right now for trusting too easily. But Juliet considered herself to have a good judge of character. There were many people she wouldn't associate herself with if she didn't trust them. And yet, she couldn't deny the fact she was giving this man perhaps too much credit and trust for having just met him. But something told her that she could. Of course, she wouldn't rely on this alone, she was on her guard, but this was more than she would give many men for having just met them. "I find it odd I haven't seen you much in London. Do you not live within the city?" she inquired. If he was nobility, she found it odd that they would not have crossed paths before. But then again, her parents had, so far, restricted her in who she could and couldn't talk to when it came to potential suitors. Perhaps they hadn't found favor with him... and that almost made her smile. She didn't intend to play along with her parents' wishes if she could help it. Even if it had to be done in secret.[/style]
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[ENRIC GRAY STRAVOS]

Enric wasn't expecting the girl to recall the past. With a special and rare technique, the Stravos family repressed Juliet. She would never know that in her state she was merely a half-vampire, the mind and body playing tricks to appear human. Though as soon as soon as Enric brought her back to her true lineage, he would know that she would most likely feel like she was starving. Just like human lungs needed oxygen, vampires needed blood. Whatever insanity Juliet was experiencing occurred from the lack of blood, nourishment. During the rise of hunters, and assassins, they had no other choice. A few more years and Juliet might find herself in an asylum or close to death. Eventually her mind would evaporate. Enric could see that his sister was strong, fighting the urge to mentally cave in.

If only he made his appearance sooner. It was a shame that humans were critiquing Enric for not having a bride yet, thus he had to make haste. He didn't want anyone thinking he was homosexual or a recluse, not when his political stature relied so heavily on public image. In the vampire society things were getting rocky, and he was unsure who his parents had confided Juliet's secret. Filled with mistrust, he would have to bring Juliet over and steal her human life away. Hearing that he seemed familiar was good enough for him. Now all he had to do was get Juliet to at least like him, even just a little. But yet he was still concerned that she would hate him afterward.

Hopefully Juliet would accept her lineage as a blessing and not a curse.

Deep down, Juliet probably knew Enric's words were a lie. Thus he had no qualms over her word choice, being careful to agree but disagree. She had been well brought up in wordplay, a past time that politicians and females had the chance of doing in their long nights of gossip. It was also very, very rare that a lady would reject a man's offer. Especially a gentleman. So, when her arm intertwined with his own, the soft expression on his face only grew. Perhaps it was a good thing she didn't reject him, he might have displayed some of his short temper. Right now he didn't need Juliet seeing his vices, not in broad daylight.

He could tell that she was a very observant lady who probably frustrated men easily. The air of her independence could be due to her nature, and he was glad to see that she hadn't gotten into too many troubles. Though he had seen the report of her bullying a girl. Yet, he would say nothing, for girls were awfully cruel and fickle. Enric had enough time to master his face of patience, thus he could only give a nigh chuckle at her next inquiry. So, she was suspicious, was she? Perhaps he had just moved here from America, or another distant land. It wasn't like people just appeared out of nowhere. Was her suspicion a reagent of her social class? Did she want to test his social status, question it? It wouldn't have been the first that underclassmen put on a show with their wardrobe, tricking women.

“I am a politician,” was his answer. Juliet would have to know the strains of that life. Most of his appearances were in gentleman clubs, his appearances were mostly veered toward the male populace. He didn't get the chance to mingle with the socialites, being far too busy with work. It was all of answer he needed to make his absence in the nobility life solid. Nor was he lying. “Though, I am sure you've seen Lady Stravos around --” he mentioned, knowing that his mother would have made appearances for their family. She probably avoided Juliet for a very good reason; she could be emotional sometimes.

“Though, since she is an elder, you may not have the opportunity to speak to her.”

It was as if Enric was commenting that it was his mother Lady Stravos and not a wife. He didn't want to give her the wrong impression. Older woman were generally unapproachable.

[JULIET FAYE DEVINGER]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]words -- 600[/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]tags -- enric[/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- rambly rambly rambly.[/style] [style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #597da2; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to grey of ote[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 265px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]A politician? Well, that certainly made sense. Some of the women she had once surrounded herself with talked about the troubles of being married to one. More often than not, they would complain that he was never at home, never around, never with them. Some even grew worried about their ability to have a child due to the husband's absence and then his tired state when he arrived home. Yes, life as a politician wasn't easy, and few women were welcomed into the world. But, she had heard stories that made her wary enough of them. Some of the more ambitious women who were interested in that sort of thing could sometimes find company with the men, become mistresses for them... but the women looked down on them, of course. How this sort of thing could happen was beyond her, but it just reaffirmed her belief that there wasn't much to her current life. Even if she secured a marriage, she could never guarantee having a person that truly cared about her. Even now, she was certain her parents were more concerned with their social standing rather than her finding a truly appropriate suitor. "Lady Stravos? I can't say the name sounds very familiar, but my mother must know of her," her mother didn't concern herself with letting her daughter know all of the women in London's social setting unless she felt her daughter was threatened by them. Her peers? Well, it was true that when she was a young child, she had anger problems. Although this had been due to the violent change her body and mind had been going through as it struggled to be more human, she wouldn't know that. All she knew was that many of the girls were still wary of her to a degree. She had been known to be violent, even though it had been many, many years ago. The petite framed girls walked gracefully beside her companion, glancing up at him with a curious gaze. Enric, enric, enric... so familiar, yet so very distant. "Well, Lord Stravos, I very much appreciate you accompanying me to my home," it was dangerous for a young woman to walk alone, especially with no sun in the sky. Any gentlemen would have offered to walk with her, it just so happened she'd came across him first. "I hope we will be seeing each other again. You seem of an interesting sort," they were leaving the park, and her home wasn't so far away. Their meeting would be over just as it had started. And yet, if it was fate that had brought them together, then they would be seeing each other again. Juliet couldn't help but think that their meeting hadn't been a coincidence, not when it came to this, not when she needed answers more than ever. [/style]
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