Residences of Nachton / Nightmares... (lockable) / Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago

Nightmares... (lockable)

((Continued from Late Night with unwanted visitors))

The black car stopped outside Arons mansion. Jeeves stood in the door with a considerable rifle in his hands. A hard stare from Aron later, the rifle had dissappeared somewhere inside. Jeeves moved down the stairs to help with the table and the art equipment.

Aron felt tired. When Jeeves had called, he had been very close to getting a tall black haired drink. Then he had moved on to sving Meegan, which had ended up with him looking more like he average court jester, than a white knight in shining armour. As they walked up the stairs, he put an arm around Meegan.

"Is there anything you want? A drink? Something to eat? A warm bath?"

Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
"Well...the police and most of Nachton should be looking for the two of them by tomorrow. Not that it will do any good, but it will provide -some- protection. And it gives us something to bargain with if it comes to that. Very few security companies can deliver proper protection though. Still, it's much better than nothing at all. I might be able to arrange for something better through my cl...lodge." He hated having secrets from her, but he wasn't sure she could handle the full extend of his kin right now.

"I'm waiting for my contacts to get back to me. Hopefully it will give us something to go from. If we're lucky, non of them can do mind control" As the last words left his mouth, he knew that Meegan probably had not wanted that particular piece of information.
Meegan 18 years ago
"Why would the police be looking for th...You gave them the tape didn't you?" That really was the least of her worries. 'He could have asked first.' She took a deep breath and focused on what was important. "I have Nachtone Personal Security with Rachyl, they've always done well when I've hired them in the past." She thought about his change of words and decided that is she was going to trust him with her heart and her life, then he needed to do the same.

"Lodge was not what you meant. Aron, I need you to tell me what you just covered. I've been attacked by, am being stalked by, and in love with a vampire. I think I can handle what you are hiding."

The whole mind control thing didn't bother her all that much, as she felt it was only a weak mind that could be controled, and she was not weak minded.
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
He sighed and let the fact that Nacton security used low caliber, full metal jacket bullets pass. Could stop a vampire for maybe 8 seconds.

"I ment clan..... We're a bit more organized than we like to let out I'm afraid. Most have been in theirs since they were turned. Some even before. It's a bloodline rather than an organization. Each bloodline is associated with particular skills and abillities. Mine is the only that respects humans. We work by knowing more than others and being very persuasive."
Meegan 18 years ago
Meegan laughed, she hadn't meant to, but his words conjured up the gossip columns she had read, that spouted conspiracy theories and myths about the Nachton vampires. She wished she could remember that reporter's name...

"Oh! I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting that at all. You see there is this guy that writes articles about the conspiracy theories of the vampires. He spouted once about the Clans and their complete control of the city. It's sobering to know it's true, but to hear his words come out of your mouth, struck me as funny."
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
He raised an eyebrow. This was quite possible the last way he had expected her to react.

"Yes....ofcourse he fails to mention that we control a good part of the world economy as well, but a lot of his writings are stunningly accurate. Though...I don't think I've ever seen any vampire turn into a hamster yet...."
Meegan 18 years ago
Meegan managed to get her laughter under control and drank from her wine. She took several deep breaths and found she could speak with out giggles.

"Tell me what your clan can do for us, if they are willing to help."

She felt just a little uncomfortable with seeking vampire help, but it may very well be her only choice.
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
"Well, information...maybe protection. If we're very lucky they are Anantya and we may be able to solve it all diplomaticly. They look down on humans, and being possesed with one, let alone fighting over one, is beneath them. They might handle it internally. Ofcourse they might be Tacharan instead. In which case someone will probably have to die, and my clan may be able to help with that as well.

I sent my clan leader an e-mail earlier, hopefully she will have time to asnwer soon"
Meegan 18 years ago
"Well I guess what we do now is wait. I think I'll put off going in for another day or two. I need to get my schedule right-side up again. My people don't work nights." She chuckled and bit into her apple. "So what do you want to do while we wait?" She wiped a bit of apple juice from her chin and smiled at him. She could think of a few things to occupy their time.
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face.

"I think I have a game of chess somewhere....That is...unless you have a better idea?"

He hoped she did.
Meegan 18 years ago
"I've never liked chess..." She popped a grape into her mouth and took a drink of her wine before standing. As he stood, she took his hand and made her way into his bedroom, her bare feet quiet as she moved.
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
They had just been in a dining with a fairly comfortable carpet. It was moonlight outside, the roses were blooming, the grass was soft and the air was reasonably warm. There was a fireplace in one of the rooms they passed, with a very comfy rug infront of it. Meegan headed for the bedroom. He knew that moment that he would never understand women, mental powers or not. Not that he was about to complain. A woman leading you to the nearest bedroom had always been, and would likely always be, a good thing in his book.

When they reached the bedroom he closed the door and gently pressed his lips against hers.
Meegan 18 years ago
Her body responded to his instantly, as though it could not get enough of him. She hoped that it would do so forever. She leaned into him, her arms going up around his shoulders. The movement loosened the cartigan and it floated unnoticed to the floor. She wrapped her leg around his and did what she had wanted to do earlier that night. With a small hop of her right leg she had her legs around his waist. She deepened their kiss, with a soft moan.
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
His arms moved to her back. He wanted her to be closer, wanted to feel every single inch of her body against his. His hands searched for a zipper on the backside of her dress, but found non, which he considered all together impractical. He felt her tongue against his and lost himself in the kiss. He could sense her heart beating faster. That moment he knew that if anyone ever hurt her, their time on this earth would be verylimited.

His hands found no buttons, velcro or any other device to get the dress off her. He decided to give her a new one, and ruined the old.
Meegan 18 years ago
Meegan very nearly jumped from his arms at the sound of her Nicole Miller dress being ripped. But she was too lost in his kiss to act on the impulse. The back of her mind resigtered it, she'd get back at him...somehow. He carried her to the bed, and began to make up for tearing her dress.


Hours later Meegan woke up, sated, rested, and beyond hungry. Aron slept peacfully beside her and she wondered what time it was. She looked around until she found a clock. The dial read 08:12. 'Well at least I'm back to days.' She stretched then climbed from the bed. She showered, and dressed in a black pleated mini skirt and a purple tank with the Gothic-ah logo across her breasts. She slipped on a pair of the thick wool socks Jeeves had put a supply of in her drawer. She grabbed a black hoodie sweater and made her way to the kitchen and a meal from the caring hands of Jeeves.


As she ate fruit, cottage cheese and toast, she tried to imagine what Rachyl was going through. She wanted to call her very badly, but something told her to leave it be for awhile.
Meegan 18 years ago
Meegan roamed through the massive house, peeking her head into every room she found. If it was furnished she would take a look around. After about an hour of this, the need to be out was getting to her. Panos could do nothing during the day and she wanted to go shopping. She found her way back to Aron's room, finding him still asleep in the position she had left him in. She chuckled to herself as she exchanged the wool socks for black knee-high nylons and a pair of chunky stylized combat boots.

She crossed to the bed, and woke Aron enough to inform him she was making Jeeves take her shopping. Then for good measure, left a note. She found her purse, waiting in Jeeves' hands outside Aron's room. 'How does he -do- that?'

She showed her to the garage and opened the back door of a non-descript black sedan. Shrugging she slid in and asked him to take her to The Strip.


((Meegan out for the moment))