There's something about Cheryl.

[Enver Marshall II]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

This RP takes place on Saturday 18th July 2015.

Enver:
He was running late for his weekly dinner 'date,' for lack of a better word. With Cheryl, the new P.R. Rep he hired to help boost morale in the workplace. He had lost himself in his tinkering, which wasn't uncommon. So as he was washing up as quick as he could, Enver's cell received a text from Cheryl. 'I'm waiting at the bar for you. Where are you? Did you cancel?' Cheryl. He wasn't one to check his phone, so Enver didn't even look for it, or at it as he got out of the shower and dressed in his usual business suit attire. A dark blue three piece with a crisp, light blue button down to go with it. "I'll be home later tonight." Enver shouted to his wife, who had been somewhere in their cell last he checked, as he started lacing up his shoes.

Keara:
She didn’t enjoy checking up on her husband and since she’d met Shya she had calmed somewhat and yet still when his phone shuddered on the nightstand, she couldn’t help but look to see who was that required her husband’s attention. She frowned at the text. This moment feeling a lot like déjà vu. This was after all how she had found out her husband wished to adopt a child. Is this what this woman wanted? Keara thought about it for a moment and decided that no. This Cheryl, whoever she was, had nothing to do with their adoption plans otherwise she’d know the name, Enver would have mentioned her.
She placed the phone back down and looked to the bathroom. Since the text didn’t say which bar her husband would be going to or what this woman wanted there really was only one option left open to her. She was going to have to follow him. She was going to have let him leave and trace his phone much like she had done before.
“Going out you are?” she called back wondering what his explanation might be.

Enver:
He nodded, even if she couldn't see it. "Yeah. I have some work things to take care of." He called back to her as he laced the last shoe, fixed his tie and cleared his throat. "Shouldn't be long. Maybe two hours tops. Just dinner and getting some stuff sorted." He continued on as Enver found his wife and moved to press a kiss to her lips. "You'll be here?" He inquired as his hands moved to press down his suit to smooth it out. How long had it been since he had worn one? Too long, because it felt stiff as hell.

Keara:
Enver was having dinner with another woman. Not that he could really have dinner with her, as she couldn’t stomach human food. It wasn’t even something she had thought to desire, not until that moment when she was suddenly jealous of this mystery woman. Cheryl it would seem was able to do something with her husband that she herself could not do and that didn’t sit right with Keara.
“No. Here likely I shall not be. Plan I do for myself busy to keep once leave you do.”
She couldn’t lie. She couldn’t tell him that she would be waiting at home for him and she couldn’t tell him that she would be hunting like she normally would. Hunting though might be an appropriate word, or at least she argued as much with herself, as one could hunt for the truth.

Enver:
He frowned, then nodded his head. "Then I'll see you when you get back." He looked down at the time on his watch piece and sighed. "I'm late. I'll see you when I see you." He gave his wife a small grin before pressing his lips to her left cheek. "Don't be gone too long, you hear." He eyed her devilishly before he grabbed his phone from behind her, along with one of his many fedora's and left the house. The location wasn't that far off, just a train ride, really. Enver had a car. He had many cars, but all of them were expensive and at this time of night, with rush hour, he wasn't going to risk it. So, train it was to that Italian joint in Wickbridge that he liked. If he was going to eat and keep up pretences of being human, why shouldn't he eat what he liked?

Keara:
Keara couldn’t nod of agree to see him when he got back. Instead she stayed silent. What she could reply to however was to him telling her not to be gone long and so she focused on that.
“Doubt I do that gone longer than you I shall be.”
She smiled but it wasn’t genuine and Enver likely knew as much. While Keara was able to fool most people as to what her emotional state was, she was unable to hide much of anything from her husband.
It seemed an eternity before his signal seemed to settle and Keara knew that she was safe to follow. The next issue she had would be more the fact that he would sense that she was close, as it was an ability they both seemed to have acquired, though she knew not when. The only option she had was to walk into the restaurant and confront her husband as she would be unable to send her sister without Enver noticing and unable to hide in shadows without him feeling she was there.
Walking into the restaurant around ten minutes after Enver had entered, as she had allowed time for him to seat himself and settle into his meeting, she made her way to the bar. She seated herself on a stool and looked around her, her eyes soon settling on her love and his companion.

Enver:
"Sorry I'm late." Enver said as soon as he met up with Cheryl. An apologetic grin on his face before he pointed to the host box and ushered her in that direction. "I got caught up in some large scale project. Shall we?" And they do. Enver lets her be led by the host to the table, as any gentleman would, waits for her to sit first, as he typically does during their weekly dinners and then starts skimming the menu. He does this just to pretend he needs to think about what to order, but he doesn't. Enver knows exactly what he's ordering well before he gets to the Italian restaurant. He puts the menu down after a few minutes and then listens to Cheryl speak about her ideas to take the theatre to the next level for staff and revenue. He nods when there is a break, interject opinions from time to time, but then is stopped when he suddenly feels as if he's not alone. He glances around, half expecting to see Crash, or even Dea, but he doesn't see either of them. Still, he can't shake the feeling that someone is here. His wife? Enver cleared his throat and frowned. Impossible. She said she had things to do. So he tugs at his tie, shakes his head and interjects again with his opinion on how to keep employees happy. Cheryl smiles, pulls out a brochure she's made with statistics and puts it on the table in front of Enver's right hand. He goes to grab it as she pulls away, his hand touching hers. He apologizes with an awkward laugh, tugs at his tie again and progresses to read the brochure.

Keara:
Trying not to be seen, she observes the couple. The way in which their hands touch makes Keara growl but the noise is low and barely audible even to the person sitting next to her. Oddly, it wasn’t the way in which their hands met that really worried Keara, it was the way in which Enver acted as he pulled on his tie. Her husband had a number of nervous tics and this was one of them. He was flustered. This woman had her husband flustered and she didn’t like it. Not one bit.

Enver:
"I don't know." Enver sighed before they were interrupted by the waitress. He placed his order, a Mr. Pibb and the number seven, and she placed her order. Cheryl did what most women did, he noted and ordered a salad with some wine. He didn't particularly care, he just found it amusing. So Enver couldn't help but smile at the charades people did every day and night. And vampires. He continued onwards. "The results look phenomenal, I'll give you that, but most people working at the hotel are either retired people or kids. Who don't care." It was true. Enver went through more staff with that place than he'd like to admit. He was about to say something else, but damnit if he couldn't shake that feeling. So he gave the waitress his menu and as he did that, he looked. Really, really looked. And then he frowned when he thought he saw her. His wife. He squinted his eyes, chuckled and then shook his head. What would she be doing in a place where people ate at? It was impossible. Though the woman from the side looked like his wife, there was no way that it could be his wi-though, the clothes resembled an uncanny similarity. He cleared his throat, frowned and just looked in the direction of the woman he was beginning to believe was his wife. Only for Cheryl to talk and then snap her fingers in his direction. When Enver didn't acknowledge her, she waved her hand in front of him and then said his name twice. Before Cheryl felt as if she had no other choice but to pat Enver on his hand. "Huh?" He snapped his head in her direction. "Sorry. You were saying?" He pressed Cheryl onwards, while his eyes moved back to the direction of the woman he was now certain was his wife.

Keara:
Keara tried not to draw attention to herself as Enver looked about him. He knew she was there and her fang found its home in her lower lip as she waited for him to walk over and accuse her of spying. She was spying. She couldn’t deny that. She also couldn’t stop her mind as it began to think back over the last few weeks and how Enver seemed to disappear at the same time, on the same day. He’d been meeting this woman for a while and while all she could hear was business talk coming from their direction, she wasn’t entirely convinced that business was the only thing on the woman’s mind.
Unhappy with her position, such that it was that she had to have her back to the room, she quickly got up and walked out of the restaurant. Once outside she sidestepped to the left and pressed her back to the cold, rough brickwork and leaned her head back. Passers-by looked at her, as she looked like she might be about to be sick. She had her head back and her eyes closed as she took the time she needed to calm down. Keara was fighting the urge to go inside and rip the woman’s head clean from its body.
Her powers began to surge as she resist the urge to act out. This was something that happened when she was overly emotional. Something that generally only happened around her husband, as he was the only one that seemed capable of bring out such strong reactions in her. Thankfully this time it wasn’t anger that was driving her, so the lights in the street remained intact. Instead, she unknowingly, and unintentionally connected her mind with her husband.
‘Worry I should not. Need not. Do that to me he would not. Would he? No. Never. But… Like it I do not. Hate it even. Tear her apart I should,’ her fingers flexed at her side and then her nails pressed themselves into her palms. ‘Pain,’ she sighed within her own mind. ‘Calm. Calm me this shall.’

Enver:
When her thoughts came crashing in to his, Enver stood up instantly. "I have to go make a phone call." He told Cheryl, rather awkwardly, as he headed outside. "Keara?" He frowned as he looked around for his wife. There were a million things running through his mind, but right now he wanted to know where she was, because no, she couldn't rip apart his 'date.'

Keara:
Upon hearing his voice she smiled. She couldn’t help herself. It was an involuntary action.
‘Enver,’ she whispered into his mind with far more reverence than he’d likely ever heard.
He was her anchor, her weakness, her everything. Her name from his lips could undo her and if her heart still beat, it would have fluttered with excitement. Her eyes opened and the moment she saw him she reached for him. Her husband, her love, her soulmate. The power that connected their minds dropped away the moment she touched him.
“Be not angry with me. Please. Followed you I did. Yes. But behaving I am. Trying I am.”
Small amounts of her blood seeped into his jacket as she clutched him but the moment her hands moved, it melted away; pulled into the atmosphere as it always was, disappearing without a trace.

Enver:
"I'm not angry." He said with a heavy sigh. "I'm confused. Just what the hell did you think-do you think is going on? And no, Cheryl is off limits. Ripping apart people is not the solution. Or killing them." He looked down at his wife and groaned. Enver grabbed her wrists and looked down at them. "I hate when you do this to yourself." He growled as he looked around them. "I wasn't doing anything." He confessed.

Keara:
An eerie smile, bordering on something sinister played across her lips as he said that ripping people apart was not the solution. It wasn’t a smile he’d of seen often but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t recognise it for what it was. He didn’t know though. He didn’t know that it was the solution and had been for the better part of a year.
She looked into his eyes as he grabbed her wrists. There was no shame to be found within the dark pools. At least none for the action for which he was berating her. Pain was the way she maintained control and as much as Enver disliked it, it worked for her and it worked well.
“Wrong it is, for with her to be. For this with her to do. Do this with you I cannot. Unfair that is. That she a part of you should have, that have I cannot.”
Her words held nothing back from him. She could have simply said that she was jealous. She could have accused him of cheating. (And in some ways perhaps she was, as he was giving a part of himself to this mystery woman that she could never have; small as it was). Instead, however, she told him exactly what her problem was and what it was she disliked about the situation. For once, she was explaining herself without screaming at him, without letting her emotions overrun her and without making her violently lash out at him.

Enver:
"It's just food." He sighed as he released her hands. "Nothing overly special about it." He scoffed. "People have dinner meetings all the time." Enver added in as he looked around. "So there's nothing wrong about it. It's just dinner." He looks back at the building they just left. "And I'd be home from dinner sooner, if we weren't having this discussion. I have work to do." He frowned as he said coolly.

[Keara Aithne]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Keara:
“So like you would if the situation reversed was? If able to consume such things you were not, and I with a man did dine. Alone. Without you. Without another for the party larger to make. Happy make you this would?”
She was still calm but she didn’t like the way that Enver frowned at her. He was dismissing her. Dismissing the way she felt and she didn’t like it one bit. He could claim this woman was off limits but Keara had not agreed to that and nor would she ever. Enver would not be allowed to claim every person, female or otherwise, off limits. If she wanted Cheryl out of his life she would find a way to make it happen.
Her eyes held his. Challenging him to disagree with her. Challenging him to lie. She knew he’d hate it if the roles were reversed and so she waited, her dark eyes staring into his and she tried not to lose herself in them.

Enver:
His jaw clenched as she flipped the roles. No, he wouldn't like it. Not one bit. "I never said that." He started off, before looking away from his wife. Because if he said it wouldn't bother him, he knew it would come back to bite him in the ***. "But I think you're being unreasonable." He nodded. "I've done this for weeks. Weeks. And I always come right home. Always." He started pacing, not liking where this was going. He felt like she was accusing him of something, which was ludicrous! "Nothing’s changed, has it? I come home, we still, you know," He looked around to make sure no one was around them, "And do more, you know." He tugged at his collar, then unbuttoned it. "She's just a PR person. She'll be gone in a couple weeks. And she knows I'm married. Happily." He added in. "Okay? Now can we do this later? Not in public?" One thing Enver disliked was mixing business with pleasure and this was one of those instances. As much as he loved his wife, he loved his businesses too. He was proud of them. he worked his *** off for them. "Mr. Marshall?" A female voice called from the Italian place. "Is every-oh. Hi." Cheryl said once she realized he wasn't alone. "I'll leave you two alone and see you back inside?" She asked, but didn't leave yet.

Keara:
Unreasonable? Unreasonable was gutting the woman in a restaurant full of witnesses. Her anger spiked. Her husband was fine with his actions so long as they were his own. She wasn’t immune to the double thing herself but that didn’t mean that she was going to let him get away with it.
The sudden appearance of the woman cut Keara off from saying what she wanted to say. Her fingers flexed once more at their sides. Her desires were split; split between slapping Enver hard across the face and wanting to kill the woman whose very presence now offended her.
Keara chose silence and inaction in that moment, staring at Enver in such a way for him to know that he was on very dangerous ground. There was a threat behind her stillness and she was sure he’d recognise it. Her eyes, however, didn’t stay on her man for long as the female’s movement drew her attention. Her head turned to look at Cheryl and the look she gave her was one of a hunter catching sight of its prey.

Enver:
Enver didn't waste any time stepping between his PR rep and his wife. "Dear." He said as he put a hand up, as he tried to control the situation and calm her down. "I thought maybe something happened," Cheryl started before he looked back at the woman. "No. Everything is fine. Cheryl, this is my wife. Keara, this is my PR rep, Cheryl." Enver said before he looked back at Keara. "I'll be back inside in a few minutes." Enver told Cheryl, indicating she should leave and he was dismissing her. "Alright. Mrs. Marshall." Cheryl said with a smile to Keara before she turned to head back inside the Italian place. With Cheryl on her way inside, Enver sighed and brought a hand to the bridge of his nose. "Now, dear. Breathe." Two hands went to her arms to give them a squeeze of assurance. "It's just business. She's good at her job. Comes highly recommended. If any guy was half as good as she was, he would have been hired." He grinned at his wife. "Alright?"

Keara:
When he stepped between them she shot him the same murderous glare. If he thought standing between him and his ‘rep’ would stop her then he really didn’t know her at all. A low, guttural growl escaped her lips as Enver introduced them and quickly dismissed the woman. Once they were alone, she allowed herself to be overcome with the emotions she was feeling and pounded his chest hard with the side of a balled up fist.
“Care I do not if recommended she was. Dine alone with her you will not.”
Both hands came up to grab the lapels of his jacket so that she could pull him closer. They were squared off to one another and her eyes held his showing that she was serious. Her temper had gone from zero to sixty in a matter of moments.
“If the situation reversed was. The same of me expect you would.”

Enver:
Enver stood there as her hands rattled across his chest, his eyes narrowing at his wife. It was just food. People needed to eat. "Enough!" He growled at her as he tried to swipe the hands that had his suit coat away from him. "People have to eat. She's busy. Two birds, one stone. Food and making plans." He sneered, finding the entire situation blown out of completely proportion. "And no, you're right. If the situation was reversed, I wouldn't like it one bit." He admitted as Enver tried to step away from his wife, eyes piercing hers. "Because after dinner, he'd want dessert, sweetheart." Hands moved to adjust his appearance in an attempt to look as he should and not like some guy that didn't have his suit cleaned and pressed. "Pretences and all. Something you should be happy about. I'm being a 'good boy.' " Enver made air quotes with his hands as his eyes started to un-narrow. "I don't have time for this. Time is money in the business world and my food is probably getting cold." He straightened his tie out and looked at her. "I'm not cancelling dinner. I'm already here. Having dinner doesn't mean anything."

Keara:
A sudden wave of calm flowed through Keara and her voice dropped to such a level as that only Enver would be able to hear, the threat of what she said all too apparent as she began to speak.
“If leave me you do. For money. For time. For food. Regret that you shall. If think you do that walk away from me now you may, mistaken you are.”
The first thought that came to her mind was that she’d summon him back to her the moment he set foot inside the restaurant. Jealousy seemed to override the once rational side of her brain. Enver’s words had done little stem the growing tide of anger either when he called her sweetheart, something he only did when he was annoyed with her and as far as she was concerned she was yet to do anything that warranted being called by the acrid pet name. He’d called her dear before the most loathed of all terms of endearment left his lips and she wasn’t sure she liked that either. From others these words were filled with love, from Enver they were bitter and hollow.
“Admit you do that if the situation reversed was, that happy you would not be and then tell me you do that since I the one that suffering is, that care you do not. Tell me this through your intent you do and stand for that I shall not.”

Enver:
"I never said I didn't care. I said this is ridiculous. Because it is. It's just food!" His hands clenched at his sides as Enver tried to keep his temper in check. "Food that is eaten as we talk and make plans for the success of my business, which keeps our lifestyle as comfortable as it is." Enver cleared his throat. "Then, I come home to you and she does whatever she does when she leaves. And then I don't see her again for a week." Enver looked around them and then back to her. "What? Do you want to come in and sip soda? Have a bite of my sandwich?" He was being slightly cruel, knowing she couldn't do these things, not that it bothered him, but there really was no other option in his mind. Eat alone with Cheryl or eat with his wife, while she sat there, not eating anything. "I care. But you're making this bigger than it needs to be." He reminded her. "I'm not going to have dessert with Cheryl." He sneered at her. "Or do you not believe me?" His arms crossed at his chest as he stared his wife down.

Keara:
“Trust you I do. Trust her I do not. Why must you alone eat? Why must you to her give, what cannot to be me be given? This the definition of a date is. Know that you do.”
She couldn’t understand how Enver could be so dismissive of the situation. He was dating this woman. Eating dinner under the pretext of discussing business; the pretext being on her side, not his. It didn’t make sense to her that they couldn’t just speak in his office. If this was business then the woman was being paid for her time. Why should she get to date her husband and be paid for that. It made no sense. She shook her head, her fingers clenched as she resisted the urge to curse Enver and his whore.

Enver:
"A date?!" Enver snarled at his wife's ludicrous definition of his dinner 'date,' for lack of a better word. A hand reaches out and grabs her wrist. "A date would imply I'm interested in her. That I'd entertain the idea of trying to potentially sleep with her. And you know that's not true." The hold on her wrist becoming tighter as Enver lost his temper at that. "I'm not giving her anything. You don't even care what I eat, when I eat. Until now. I eat with Crash all the time. Are we dating too?" He stepped forward, until she was up against a wall. "Am I dating Crash too, now? At this rate, I've probably dated half the damn city." His eyes bore down in to her. "And if I ate around Lorde? Or Shya? Would you act this way too? What about Peter? Who am I and am I not allow to eat around or eat with?" The other hand went to her shoulder, as Enver used what strength he had to keep his wife against the wall. "Say it. Say I'm dating Crash." He wanted her to say it to see how ridiculous it sounded. To realize that this dinner meant nothing to him other than business.

Keara:
“Your intentions pure may be but speak for her you cannot.”
Blood began to seep from between her fingers, small droplets plummeting to the pavement below but never making it as they dispersed into the atmosphere.
“Food with others you may eat. But alone with a woman. No. No this you may not do. This a date is. Whether wish you do for that to see or not. If business this is, then in your office you could meet. No need have you for this woman in such a place to meet. For this secret from me to keep. And if return to that table alone you do, then meet her again you will never. Certain of that you can be."
She’d overlooked his snarky comments about her joining them but that didn’t mean that he was right. He could have had any of his employees join him at these meetings and yet he had chosen to meet this woman alone.

Enver:
He let go of her with a snort. "Is that right? You're afraid Cheryl might want to offer me dessert?" He practically choked down laughter. Even if she did, which he found it unlikely, given her level of professionalism, Enver would more than likely miss the offer, or shrug it off. "Is that what it is?" He looked down at his wife, his temper slowly subsiding since she didn't rise to his ridiculous dare. "If that's what it is," His hands moved to her sides and trailed down the length of it, "You better give me something sweet, now." He chuckled, knowing full well that he was playing at a very dangerous game with Cheryl's life. "What do you say, sweetheart? Pucker up." He captured her lips with his as a hand cupped her *** in an attempt to keep her where she was. With him,

Keara:
She was stunned into silence as he teased her. She attempted to pull herself free of him but since she didn’t really wish to have him go, she didn’t actually put any of her strength into the act. As he kissed her, she practically whimpered against his lips.
“Call me that not. Spiteful that word is. Wrong in this I am not Enver. Someone else with you both should be. A male someone. Why do you no-one else with you have?”
Sorrow filled her words and was echoed in her eyes. Her fists uncurled and she looked up into his dark pools, wiling him to understand her fears.

Enver:
Enver could be a lot of things. Petty, Selfish, a cad, and even an asshole at times. But when his wife was hurting and he could both see and feel it from her, he couldn't be those things. Though he didn't think he was doing anything wrong, the male couldn't discredit her feelings. He sighed and backed away from her. "Fine." He said reluctantly. "I'll cancel our meeting." He cleared his throat as a heavy frown fell on his lips. "Happy?" He asked her as he pulled out his phone and started typing out a text message. "It's done." He pocketed the phone and gave her a small, wry grin. "I'll hire someone else in the morning." Enver looked around them, put a hand in his suit coat pocket and then pulled out his tome. "I'll see you at home." He said before putting a kiss to her right cheek, then tomed home.

Keara:
As quick as the woman could think, she still couldn’t process what it was her husband was saying. He was relenting. He was agreeing with her. More than that though. He was agreeing to fire the woman. She blinked and reached out to touch his face as he smiled at her. He placed a kiss to her cheek and as quickly as that, he was gone. Practically glowing with love for her husband, Keara concentrated on home, catching him before he made it to the elevator. She sprung onto his back, something he was more than used to, and buried her face in his neck as her arms wrapped about his neck.
“Fire her you need not My Love. Not if she the best that available is. Only ask I do that alone with her you do not dine.”

[Enver Marshall II]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Enver:
"But we can meet alone in the office? You sure I won't try and have her on the desk in front of everyone?" Enver grumbled, even if he relented, he wasn't overly pleased he had to relent. He hadn't done anything wrong. He wasn't attracted to Cheryl, she had never made any advances at him, but still, somehow his wife managed to make him feel like he had done something wrong. Made him feel guilty. "I wasn't going to do anything with her. She's not even my type." He wanted to make sure she knew that. "And no. I'm sure I can fly someone in from somewhere that would cost twice the price, but do twice as well as she would." He wasn’t going to budge on what he already told Cheryl in a text message.

Keara:
“Camera’s in your office have I do,” she admitted; though she was sure that he knew that anyway. The words were whispered in his ear as if they were words of seduction rather than mere conversation. Keara didn’t keep secrets from Enver that weren’t someone else’s and had long ago given him access to her camera feeds. He wasn’t someone she wanted or needed any distance from, physical, emotional or otherwise, so he was welcome in every facet of her life. “Want I do the best for you. Want I do not for you with another alone to dine. A female other. If train myself to eat I must for your companion to be, attempt that I can.”

Enver:
He chuckled at her confession, having long known that by now. In fact, when he first found them, he was pissed, but then every once in a while he did a little show for her when he was alone and wondered if she ever saw the things he did. Enver certainly wasn't shy about his body, even if he was scarred to high hell. When she spoke about eating and training herself to learn the task, he frowned. "I don't eat a lot. Just for meetings." He looked at her. "I don't think that's possible anyways, Keara. The eating thing. You're not an Allurist." Enver only knew of Allurists being able to eat, so the statement was said not out of spite, but out of what he knew to be fact.

Keara:
“But try I would, for you,” she nuzzled at his neck and then leaned around him to call for the elevator. “Want I do not for you with a female alone to dine. Unless that female me is. Though need we do not for out to go, if hungry you are. Delivered something can be.” She tightened her arms about him. “Perhaps desire you do for fed to be. Do that I can.”

Enver:
"What?" He blinked and then frowned harder. "Fed? I'm not a baby. I can eat for myself if I want to eat, when I want to eat." Enver moved away from his wife then, not sure what she was getting at. "I don't want you to try. I don't want to see or hear you getting sick for no reason. It's pointless."

Keara:
He shrugged her off his back and she huffed to find her feet on the floor. “Sensual it is not for to be fed by another?” she asked wondering why her husband was so annoyed with her. She could understand him not wanting her to try and train her body to accept the useless sustenance, as it would do nothing for her but perhaps make her feel uncomfortable. Keara hadn’t eaten anything since her turning and had been a vampire far longer than she had ever been human, so the mortal appetite and the habit to eat and drink as such was nothing more than a distant memory. Until this night Keara had never even desired to attempt to swallow anything that wasn’t blood. Blood being the most divine substance ever to cross her lips. Or so she’d thought until she met and tasted her husband. Her hunger for him, far surpassed that of her hunger for the red vitae.

Enver:
"Fed off of maybe. Fed like a baby? No. Hell no." Enver growled as he shook his head. "Look, if you want to wear food and prance around here, that's one thing, but I'm not going to let you spoon feed me. I'm a grown *** man." Enver nodded his head as he turned around to face his wife, his arms crossed at his chest.

Keara:
“No intention had I for a spoon to use My Love. My hands and lips quite sufficient for the task should be.” She shook her head, shoved him into the elevator and pressed the button for their floor. “Understand you I do not. Trying I am for nice to be. Killed that woman I did not. And now sulk you do.” She leaned against the opposite wall from him, her feet crossed at the ankles, her arms folded across her chest. She watched him, her eyes caressing his body even as she glowered at him.

Enver:
Enver obviously misunderstood what his wife was saying at first, and that wasn't unusual when his mood was foul. He didn't exactly want to get someone from another country and pay more than what he was paying Cheryl. He had money, and lots of it, but in his mind, the only way to have money was to keep it. Nice. His wife was being nice. She should be in his mind. Because he hadn't done anything wrong. "If you wanted to be nice, you'd stop teasing me and carry out what you're talking about. You'd look good in coconuts." Enver said as he leaned against the door of the elevator, all too aware of his wife's eyes on him and the way those eyes were looking at him. "And you'd apologize. For thinking I'd be eating with someone for any other reason than business." He nodded as the door opened and he almost tumbled out of it because it opened but caught himself before that happened. He took a step back and stood in the doorway, preventing the door from opening as he waited.

Keara:
“Teasing you I am not. The offer made was and refused. Fed yourself you can.” She shoved past him with no word of an apology. Enver was just as bad with his jealousy as she was, if not worse as he refused to see it. As she pushed open the door of their cell, it clanged against the wall. She was feeding from his energy and reeling from his rejection, so she’d used a little too much force to enter their room. It was at times like this that she wished the rules of their room were different, as she had no desire to be naked around him, but rules were rules and she would abide by them. Walking into the bathroom, she closed the door behind her and began the task of removing her clothing in private.

Enver:
He scoffed and then scowled before Enver entered the elevator. He didn't see a reason to go in their cell as it would only lead to further arguments and tonight, he wasn't in the mood. Tonight, all Enver could see was how much money Keara cost him and how much money he might not make after it was all said and done. Finding a new person meant that he would have to put his plans aside and if there was one thing Enver hated was someone messing with his business plans and trajectories. He turned, narrowed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair as he pushed the button to return to the top floor again. When he got there, he went to the computer first and ordered some take out. Since it was going to be a long night of searching for someone, preferably male to help him take his businesses to the next level, and his dinner had been ruined, he figured food would keep him energized [Even if that was a wrong assumption]. With the order placed online and promised to him in thirty minutes, Enver opened a new browser and started his search with someone in the closest county next to Canada. His home country, the good 'ole US.

Keara:
The lack of noise should have clued Keara in to the fact that Enver hadn’t followed her. That and the fact that their bond seemed to weaken as he distanced himself from her. She was upset and hurt by his actions for the second time that night and so when she stormed out of the bathroom and found their bedroom empty she screamed. Without thought her dagger materialised in her hand and even though her instinct should have been to summon him to her side, as it usually was, she found herself stalking towards the elevator in all her naked glory. When she stepped into the attic, where she knew he’d be, she didn’t even pause to look around the room for fear of who might see her. She didn’t care. She was focused. Not that she would have cared, even if she wasn’t intent on tracking down her husband. Her movements were so quick, so graceful, that the first sign of her presence (aside from the ding of the elevator that announced someone’s arrival on that floor) was when her sharp edge of her blade touched his throat. “Next time, so kind I shall not be.” If he dared to look at his wife, he would find her body perfectly poised and her eyes full of fire; he’d know now that he was in trouble.

Enver:
He had printed a few names and their papers out by the time his wife arrived, and when Enver leaned back towards the printer, there she was with a knife. At his throat. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He growled as Enver stayed in an awkward position of leaning back in mid-air. He didn't stay there long, as someone could only hold that pause for so long before Enver fell on his *** so he was staring up at his wife now. "And what the hell are you doing?" He scrambled up and tugged his suit coat off, offering it to her. "You can't be running around here naked like that." Because Enver was the jealous sorts. Insanely so. "You said for me to feed myself. I am." He said snarkily, his arm still stretched out in offering.

Keara:
She swatted away the proffered jacket and stepped in close to him. She had barely even blinked as he’d fallen backwards and hadn’t moved a muscle to stop his descent. That was how mad she was at him. The room was already beginning to darken around them, not that Keara noticed. She was focused in on her man like hawk about to swoop on its prey. The tip of her blade pressed against his jugular and she growled, baring her teeth at him. The woman matched her man in his insanity, if not exceeded it. “Do I may as I please. This our home is. Ashamed of my form I am not.” The words were ground out over her clenched teeth, each one as sharp and menacing as the knife point at his throat. Her eyes bore into his. “Know you do that leaving me no option is.”

Enver:
"Oh, Jesus." He growled at her before he tried to swat the knife away from his wife. "I'm in the same god damn house. I'm obviously not leaving you." She was infuriating and a pain in his *** sometimes as she took things too literal. "You know what? Do it. Then what? I die and go to the realms and then you made me leave you." He was calling her bluff, because Enver was fed up with hearing the 'leaving' bit from his wife. If he had went to take a piss first instead of coming in their cell, he would have left her then too. "Was just doing what you told me to do, sweetheart." He scoffed

Keara:
If he wanted to hurt her, he was doing a great job of it. As always. When the pair argued, the argument seemed to quickly spiral out of control and while Enver may not have cared for his own skin, he did care for hers and she knew it. “Hate that word I do!” She screamed the words, shoving him away from her with one hand. The contents of the room began to rattle with her rage and then as quickly as it began, it stopped. Keara’s right hand was held over her thigh, the metal now buried deep in her flesh. She growled, twisting the blade to increase the pain, her eyes never leaving the man that in that moment no-one would believe was the love of her life.

Enver:
A hand went to the bridge of his nose as he sighed, frustrated while the room came to life. "Almost as much as I hate not eating my damn dinner. Which is going to be here in about ten minutes. Going to answer the door like that?" He asked sharply as his eyes narrowed on her. "Why can't you do something more useful with your weird Carrie crap? Like bring me a plate and some utensils to eat with?" He knew very well that he was pissing her off and pissing her off more by talking, but maybe if the room got dark, then no one would see her naked. And maybe if he said the 'right' thing, she'd stop stabbing herself.

Keara:
As much as she loved him, he had a knack for saying precisely the wrong thing and she knew it. Her glower turned dark, as the room returned to normal. Her black blood dripping from now extracted blade but never made it to the floor as the atmosphere claimed it. The wound on her thigh stitched together and the corner of her mouth twitched, briefly displaying a menacing smile. “And now she dies,” she said as she teleported herself across the city to the alleyway behind the restaurant in which Cheryl had last been seen.

Enver:
Enver was left alone with his thoughts. Who cared if Cheryl died? She wasn't going to be any use to him now anyways. She had killed Hannah, which meant more to him then Cheryl, so he sat at the computer and waited for the doorbell to ring. And when it did, he went down the elevator, to the main floor and got his order, gave the guy a generous tip, closed the door, went back to the top floor and went back to work. Cheryl was no one to him, not even an asset and Keara had killed people that meant more to him, then some woman he barely knew anything about. He popped open the container of sweet and sour pork and started devouring it as he worked.

Keara:
As angry as she was, her mind raced with ways to accomplish her goal without letting the world know that vampires existed. Her jealous mind wanted to wring the life from the woman with her bare hands before gutting her while the people about her screamed and ran. Keara had a very dark side to her that seldom saw the day of light and this was an opportunity it didn’t want to miss. Survival instincts however are equally as strong and so after a mere moment of contemplation, she stashed her dagger in the darkened alleyway and concentrated on goal. She shifted into her animal form, that of a lioness, and stalked to the front of the restaurant, waiting for the door to be opened by one of the exiting patrons, before running through it and knocking the man out of her way. People immediately began to panic, heading for the exit and she swiped at some, her paws coming away with crimson stains. She growled, letting the anger build within her. The room darkened and objects began to shake. She stalked towards the table she’d last seen the woman at only to find it empty. She sniffed at the floor, snorting when she caught Enver’s scent which elicited what sounded like a pained whimper before she headed towards the exit. If the woman was on foot she was going to track her down and rip her apart.

Enver:
A few more people were found on his search, which were also printed out. He looked at his watch to see what time it was and realized that no matter where he called in the US, it wasn't the right time to do it. He sighed, put the papers together, the top being the most promising to the least; all male. Enver set his alarm on his phone so that he was sure he'd wake up tomorrow with enough time to spare calling each individual to see if any of them matched his expectations. When this was done, he turned off the computer and returned to their cell to find it empty. Shoes and socks were discarded, followed by a tie before he went to the bed and laid down on the top of it, flicking the television on as he waited for his wife to calm down, come to her senses and come back home. With each commercial break, Enver lost another article of clothing until he was as he normally was in their cell.

Keara:
She was heading towards the station, which was rather fortunate, as had she climbed into the vehicle Keara would not have been able to follow her quite so easily and would have had to employ a number of her seeker powers to find the woman out. As she drew closer to the platform the scent grew stronger and she snarled. Everyone that saw her coming ran for cover and she jumped the turnstiles and bounded towards the platform. Wild creatures were notoriously unpredictable and so to cover up the fact that this was a murder, she knew she’d have to maim a few people on the way past. ‘Kill. Hunt. Kill. Hunt. Die.’ The words were sent to her husband as she thought them over and over on a loop in her mind. Her tail lashed from side to side like a whip as she pounced on the nearest person and sank her fangs into his shoulder before she leapt forward and took down a woman. She bit into her thigh and shivered as a gunshot echoed through the night. Thankfully for her the cops of Harper Rock rarely hit their target when firing upon supernatural beings. With no more time left to waste, she barrelled forward and leapt for Cheryl who now stood behind a pain of glass.

[Keara Aithne]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Enver:
His television show was interrupted by the thoughts of his wife and Enver sighed. He sent his own message back, 'when you're done with the dying bit, bring him some rum and a bottle of coke? Maybe some cookies too. The kind with the stuff in the middle. The chocolate stuff.' He didn’t believe for a minute his wife would follow through with her threat because Cheryl had to be long gone from the restaurant and there were people everywhere and heaven forbid the precious masquerade ever get broken.

Keara:
Keara snarled in her husband’s mind as she leapt through the glass. Shards of varying sizes fell around them, some biting into her paws as she lunged for her target, who was cowering with several other people. Her teeth sank into the arm covering the woman’s face, as if it might be able to stop the impending attack. One brave individual kicked her in the flank, but the pain didn’t distract her as she dragged Cheryl from the pack and then lunged for her throat. The woman clawed at her head but she barely felt a thing. There was the satisfying sound of fangs on bone as she clenched her jaws. Blood covered her golden fur and as the woman gargled, choking on her own blood, Keara pulled back, snorted and turned, leaping back out of the broken window, narrowly missing another round of fire before she dashed off through the city, heading for the wilderness to the east of the city.

Enver:
The snarl didn't go amiss, he knew he was goading her and in a sense expected to see her appear a second or two later after his goading. When she didn't, he sat up taller in the bed and sent a questioning thought her way, Keara? When silence was all he was given as a response, Enver grew irritated and kept sharing his thoughts with his wife. Come on. You're not going to kill anyone. Get your *** back home. He didn't care about the Masquerade, but he did care about his wife and her safety. And how she might feel after she did something so drastic.

Keara:
Settling under a tree when she was sure that she was safe, she began to lick at the large, pads of her paws. Some glass remained, wedged deep within the tender flesh and she did her best to dig it out with the large, dexterous muscle. Unfortunately this tactic had one of two results. The glass pressed deeper into her skin, or her tongue came away with a wound of its own. Enver’s voice disrupted her effort. Lost in her bestial self, she snorted in his mind by way of reply. If he wanted her, he was going to have to come to her but she didn’t say as much. She was content, glass and all, as she lay in the long grass.

Enver:
Enver sneered when she snorted in his mind, giving him a '**** you,' testament. That response irritated him, more than Enver would like to admit and more than he would admit. He stood and moved from the bed, more like stalked his way from the bed, but not before cutting off the television. Enver began to pace their room, wondering how best to get her to return home. Not because he cared about Cheryl or her life, but because this was getting ridiculous. All this over a dinner meeting. No, all this over some stupid woman and some food. No, what the problem was, was that his wife was trying to control every aspect of his life. Personal was fine, Business? Those were things he built and created and to tell him what he could and couldn't do when it didn't mean anything was ludicrous in Enver's mind. When you decide to come back home, be quiet, yeah? I've got to fly out to Rhode Island in the night to meet the possible new person. Need my sleep. So it wasn't the truth, but Enver wasn't against using any means to get what he wanted, and his wife was well aware of that.

Keara:
The guttural rumble reverberated through her as he told her he was leaving to speak to Cheryl’s possible replacement. Once again he was leaving her. Since she was still enraged and since she wasn’t entirely in control of her response, she summoned Enver to her as she worked purely on instinct. The moment he appeared, she snarled, baring her blood stained jaws at him.

Enver:
There he stood before a lion, half naked in the city. He didn't need to take two guesses to figure out who it was that summoned him, or how he even got here. "What the hell, Kea-" He stopped and just stared at his wife. "Did you? Cheryl?" Enver groaned and ran a hand through his hair and started to pace. "You actually killed Cheryl? In front of people? Like that?" He glared down at the lioness, stopped pacing and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Really?" He sighed, exasperated.

Keara:
Keara purred by way of answer, as instinct had her licking at her wounded paws again. She couldn’t understand Enver’s reluctance to believe her. Had she ever lied to him? No. She was incapable of it and he knew it. She’d said she was going to kill the woman and when he failed to show up and intervene, she had carried out her threat. She may have even killed a couple of innocents too, though her intent had been simply to maul them to make the attack on Cheryl seem a little more authentic. Not that she believed the mortals would ever believe that the lioness had a target in mind when she went on the prowl.

Enver:
He groaned and let a hand plant to his face as she purred. Keara was delighted that she had killed a woman that meant nothing to him. "Bad Kitty." Enver growled at her as his hand moved from his face and he waved a finger at the large lioness, scolding it as if it were just a house pet that had ruined a plant or tore up something when left alone. "You can't just kill people over nothing. Absolutely nothing. Over me, Keara." Enver shook his head. "So now what? Just going to go around killing everyone now that we're at it? Or maybe just women?" Deep down Enver knew that he could be just as bad as his wife, if not worse, but right now he appeared to be the saner of the bunch and he had no issue portraying how crazy she was acting over nothing.

Keara:
‘Kill regularly for you I do,’ she admitted. The animal in her growing weaker as her rage subsided. ‘When tried you did not for me to stop, your permission gave you did for me this to do.’ The lioness nodded, her large brown eyes following her husband as if he were her prey.

Enver:
His jaw clenched as his temper was rekindled. "KILL REGULARLY?" Enver bellowed out, not caring who was around or what they might think if they stumbled on a guy talking to a lioness. "I never have asked you to kill for me. I don't believe in-" He paused thinking about what he was going to say. Enver didn't believe in violence or killing, but the truth was, he had killed people, more than he would like to admit since being with his wife. "PERMISSION? No, I was expecting you to come to your damn senses! I would never-just-are you listening to what you're saying? You know how I feel about killing. This isn't my fault." Enver began to pace once again, wondering if maybe this was his fault.

Keara:
‘Told you I did what planned I had for to do. If permission giving me you were not. Then thought of me as a liar you did.’ She sniffed at her paws and whined, hoping Enver would remove the glass before she changed back to her human form. Not that she wasn’t comfortable as she was, or that she couldn’t remove the glass herself if she shifted again. The only issue she had was that the slivers of glass were rather small in comparison to the size of her paws. If she were to shift back as she were, the wounds would tear. She’d never shifted with a foreign material embedded in her before either, so she couldn’t be certain than the skin would shift about the shards, drawing them deeper and hiding them within her hands.

Enver:
"No. Don't you pin this on me." Enver glared down at her as she whined and noticed that the lioness was wounded. His wife was injured. He felt a lot of things. First was the need to make sure his wife wouldn't remain wounded and that she had gotten wounded because of this fight. Which meant it was at least half his fault she was wounded. The other emotion he felt was annoyance at being blamed for all of it. Like she didn't play a part in killing Cheryl. The third was guilt. Guilt that maybe he did play a part in Cheryl's death. Maybe not hers entirely but whoever else his wife had killed in her outrage. "NO, thought you crazy, I did." He shook his head, realizing how much he sounded like his wife at that phrasing. "I thought you were over-reacting. I still do!" He moved closer to the lioness as he shook his head and then sat in front of her, grabbing one of her paws so he could look at it better.

Keara:
If a lioness was capable of pouting, that was exactly what this one would be doing. ‘Like that word I do not and know that you do. No need is there for fun of me to make. Angry I was. Calm me you rarely do. Like you do for my boundaries to test. Know you do that kill I shall. Frail creatures respected should be, but no remorse have I for their lives to take. Not when deemed it necessary I have.’ With Enver now close to her, she lapped at his hand. She may still be annoyed at him, just as he was with her, but he seemed willing to help her regardless and no matter how angry she became, her love for him never faltered.

Enver:
Enver stopped what he was doing and looked at her. "It wasn't necessary. Not this time." He pulled a large sliver of glass from the front of her paws and grumbled. "And I know you don't like that word, but I don't like you telling me that you killing someone is my fault." He tossed the large piece of glass to the side before stroking the lioness on the side of her body. "There was no reason to kill Cheryl. Not when your anger is placed at me."

Keara:
‘The same of Andrew said could be. But took his life you did,’ she reminded him. She wasn’t trying to annoy him, she was simply stating a fact. They had been down this road several times and had walked in one another’s shoes. ‘Like I do not for any between us to come. Know this you do. Tried I did for nice to be. And rude you were. Mean. Angered me you did. Mattered not that behaved I had. So took my revenge I did.’ Keara was only prone to such petty and extreme reactions when Enver was involved. He drove her crazy in all the right and wrong ways.

Enver:
Enver pulled out another piece of glass in silence and tossed it aside. "Yeah, yeah." He said with a nod. Andrew had been an exception to this sort of thing, because Enver knew the guy had the hots for his wife, even if his wife didn't believe that for a minute. Enver knew better. His wife should have known and seen that Cheryl didn't even bat a lash in Enver's direction, in his mind. "Fine. I'm sorry. But I don't think this is anything like Andrew's scenario." He said with a solid, single nod.

Keara:
Keara lapped at his face with her large, rough tongue. She didn’t admit that the circumstances were different, because to her they weren’t. But she was willing to drop the subject if her husband was. What he’d said and done hadn’t really been all that bad, not that Keara would likely admit that now. She hated when she felt like she was being pushed away from him, like he was leaving her, and she just couldn’t help the madness that bubbled up when that happened. She could cope with anything but that. Well, almost anything.

Enver:
Enver pushed the large cat away when her tongue danced over his face, purely out of instinct as he would have done with any animal that did that to him. He chuckled, gave the cat another rub on the side of its body and then stood. "Did I get it all?" Enver looked down at the cat's paw, inspecting it. "Can't hardly see anything with all this blood on your damn paws." Enver complained as he rubbed at the red on her paws, trying to get the blood off on an unconscious level.

Keara:
The large feline batted him softly with another paw, wanting him to inspect it. Glass had punctured each of her four paws and he’d probably have to inspect them all. She could have said the words but she was feeling rather playful now that the threat to her relationship had been removed. Stretching, she rolled onto her back and waited for her husband to do what was necessary. Her tail swished and her head curled towards him. She shuffled a little as if itching her back on the ground but the only reason she moved was to work herself a little closer to him.

Enver:
"I think we probably look rather ridiculous and like a large Masquerade violation." Enver said with an amused smirk on his face as he worked the glass out of the other front paw. Did she know that when she was in this sort of mood that she didn't care about that stuff like she claimed she did? He wouldn't say anything, secretly chuffed his wife was becoming more and more laxed with caring about what she was and who was around. "Good kitty." He said as it scooted closer to him, and yeah, he even gave it a stroke like he would if it really were a cat. His cat. "No more lioness killings in busy places, yeah? Anything could have happened to you and I don't know the first thing about zoo security." He professed as Enver finished getting the other paws clean from glass.

Keara:
The cat made a noise that was somewhere between a growl and a purr. She was laughing, something he may have picked up through their bond as she was completely content now. He was silly. Zoo security didn’t faze her. She would simply hide and teleport home the moment she was able to do so. When he was done, she transformed back into her normal form and stretched on the grass at his feet. “Far enough from the city we are for not to worry over that we are My Love. The demi-fae more of a concern to us are.” She quickly looped her cut hand behind his neck and pulled him down to her, kissing him passionately. “Learn you should that capable I am of much craziness when at my side you are not. Think of that you must when leave me alone next you do while angry or upset I am.” It sounded like a playful warning but her words were serious in nature and it was a lesson that Enver would have to learn if he wanted to avoid these kinds of situations in the future.

Enver:
The fae. Enver glared and looked around the area they were in, expecting a few to appear at any second. Eskoph had told him a few years ago not to trust the fae or that Crow asshole, though Enver already knew the latter. Her kiss distracted him until she talked again, his attention focused on the potential problem they might find themselves in soon enough. "We should get out of here before we encounter those fae assholes." Enver said as he rolled off and away from his wife, taking her with him before he stood and hauled her up in a stand with him by the elbow. "And I'll take your advice into consideration." He had been listening, while focused on the fae that was around. "Or you could try your hand at killing a fae." Enver grinned cheekily. "I hear they're kind of cute." He wasn't being serious and he knew he was playing a very dangerous game of his wife turning on him, so he laughed and pulled her in to his arms. "Let's go home before you set the woods on fire."

Keara:
Keara had no intention of trying to take on the fae unarmed. She seriously doubted that her dagger would be of much use against the creatures anyways. This thought however did serve as a reminder to the fact that she had left the object in the alleyway by the restaurant and so she called it to her hand. Without a tome to help her home, or any clothing for that matter, she was going to have to use one of her vampiric gifts to get her home. Enver’s words had done little to sour her mood, so she lightly pressed her lips to his before pulling back with a teasing smile on her lips. “Race you home I shall.” That said, she disappeared, teleporting herself to the sewer entrance to their home before running to the elevator.

Enver:
He chuckled, but knew he wasn't going to race her. There wasn't any point to race her because she could be there in just a thought. Enver waited a few seconds, then vanished as quick as he had entered the woods with the aid of his celerity. Enver was at the front door of the asylum at about the time she probably was inside the home. The alarm and camera would let Keara know he was home and that was when he raced her, hoping to beat her to calling the elevator. But it seemed tonight, he was just a tad too slow on the uptake. But that was fine by him. He couldn't win them all, could he?