She stared at the two pack of black and orange colored Motorola walkie talkies. What the heck was she going to do with them? Rather, what did she need them for? It certainly wasn't the prize she was hoping to win in the workplace raffle, but it was the one she won. Hannah had tried to trade the walkies for the better prize-the one she wanted, but her attempts had led her nowhere. Not that she could blame the guy for not wanting to give the pair of tickets she had wanted. Apparently, his wife's birthday was coming up and so he thought they would be the perfect birthday gift.
So now they sat on her dining room table, still in the package. Since Hannah preferred to do things along, like hiking and rock climbing and even fishing, she didn't need them. Walkie talkies only worked if there was another person in the equation on one of her many expeditions. Then, the thought struck her. She knew someone, or maybe a couple someone's that might get use out of them. If not, well, they could figure out what to do with them and pass them to a new home.
Hannah grabbed the blue coat she had been wearing earlier in the day, slipped it over both arms and shoulder and then grabbed her car keys. After the walkie talkies were tucked under her left arm, Hannah grabbed her phone and sent Judah a text. [text: Hope you're not busy and are home. If not, I'll leave what I have for you, or Louvel on the steps.] With that taken care of, Hannah was out the door and heading out to the spot for her car. Finally, she was able to acquire one, after months of living here. As nice as this place was, they should get more parking spots, or a better system in place. It was a joke in her eyes to have to pay for a spot, when the rent was already steep in Hannah's mind. Not that she was paying for it, but if she was...her notice would be sent out next month and she would be looking for a new place.
When Hannah got to her car, she gently tossed the orange and black talkies in the passenger side, closed the driver door and glanced at her phone. While there was no reply from Jude yet, that wasn't going to stop Hannah from popping over. If no one was home, they would see the walkie talkies when they got home. With a flick of her wrist and the car key, the black four door roared to life, and she was on her way to the manor.
When she arrived at the manor, Hannah parked near the same spot she had the last time she was here. A quick sweep of her eyes revealed no one outside, but she could really only see the outside of the house and the few lights that were on, inside the estate. That meant that someone had to be home, right? If not Jude, then maybe the ever elusive August, or even Louvel himself. Only one way to find out. While her right hand snagged up the two pack of talkies, Hannah’s left opened the driver side door. The talkies were once again tucked under her arm so she could close the door and lock it with her key fab. With a slow, but determined stride Hannah made her way to the Manor, and up the stairs. Once there, she rang the bell with her left middle finger, took a step back and simply waited to see which Von Der Marck male greeted her tonight.
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The Lioness of the lineage had been aimlessly wandering about the manor, exploring old corners and newfound crannies that she’d never taken the time to inspect before. It was a rare few hours on her own that night and she made the most of them; Jude was off at the church, she thought, though she wasn’t sure where August might be. Either with him, or with his grandparents. Alaric - who knew where? As he became more and more used to the modern world around him, so too did the Patriarch find his way outside the walls of the estate more often, or holed up in the library, though he always returned to rest for the day. He could almost always be counted upon for a few moments of time, to touch base with their blood fount and renew the connections that always seemed to be growing between them all. Louvel, she knew, would be tending to some part of the estate. She’d left him, in all his glory, working that day no matter how much she wanted to tag along and simply watch him. She hadn’t been needed, and for whatever was on his list that day, her company would only hinder him, and so, Leonie had found the evening to be her own. Still, she couldn’t help sending a text his way, knowing he’d answer when and if he were able.
Hurry UP. I’m waiting...
She had to smirk. So far, he didn’t care much what the Lioness wore, but even she had to admit the concert tank, a metal band’s logo blazed across the chest, and short shorts, were a winning combination. Perhaps they’d move past the slow, steady tease and piquing interest at last, though she wasn’t about to push for more, or treat him with anything less than care, and patience, and respect. Whatever was brewing demanded far more than that.
She turned off lights as she moved from room to room; a particular source of interest that night had been in the many hidden compartments near to the front of the house. But before she could really dig in to the latest one she found, the doorbell rang, shrill and sharp, echoing in the silence. The Lioness dusted her hands off on her shorts, curious, and made her way to the front door; one not often in use, either. And as she swung it open, a rise of a brow accompanied her surprise. The blonde standing before her on the massive front step wasn’t someone known to her. But her sense of politeness hadn’t quite been lost.
“Hi. Can I help you?”
Hurry UP. I’m waiting...
She had to smirk. So far, he didn’t care much what the Lioness wore, but even she had to admit the concert tank, a metal band’s logo blazed across the chest, and short shorts, were a winning combination. Perhaps they’d move past the slow, steady tease and piquing interest at last, though she wasn’t about to push for more, or treat him with anything less than care, and patience, and respect. Whatever was brewing demanded far more than that.
She turned off lights as she moved from room to room; a particular source of interest that night had been in the many hidden compartments near to the front of the house. But before she could really dig in to the latest one she found, the doorbell rang, shrill and sharp, echoing in the silence. The Lioness dusted her hands off on her shorts, curious, and made her way to the front door; one not often in use, either. And as she swung it open, a rise of a brow accompanied her surprise. The blonde standing before her on the massive front step wasn’t someone known to her. But her sense of politeness hadn’t quite been lost.
“Hi. Can I help you?”
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The library had become Alaric’s haven. When he was not sleeping, and when he was not out on the grounds and taking in the fresh air, he was in the library. If he was not poring over the books that remained that were in German, he had the same books open to the same pages in English also. Learning the new language was proving to be a difficulty, and Alaric was stubborn. Why was it a requirement? Those who resided in his home with him spoke the language that he spoke. What reason was there for him to learn a language that he had no need to speak?
The arguments were clear, however; there were other family members who would come and go. There would be gatherings, after the news had spread, and there would be plenty who would not know German. When he began to wander more into the city, there’d be local citizens who would not know German. The language would be, if not a requirement, a boon. A bonus.
As he scrutinized the words and the texts that had been given to him by his family, his brow furrowed. It concerned him, that the news had spread. It was not something that he could have slowed; by the time he had the wits and the wonder to realise how far it could spread, it had already been done. He could not explain that he had been betrayed by blood once before, and thus some caution resided within his heart. It was now more important to get his affairs in order, to strengthen the family and arm them against any possible danger.
He was lost within a flurry of words when an infernal bell sounded. It so startled the elder that he flew backward in his chair, nearly throwing the wooden thing off balance. It scraped unceremoniously on the floor, the echo of the furniture’s scream echoing from the vast, domed roof. One of the heavy books was knocked to the ground, slamming like the crack of a bullet.
For a few seconds he sat motionless, waiting for some violence to follow. There was no more noise, however, and he was forced to stand from his position, and to wander toward the doorway. Sticking his out into the hallway, he closed his eyes and stretched his hearing. He heard Leonie’s voice. Stalking out onto the landing, silent with his bare feet, Alaric hurried down the hall and to the steps that descended to the front hall.
At the bottom, he opened his mouth to ask what the noise had been, to ask what was wrong; the front door was open and Leonie stood in front of it – whoever stood beyond, Alaric did not get a good look at. He was far too disconcerted by the amount of skin on show from his wayward descendant. Was she wearing only underwear?! Did people commonly answer their doors in underwear?!
Although Alaric had been to the city, although he was aware that women, these days, had a lot more liberties with their clothing than they did when he was alive, he still could not help but avert his gaze. It still felt improper to be in the presence of a lady so lacking in attire. All he could do was clear his throat and stare at the floor nearby. He himself wore a shirt he was constantly tugging at, assuming it to be too small when he was assured that it was the right size. The denim was heavy on his legs, but it was at least more easily adapted to than the t-shirts.
”Alles ist gut, Leonie? Was war das für ein Geräusch?” he asked, still unsure where to look.
The arguments were clear, however; there were other family members who would come and go. There would be gatherings, after the news had spread, and there would be plenty who would not know German. When he began to wander more into the city, there’d be local citizens who would not know German. The language would be, if not a requirement, a boon. A bonus.
As he scrutinized the words and the texts that had been given to him by his family, his brow furrowed. It concerned him, that the news had spread. It was not something that he could have slowed; by the time he had the wits and the wonder to realise how far it could spread, it had already been done. He could not explain that he had been betrayed by blood once before, and thus some caution resided within his heart. It was now more important to get his affairs in order, to strengthen the family and arm them against any possible danger.
He was lost within a flurry of words when an infernal bell sounded. It so startled the elder that he flew backward in his chair, nearly throwing the wooden thing off balance. It scraped unceremoniously on the floor, the echo of the furniture’s scream echoing from the vast, domed roof. One of the heavy books was knocked to the ground, slamming like the crack of a bullet.
For a few seconds he sat motionless, waiting for some violence to follow. There was no more noise, however, and he was forced to stand from his position, and to wander toward the doorway. Sticking his out into the hallway, he closed his eyes and stretched his hearing. He heard Leonie’s voice. Stalking out onto the landing, silent with his bare feet, Alaric hurried down the hall and to the steps that descended to the front hall.
At the bottom, he opened his mouth to ask what the noise had been, to ask what was wrong; the front door was open and Leonie stood in front of it – whoever stood beyond, Alaric did not get a good look at. He was far too disconcerted by the amount of skin on show from his wayward descendant. Was she wearing only underwear?! Did people commonly answer their doors in underwear?!
Although Alaric had been to the city, although he was aware that women, these days, had a lot more liberties with their clothing than they did when he was alive, he still could not help but avert his gaze. It still felt improper to be in the presence of a lady so lacking in attire. All he could do was clear his throat and stare at the floor nearby. He himself wore a shirt he was constantly tugging at, assuming it to be too small when he was assured that it was the right size. The denim was heavy on his legs, but it was at least more easily adapted to than the t-shirts.
”Alles ist gut, Leonie? Was war das für ein Geräusch?” he asked, still unsure where to look.
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TRANSLATION: * Is everything well, Leonie? What was that sound?
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“It is not the same thing at all.” With the press of his boots on the mat beneath where he stood the keeper’s feet alternated the task of heel to toe removal of each dirt covered shoe. “I will figure it out but finish up the stalls until I get back to you. Later.”
The cell was on it's way to his pocket when it flashed an incoming message. He glanced at the screen where it was at hip level and read the text. He smiled and slid the device into his back pocket while he made his way through the various hallways passing several spacious rooms of purpose. Coming in from the rear had him witnessing the back of Leonie at the door holding it open. His hands lifted up and curled to hold the door at each side. It was a beautiful night. Indoors it seemed to be no different. While he stood and did nothing particular except get lost in the ease of viewing the scene before him it was interrupted. Alaric arrived from above and was joining in. Evidently someone had arrived at the door. His hands dropped and found a place in each front pocket.
A few steps forward had him closer. He started rolling up the sleeves of the flannel work shirt avoiding the temptation to answer Alaric's questioning of what unfamiliar sound had pulled him from wherever he was prior. Louvel learned just enough to discover Hannah was the one at the door. Mossy orbs bounced quickly back to the von der Marck patriarch who happened to be filling out his attire nicely. His physique was timeless. Unfortunately informing him of what a doorbell was could lead to question of that if Hannah were to catch on. He had no clue if she spoke German or not. He could answer without drawing attention to the modern convenience if she perhaps did.
”Die Türklingel. Wenn der Ton unangenehm ist, kann ich es entfernen.” Louvel nodded once he made eye contact with Hannah. His gave his jaw a massage with his fingertips then stepped back. “Erlauben Sie mir, Ihnen zu Hannah einzuführen. Ein Freund von Judah und I.”
“Hannah this is Leonie von der Marck and…” Louvel glanced to their patriarch who appeared not much older than what Lou himself was- thirty two years young. It took a few noticeable seconds for him to stop the visual twice over he gave his elder. It was difficult to avoid. The vampire seemed to be getting in better shape every night he crossed paths with him. “Alaric von der Marck.
Normally he would have invited in Hannah but standing next to Alaric and given his adjusting to the world around him it was not his place. The estate and manor was his. He would not bring more to him unless he was ready. Surely he would decide that for himself and either Hannah would be invited in or dealt with at the door. Until either or happened he figured he would go find that drink he was coming in for. Turning on his heels he pulled out his cell and sent Judah a quick text to let him know Hannah was at the door. Maybe they had plans? He tucked the phone back in his pocket and found his way to the kitchen.
“It is not the same thing at all.” With the press of his boots on the mat beneath where he stood the keeper’s feet alternated the task of heel to toe removal of each dirt covered shoe. “I will figure it out but finish up the stalls until I get back to you. Later.”
The cell was on it's way to his pocket when it flashed an incoming message. He glanced at the screen where it was at hip level and read the text. He smiled and slid the device into his back pocket while he made his way through the various hallways passing several spacious rooms of purpose. Coming in from the rear had him witnessing the back of Leonie at the door holding it open. His hands lifted up and curled to hold the door at each side. It was a beautiful night. Indoors it seemed to be no different. While he stood and did nothing particular except get lost in the ease of viewing the scene before him it was interrupted. Alaric arrived from above and was joining in. Evidently someone had arrived at the door. His hands dropped and found a place in each front pocket.
A few steps forward had him closer. He started rolling up the sleeves of the flannel work shirt avoiding the temptation to answer Alaric's questioning of what unfamiliar sound had pulled him from wherever he was prior. Louvel learned just enough to discover Hannah was the one at the door. Mossy orbs bounced quickly back to the von der Marck patriarch who happened to be filling out his attire nicely. His physique was timeless. Unfortunately informing him of what a doorbell was could lead to question of that if Hannah were to catch on. He had no clue if she spoke German or not. He could answer without drawing attention to the modern convenience if she perhaps did.
”Die Türklingel. Wenn der Ton unangenehm ist, kann ich es entfernen.” Louvel nodded once he made eye contact with Hannah. His gave his jaw a massage with his fingertips then stepped back. “Erlauben Sie mir, Ihnen zu Hannah einzuführen. Ein Freund von Judah und I.”
“Hannah this is Leonie von der Marck and…” Louvel glanced to their patriarch who appeared not much older than what Lou himself was- thirty two years young. It took a few noticeable seconds for him to stop the visual twice over he gave his elder. It was difficult to avoid. The vampire seemed to be getting in better shape every night he crossed paths with him. “Alaric von der Marck.
Normally he would have invited in Hannah but standing next to Alaric and given his adjusting to the world around him it was not his place. The estate and manor was his. He would not bring more to him unless he was ready. Surely he would decide that for himself and either Hannah would be invited in or dealt with at the door. Until either or happened he figured he would go find that drink he was coming in for. Turning on his heels he pulled out his cell and sent Judah a quick text to let him know Hannah was at the door. Maybe they had plans? He tucked the phone back in his pocket and found his way to the kitchen.
Translations:
* The doorbell. If the sound is uncomfortable , I can remove it .
** Allow me to introduce you to Hannah. A friend of Judas and I.
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Hannah took another step backwards as the door came open and a woman answered it. Her eyes looked at the front door, and the features of the house near the front door, as if second guessing herself. Had she potentially gone to the wrong house? Hannah seriously doubted it, but she knew this wasn't Mirella, and knowing that Jude's wife was dead, it couldn't very well be Anna either. She was just about to speak when there was a loud sound from inside the house. It wasn't close, but it was heard regardless. “Uhm..” Hannah moved the two pack of walkie talkies from one hand, to the other as her weight was shifted on her black heels, so that the left side of her hip protruded outwards a little as she stood there in uncertainty. “Maybe? I think so. Probably.” Hannah was about to ask for either Jude or Louvel, when there was a male voice-one she didn't know, speaking in...dutch maybe? Hannah wasn't familiar with German, or Dutch...she could ask where the bathroom was in Spanish, but knew whatever was being said didn't sound like Spanish. Which by default ruled out French, because Hannah found them to be similar in some respects.
“I'm sorry, I didn't realize other people would be here. I'm interrupting...something. I can come back later.” Hannah said apologetically as her left foot slid backwards a little bit, slowly gaining momentum to turn around and leave. “I'll just call Jude or Louvel later.” They say speak of the devil and he would appear, and that's just what happened with Louvel. While Hannah couldn't understand what Louvel was saying; other than her name drop, she knew it was him speaking before she could actually see him. When Louvel gave Hannah the mysterious female's name, Leonie, all she could do was wave to the woman with her free hand. At the mention of the name 'Alaric Von Der Marck,' Hannah's eyes widened a little and her feet came together as she stood there. The first thought that came to her mind was that it couldn't possible be 'the' Alaric Jude told her about, but then again, how common was the name Alaric? Hannah had only heard it once before tonight, and that was thanks to Jude.
And just as she was about to talk to Louvel, he was gone and she was left standing there with one visible stranger and one not so visible, potential vampire. “Uhm, yeah. So I'm Hannah and I was hoping that Jude was here. Or Louvel, but-” Her eyes went to where Louvel had once been standing, but came up with no Louvel. “But like I said, I can come back another day, and another time too. It's not that big of a deal.” Actually, now that she thought about it, she could just give the talkies to Leonie and if they made it to either of the two men, great. If not, she wouldn't know, and wouldn't bother her one way or another. “I went camping with them once...” Hannah started as she took a step forward, eyes on Leonie, so not to try and look at Alaric. While Jude claimed her was nice, she couldn't really be too sure, could she? “Anyways, I won these at a work thing. I don't get a lot of time off, so I figured maybe one, or both of them could use these.” Hannah held out the two pack of walkies to Leonie, her eyes slowly moving from the woman and to the door, keeping herself alert to what Alaric may or may not do.
Hannah took another step backwards as the door came open and a woman answered it. Her eyes looked at the front door, and the features of the house near the front door, as if second guessing herself. Had she potentially gone to the wrong house? Hannah seriously doubted it, but she knew this wasn't Mirella, and knowing that Jude's wife was dead, it couldn't very well be Anna either. She was just about to speak when there was a loud sound from inside the house. It wasn't close, but it was heard regardless. “Uhm..” Hannah moved the two pack of walkie talkies from one hand, to the other as her weight was shifted on her black heels, so that the left side of her hip protruded outwards a little as she stood there in uncertainty. “Maybe? I think so. Probably.” Hannah was about to ask for either Jude or Louvel, when there was a male voice-one she didn't know, speaking in...dutch maybe? Hannah wasn't familiar with German, or Dutch...she could ask where the bathroom was in Spanish, but knew whatever was being said didn't sound like Spanish. Which by default ruled out French, because Hannah found them to be similar in some respects.
“I'm sorry, I didn't realize other people would be here. I'm interrupting...something. I can come back later.” Hannah said apologetically as her left foot slid backwards a little bit, slowly gaining momentum to turn around and leave. “I'll just call Jude or Louvel later.” They say speak of the devil and he would appear, and that's just what happened with Louvel. While Hannah couldn't understand what Louvel was saying; other than her name drop, she knew it was him speaking before she could actually see him. When Louvel gave Hannah the mysterious female's name, Leonie, all she could do was wave to the woman with her free hand. At the mention of the name 'Alaric Von Der Marck,' Hannah's eyes widened a little and her feet came together as she stood there. The first thought that came to her mind was that it couldn't possible be 'the' Alaric Jude told her about, but then again, how common was the name Alaric? Hannah had only heard it once before tonight, and that was thanks to Jude.
And just as she was about to talk to Louvel, he was gone and she was left standing there with one visible stranger and one not so visible, potential vampire. “Uhm, yeah. So I'm Hannah and I was hoping that Jude was here. Or Louvel, but-” Her eyes went to where Louvel had once been standing, but came up with no Louvel. “But like I said, I can come back another day, and another time too. It's not that big of a deal.” Actually, now that she thought about it, she could just give the talkies to Leonie and if they made it to either of the two men, great. If not, she wouldn't know, and wouldn't bother her one way or another. “I went camping with them once...” Hannah started as she took a step forward, eyes on Leonie, so not to try and look at Alaric. While Jude claimed her was nice, she couldn't really be too sure, could she? “Anyways, I won these at a work thing. I don't get a lot of time off, so I figured maybe one, or both of them could use these.” Hannah held out the two pack of walkies to Leonie, her eyes slowly moving from the woman and to the door, keeping herself alert to what Alaric may or may not do.
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The Lioness raised a brow with almost gleeful delight at the sheer worry on the other woman’s face. But before she could so much as reply Alaric had made his way partly down the stair and she turned to look at him, doing her damndest not to fall over laughing. She tried very hard to dress a little more conservatively around him in general, but she hadn’t known he would be home that particular night. The look on his face was absolutely priceless, though she was resolute in trying to maintain a straight face of her own as she called, over her shoulder:
“Es ist in Ordnung, Alaric. Nur an der Tür.”
Of course, all of this was just as she felt eyes upon her from behind and it was all she could do to not turn around as she heard his voice from over her shoulder, introducing them before he tried to slink away. She cleared her throat with an all too amused look upon her face before her attention moved back to the blonde woman. “You aren’t interrupting anything, Hannah. I live here. So do they,” she added with a soft grin as she reached at the very last second and hooked a finger in Louvel’s lapel with a very pointed look, as if to say ‘oh helllll no are you sneaking away so soon.’
There was much to be explained and the Lioness for one had several questions, but ones she would ask later when they were alone again. In the meantime, she simply arched a brow, deliberately hanging onto the male and stepping aside, as he had, to allow Alaric to decide if the woman would be invited in.
She accepted the package Hannah held in one hand, a very pointed look moving Louvel’s way at the mention of camping, and simply stepped aside before practically dragging him to the door. “I’m not sure where Jude is at the moment, but Louvel is ... right... here,” she said, that smile never leaving her lips at the sheer awkwardness of the moment. The Patriarch on the steps needed protecting at all costs, though, and Leonie was prepared to simply refer to him as Alaric and the current owner of the estate rather than suggest he was the elder of old. Beyond the obvious concern over an outsider with any knowledge of him, there was the highly amusing and oh-so-curious question over how Louvel knew Hannah. She couldn’t quite stem the little tendril of jealousy slipping through her veins, but for the moment, she would let that slide in favor of allowing for a better explanation of their acquaintance.
“Es ist in Ordnung, Alaric. Nur an der Tür.”
Of course, all of this was just as she felt eyes upon her from behind and it was all she could do to not turn around as she heard his voice from over her shoulder, introducing them before he tried to slink away. She cleared her throat with an all too amused look upon her face before her attention moved back to the blonde woman. “You aren’t interrupting anything, Hannah. I live here. So do they,” she added with a soft grin as she reached at the very last second and hooked a finger in Louvel’s lapel with a very pointed look, as if to say ‘oh helllll no are you sneaking away so soon.’
There was much to be explained and the Lioness for one had several questions, but ones she would ask later when they were alone again. In the meantime, she simply arched a brow, deliberately hanging onto the male and stepping aside, as he had, to allow Alaric to decide if the woman would be invited in.
She accepted the package Hannah held in one hand, a very pointed look moving Louvel’s way at the mention of camping, and simply stepped aside before practically dragging him to the door. “I’m not sure where Jude is at the moment, but Louvel is ... right... here,” she said, that smile never leaving her lips at the sheer awkwardness of the moment. The Patriarch on the steps needed protecting at all costs, though, and Leonie was prepared to simply refer to him as Alaric and the current owner of the estate rather than suggest he was the elder of old. Beyond the obvious concern over an outsider with any knowledge of him, there was the highly amusing and oh-so-curious question over how Louvel knew Hannah. She couldn’t quite stem the little tendril of jealousy slipping through her veins, but for the moment, she would let that slide in favor of allowing for a better explanation of their acquaintance.
Translation: Its fine, Alaric. Just the doorbell.
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The doorbell, Alaric was informed not just by one, but two of the young members of his family. It was a tool to summon everyone in the household to the front door; Alaric considered it, the next time he wanted to call a family meeting. He would step out onto the front landing, close the door behind him, and push the doorbell.
The concept, of course, was not entirely foreign. Alaric’s brains were not so crumbled and rusted that he could not understand it. The door had a bell; his own had one had a bell, too. It was an old bell that visitors would ring to summon the maid, who would then make said visitor comfortable while the householder was informed of their presence. Alaric had often had said visitors then escorted into his study – the room within which he had sorted his affairs, his tenants, his taxes, his land. Upon moving to Harper Rock and within this very manor he had not had much to do with the door or its bell. He had been a recluse, and most who came to visit were not looking for him. They did not know of his existence.
Alaric, of course, did not see Leonie’s face nor her struggle therein. His attention was forced to Louvel, assuming that the male would share Alaric’s horror at Leonie’s state of undress. Instead of seeing horror writ upon Louvel’s features, however, he only saw a peculiar kind of admiration. This, in turn, silenced Alaric, his curiosity aroused. He would pull Louvel aside later to have a talk about what was expected in this age, and what was accepted. It would be improper to bring up the subject now, in front of their guest.
This Hannah was introduced as a friend, and yet neither Louvel nor Leonie had invited her inside. Tentatively taking the last few steps down into the front hall, Alaric was finally afforded a view of Hannah, and she of him. He could not help the release of breath, the relief that she was covered – even if it still took some getting used to, seeing women in pants that had before been reserved only for men’s wear.
Most of the conversation was had in that infernal language that Alaric did not understand, aside from a few specific words. Not enough to understand the conversation, however. He stood by his descendants, glancing between them and the stranger, nodding his greeting though assuming any conversation he tried to start with her would not be understood. Instead, he turned to Leonie and Louvel.
“Es ist üblich geworden, dass die Gäste an der Vorderseite Schritt?” he asked.
They were laughing. Leonie seemed to be positively beaming. Alaric felt like the eccentric uncle who was missing a couple of crucial plot points. But he was too curious to slip away. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the bright red of a throw that had been tossed over one of the armchairs in the living room through the door to the right. He wandered off if only for five seconds, bringing said throw back to drape it over Leonie's shoulders, trying to be subtle. As if no one would notice.
The concept, of course, was not entirely foreign. Alaric’s brains were not so crumbled and rusted that he could not understand it. The door had a bell; his own had one had a bell, too. It was an old bell that visitors would ring to summon the maid, who would then make said visitor comfortable while the householder was informed of their presence. Alaric had often had said visitors then escorted into his study – the room within which he had sorted his affairs, his tenants, his taxes, his land. Upon moving to Harper Rock and within this very manor he had not had much to do with the door or its bell. He had been a recluse, and most who came to visit were not looking for him. They did not know of his existence.
Alaric, of course, did not see Leonie’s face nor her struggle therein. His attention was forced to Louvel, assuming that the male would share Alaric’s horror at Leonie’s state of undress. Instead of seeing horror writ upon Louvel’s features, however, he only saw a peculiar kind of admiration. This, in turn, silenced Alaric, his curiosity aroused. He would pull Louvel aside later to have a talk about what was expected in this age, and what was accepted. It would be improper to bring up the subject now, in front of their guest.
This Hannah was introduced as a friend, and yet neither Louvel nor Leonie had invited her inside. Tentatively taking the last few steps down into the front hall, Alaric was finally afforded a view of Hannah, and she of him. He could not help the release of breath, the relief that she was covered – even if it still took some getting used to, seeing women in pants that had before been reserved only for men’s wear.
Most of the conversation was had in that infernal language that Alaric did not understand, aside from a few specific words. Not enough to understand the conversation, however. He stood by his descendants, glancing between them and the stranger, nodding his greeting though assuming any conversation he tried to start with her would not be understood. Instead, he turned to Leonie and Louvel.
“Es ist üblich geworden, dass die Gäste an der Vorderseite Schritt?” he asked.
They were laughing. Leonie seemed to be positively beaming. Alaric felt like the eccentric uncle who was missing a couple of crucial plot points. But he was too curious to slip away. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the bright red of a throw that had been tossed over one of the armchairs in the living room through the door to the right. He wandered off if only for five seconds, bringing said throw back to drape it over Leonie's shoulders, trying to be subtle. As if no one would notice.
TRANSLATION: * Has it become customary to leave guests on the front step?
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The manor was massive. Which meant that the front hall they were all standing in was spacious as well. Even more so as the Keeper decided to go in search of something to wet his whistle. That is until he caught a side glance from Alaric that was formed with question. It was apparent more than the doorbell was on his mind and soon the he was asked if it was common practice to leave a guest on the front porch. Could that be all that was eating at the guy? Louvel paused in his steps and that is when he could have come up with an answer if Leonie wasn’t giving him a tug at his shirt.
Mossy orbs fixed on her finger just as it retreated thanks to the hard to miss red throw being placed over her shoulders that hid the show of curves and skin. Of course he glanced to Alaric expecting something to be mentioned. Leonie asked for nothing so it was a curious scene between the two. Back and forth his eyes went and finally his focus bounced over to Hannah who was still on the front step.
“Please come in, Hannah.”
Louvel stepped around Leonie and his lips rolled inward to stall the smirk that arriving to his lips. If she was wrapped in red for the reason he was thinking it just became all the more amusing considering the woman could slip on a potato sack and still get an audience of healthy appreciative gazes. He gave a subtle thumbs up to her and a wink while taking front and center with Hannah.
“Welcome back.” He waited for Hannah to fully enter then he closed the door. “It is nice to see you again.”
Now that she was inside his eyes took in the two who were likely the most interesting of the current foursome within the entry hall. This was the point he figured he was supposed to suggest all joining for a drink or a tour of the place or perhaps none of the above. He nodded lightly while he gave the options some distracted thought. He couldn’t help it.
Leonie looked great in red. Truth. Currently she was wearing far more of the color than the last time he saw it in limited amounts on her. The elder von der Marck would be grateful she had on what she did if he knew the strings and tissue size patches of material that made up the bikini she had hanging somewhere existed. Later he would approach Alaric and question the blanket. For now he was looking to lead the impromptu gathering out of the entry hall and to a place far more comfortable.
“Ich kann ein Feuer in der Loggia errichten. Es ist eine schöne Nacht.” He looked to his patriarch as he spoke. “Leonie hat die perfekte Decke sie warm zu halten.” He nodded at Leonie then dipped his head slightly towards Hannah. Realizing it would be rude not to explain what he was suggesting to their guest. Naturally he smiled at Hannah. “We have a huge freestanding fireplace outdoors in the loggia by the horse stalls. I will start the fire and we can enjoy visiting there.”
With a final clap of his hands Louvel made his way towards the direction that he originally came from. He looked back over his shoulder before disappearing out of view. “Follow me if you are interested.” With that he was on his way to the rear entry and slipping his boots back on once he arrived to the door. “Grab a bottle or two of wine if it suits you. Glasses are still in the wine pack.” He called out as the door was held open with his hand. He left it where it was as he set out across the grounds between the manor and the stalls.
Mossy orbs fixed on her finger just as it retreated thanks to the hard to miss red throw being placed over her shoulders that hid the show of curves and skin. Of course he glanced to Alaric expecting something to be mentioned. Leonie asked for nothing so it was a curious scene between the two. Back and forth his eyes went and finally his focus bounced over to Hannah who was still on the front step.
“Please come in, Hannah.”
Louvel stepped around Leonie and his lips rolled inward to stall the smirk that arriving to his lips. If she was wrapped in red for the reason he was thinking it just became all the more amusing considering the woman could slip on a potato sack and still get an audience of healthy appreciative gazes. He gave a subtle thumbs up to her and a wink while taking front and center with Hannah.
“Welcome back.” He waited for Hannah to fully enter then he closed the door. “It is nice to see you again.”
Now that she was inside his eyes took in the two who were likely the most interesting of the current foursome within the entry hall. This was the point he figured he was supposed to suggest all joining for a drink or a tour of the place or perhaps none of the above. He nodded lightly while he gave the options some distracted thought. He couldn’t help it.
Leonie looked great in red. Truth. Currently she was wearing far more of the color than the last time he saw it in limited amounts on her. The elder von der Marck would be grateful she had on what she did if he knew the strings and tissue size patches of material that made up the bikini she had hanging somewhere existed. Later he would approach Alaric and question the blanket. For now he was looking to lead the impromptu gathering out of the entry hall and to a place far more comfortable.
“Ich kann ein Feuer in der Loggia errichten. Es ist eine schöne Nacht.” He looked to his patriarch as he spoke. “Leonie hat die perfekte Decke sie warm zu halten.” He nodded at Leonie then dipped his head slightly towards Hannah. Realizing it would be rude not to explain what he was suggesting to their guest. Naturally he smiled at Hannah. “We have a huge freestanding fireplace outdoors in the loggia by the horse stalls. I will start the fire and we can enjoy visiting there.”
With a final clap of his hands Louvel made his way towards the direction that he originally came from. He looked back over his shoulder before disappearing out of view. “Follow me if you are interested.” With that he was on his way to the rear entry and slipping his boots back on once he arrived to the door. “Grab a bottle or two of wine if it suits you. Glasses are still in the wine pack.” He called out as the door was held open with his hand. He left it where it was as he set out across the grounds between the manor and the stalls.
Translations:
* I can build a fire in the Loggia. It's a beautiful night.
** Leonie has the perfect blanket to keep them warm.
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Everyone was speaking in a foreign language and it was evident Hannah was the 'third wheel.' Or, in this case, 'fourth wheel.' She just stood there, slowly inching backwards just a little bit more feeling slightly uncomfortable with being part of the conversation, but...not. "Well, like I said, I sort of just came...without any real notice." Hannah said when Leonie started speaking English again. Hannah would have said more, but then Alaric came into view.
Hannah wasn't sure what she was expecting a really old vampire person to look like, but her eyes probably didn't do a very good job at hiding the woman's surprise. For all Hannah knew, this was the first time she was meeting a vampire, and a supposedly old vampire, so seeing him not look so old, answered the whole age question. Not that she had that question before seeing Alaric, but if he was some great, great...grandfather was it? He sure didn't look like it. Alaric appeared to look to be a little older than most of them, maybe by five years tops?
She averted her eyes when Alaric spoke in whatever language the rest of them were speaking in, quite easily, because he vanished from sight. It appeared that while they were fine with talking to Hannah (because they weren't talking with her that much), none of them were in a hurry to invite her in. Not that she expected to come in when she stopped by unannounced, but the whole ordeal was getting rather...awkward. Her weight was shifted once again, intentionally taking another subtle step backwards just before Louvel invited her in after all. She slowly stepped in, her eyes glancing between Louvel and Leonie.
Alaric had appeared once again, with a blanket, making Hannah assume that whatever had been said before hand, had prepared Leonie for going outside for this fire Louvel was talking about. Louvel was taking off without waiting for anyone, expecting them to follow, if they wanted to check out this fire. The whole wine mention, along with the glasses was lost on Hannah, so she assumed he was talking to either Alaric, or to Leonie. And since Alaric seemed to either not want to speak English, or not know it, Hannah came to the assumption Louvel was talking to Leonie. Which meant that if Leonie disappeared somewhere to get the items, Hannah would be left alone with a vampire that didn't speak a shred of English. Which didn't bother her, the whole speaking Dutch or whatever it was they were speaking, but since he was the first vampire Hannah was by...she wasn't positive how that whole scenario would go down. "Sounds fantastic." Hannah piped up suddenly, making sure to move around Leonie and keep a safe, but not an awkward distance from Alaric.
"Does he know where to go?" Hannah asked, with a point in Alaric's direction, after she took a couple steps in the direction Louvel had taken off to, realizing that Louvel made the suggestion in English, but not knowing he had also done so in the other, unidentifiable language. Her point lasted maybe just a little bit too long, as did her glance, because Hannah was having a difficult time accepting that Alaric, if this was in fact, THE Alaric, was an old vampire due to his lack of looking old and the fact he appeared to fit in with the rest of them. Minus the whole foreign language thing. He wasn't dressed like a really, really, really old vampire, but she supposed it was pretty impossible to dress from what Hannah assumed was at tops, the 1900's, because she wasn't actually sure how old he was supposed to be...that the style from then, just wasn't able to be replicated of found. "Another cousin?" Hannah asked Leonie, because that seemed to be the thing with this family. First there was Louvel, who was a relative of Judah and Mirella (not that she knew at the time) and now there was Leonie and now Alaric. Though, Leonie's relation, or lack of wasn't really known to her either. Judging by her comfortableness with Louvel, they appeared to be...siblings maybe? Did he mention having a sister? Hannah couldn't really remember, or keep track of this out of control family tree. "Do you need help getting the wine, or glasses?" Hannah wasn't without manners, and was more than happy to shift the attention away from Alaric for now. Everyone had a right to their privacy and secrets, she knew better than anyone.
Hannah wasn't sure what she was expecting a really old vampire person to look like, but her eyes probably didn't do a very good job at hiding the woman's surprise. For all Hannah knew, this was the first time she was meeting a vampire, and a supposedly old vampire, so seeing him not look so old, answered the whole age question. Not that she had that question before seeing Alaric, but if he was some great, great...grandfather was it? He sure didn't look like it. Alaric appeared to look to be a little older than most of them, maybe by five years tops?
She averted her eyes when Alaric spoke in whatever language the rest of them were speaking in, quite easily, because he vanished from sight. It appeared that while they were fine with talking to Hannah (because they weren't talking with her that much), none of them were in a hurry to invite her in. Not that she expected to come in when she stopped by unannounced, but the whole ordeal was getting rather...awkward. Her weight was shifted once again, intentionally taking another subtle step backwards just before Louvel invited her in after all. She slowly stepped in, her eyes glancing between Louvel and Leonie.
Alaric had appeared once again, with a blanket, making Hannah assume that whatever had been said before hand, had prepared Leonie for going outside for this fire Louvel was talking about. Louvel was taking off without waiting for anyone, expecting them to follow, if they wanted to check out this fire. The whole wine mention, along with the glasses was lost on Hannah, so she assumed he was talking to either Alaric, or to Leonie. And since Alaric seemed to either not want to speak English, or not know it, Hannah came to the assumption Louvel was talking to Leonie. Which meant that if Leonie disappeared somewhere to get the items, Hannah would be left alone with a vampire that didn't speak a shred of English. Which didn't bother her, the whole speaking Dutch or whatever it was they were speaking, but since he was the first vampire Hannah was by...she wasn't positive how that whole scenario would go down. "Sounds fantastic." Hannah piped up suddenly, making sure to move around Leonie and keep a safe, but not an awkward distance from Alaric.
"Does he know where to go?" Hannah asked, with a point in Alaric's direction, after she took a couple steps in the direction Louvel had taken off to, realizing that Louvel made the suggestion in English, but not knowing he had also done so in the other, unidentifiable language. Her point lasted maybe just a little bit too long, as did her glance, because Hannah was having a difficult time accepting that Alaric, if this was in fact, THE Alaric, was an old vampire due to his lack of looking old and the fact he appeared to fit in with the rest of them. Minus the whole foreign language thing. He wasn't dressed like a really, really, really old vampire, but she supposed it was pretty impossible to dress from what Hannah assumed was at tops, the 1900's, because she wasn't actually sure how old he was supposed to be...that the style from then, just wasn't able to be replicated of found. "Another cousin?" Hannah asked Leonie, because that seemed to be the thing with this family. First there was Louvel, who was a relative of Judah and Mirella (not that she knew at the time) and now there was Leonie and now Alaric. Though, Leonie's relation, or lack of wasn't really known to her either. Judging by her comfortableness with Louvel, they appeared to be...siblings maybe? Did he mention having a sister? Hannah couldn't really remember, or keep track of this out of control family tree. "Do you need help getting the wine, or glasses?" Hannah wasn't without manners, and was more than happy to shift the attention away from Alaric for now. Everyone had a right to their privacy and secrets, she knew better than anyone.
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With a barely suppressed laugh, Leonie nodded to the Patriarch, who looked far more like his portraits of old by the night. They were going to have to have a chat some night about women in the modern age, but for the time being, she would go along with his hangups. “Ich entschuldige mich, Alaric. Es ist Ihr Haus, wir warten auf Sie die Erlaubnis für den Gast zu geben, zu betreten. Werden Sie besuchen Sie uns in der Loggia? Louvel und ich werde für Sie übersetzen.” All gleeful discomfort aside, she hoped he knew, understood, that everything they did or said was with respect and care for him and his comfort levels. An unknown human entering his home could have had any number of impacts, but this woman was known to Louvel and Judah, at least, no matter how surprised she was at her sudden appearance. Leonie ignored the blanket draped around her shoulders and simply shook her head as she drew it tighter and Louvel seemed to take that as his cue to slip away. She narrowed her gaze with a slow smile as she adjusted it to hang like a towel and watched the male casually wander off; the Lioness would have all kinds of things to say about that, when they were alone again later. Maybe things that would lead to...
But she snapped herself out of that in favor of turning her attention upon Hannah. She nodded at the question. Yes, Alaric had been asked to join them, and it was up to the Patriarch if he would, though she never regretted seeking his company, so she hoped he would agree. Besides, it would be more practice for him, which could only ever help. “Of course he does. He owns the place.” She spoke the words with a soft grin, then translated for Alaric: “Hannah will wissen, ob Sie uns anschließen, Alaric.” She led the three remaining toward the kitchen, where she rapidly put together a basket of wine and glasses for the three mortals, and prepared a drink for the Patriarch. She had the foresight to pour him an opaque glass from a wine bottle labeled ‘Arbour Vitae,’ knowing full well it was a special vintage of blood that he would hopefully enjoy with their human guest being none the wiser.
“Distant cousin,” Leonie replied with a laugh. “Very distant, blood-wise. But we... the three of us, and others, grew up together. We spent quite a bit of time here over our summers. Its a large family, but we are very close.” For Alaric’s benefit, she added: “Hannah ist zu fragen, wie ich mit den anderen verwandt bin.”
Her gaze moved back to the blonde with a smile. “Sorry, Alaric doesn’t speak much English, so we’re going to have to translate for him and for you throughout the night.” And with that, she hefted the basket, and Alaric’s glass, and waited for the two of them to join her as they moved toward the Loggia.
But she snapped herself out of that in favor of turning her attention upon Hannah. She nodded at the question. Yes, Alaric had been asked to join them, and it was up to the Patriarch if he would, though she never regretted seeking his company, so she hoped he would agree. Besides, it would be more practice for him, which could only ever help. “Of course he does. He owns the place.” She spoke the words with a soft grin, then translated for Alaric: “Hannah will wissen, ob Sie uns anschließen, Alaric.” She led the three remaining toward the kitchen, where she rapidly put together a basket of wine and glasses for the three mortals, and prepared a drink for the Patriarch. She had the foresight to pour him an opaque glass from a wine bottle labeled ‘Arbour Vitae,’ knowing full well it was a special vintage of blood that he would hopefully enjoy with their human guest being none the wiser.
“Distant cousin,” Leonie replied with a laugh. “Very distant, blood-wise. But we... the three of us, and others, grew up together. We spent quite a bit of time here over our summers. Its a large family, but we are very close.” For Alaric’s benefit, she added: “Hannah ist zu fragen, wie ich mit den anderen verwandt bin.”
Her gaze moved back to the blonde with a smile. “Sorry, Alaric doesn’t speak much English, so we’re going to have to translate for him and for you throughout the night.” And with that, she hefted the basket, and Alaric’s glass, and waited for the two of them to join her as they moved toward the Loggia.
Translation:
** My apologies, Alaric. It is your home, we were simply waiting on your permission for the guest to enter. Will you join us in the Loggia? Louvel and I will translate for you.
** Hannah wants to know if you are joining us, Alaric.
** Hannah is asking how I am related to the others.