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André goes back through the long forgotten roads of time, scraps of memories, deep wounds his soul,had barely healed over the years. How many had gone by? Just a fraction of an instant in the eternity of the long wait.
He is looking for a mysterious woman he fell in love with and could never forget in all this time.
The city has not changed and the memories return with each step, as he searches every face for hers.
She was and he hopes she will still be the owner of the Jardín De Fleurs. André, determined to go there, directs his steps, feeling his heartbeat longing to see her again.
As he walks there he wonders if she will remember him, however, he has returned for her and André is determined to conquer her heart.

Mortll wiped one gloved hand across her brown pushing the stray hair that had slipped out and dangled precariously in front of her eyes back into place. She had been digging in the soil for hours now the new plants were ready to come out of the hot houses and be put on display for the public. She normally left such tasks to her employees but this display was going to be special, The plants were delicate beauties from Argentina. She laid out a line of flowering trees for the backdrop. The vivid red flowers of the Erythrina Cristina Galli (the Ceibo Tree) would be the perfect eye catcher to draw wandering guests to the exhibit. She steps back a moment appraising the layout.

Finally after a while of walking he reaches the place. A shadow of doubt paralyzes him for an instant, Andre takes a long breath, with a firm step and with his best smile he pushes the door… And there she is ... for a second time stops and the scene freezes, she is there surrounded by beautiful flowers that in André's eyes pale in front of the beauty of the woman.


Mortll was used to the guest that often wandered through the gardens she always knew when they entered the building and when they departed. She was aware of when the door opened and the person entering the shop but this was not a normal browser or wanderer taking a stroll through the scenery. She was acutely aware of being watched... her hands moved quickly discarding the gloves. She was armed, she never went anywhere without her weapons, it would not be the first time someone had opened fire on her in her own business. Paladins and other vampires seemed to not like her very much,that didn't include any of the multitude of other monsters that inhabited the city now. She turned observing the man that stood there quietly appraising him... Human...He didn’t seem to wish her harm but she wasnt relaxing just yet.

The long-awaited moment has finally arrived, and André has so many things to say to her, he feels like his mind goes blank and he hears himself pronounce, a simple, shy ...

" Hello" …

Damn stupid, he thinks to himself, you traveled half the world to see her, all because of your crazy obsession and that childish idea that there is the slightest chance that she will remember you and you can not think of anything other than a "
Hello"

Mortll watched him carefully; he almost stammered when he spoke to her... curious. She was tempted to enter his mind and find out exactly what he was thinking but all of that Telepathy mess often left her with a massive headache, so she opted for the old fashioned way and spoke to him

“ Hello Welcome to Jardin De Fleurs Is there anything I can help you with ?”


After a long time he hears her voice again, and it is like a caress for his soul, but a fact is evidente, she does not remember him and it feels like an iron fist squeezing his heart …

" I am looking for some flowers" …
It is not easy for André, he feels clumsy, almost out of place, and a cloud of doubt crosses his mind.
Leave everything chasing an illusion, with nothing to guarantee that for her he is nothing more than a stranger

Mortll could almost swear she saw the man deflate a little like someone had let a bit of air out of him or he was disappointed ...but by what? This gentleman was spiking her curiosity level to maximum. She studied him closer. He was handsome, nice build, clean cut and well dressed. The nervous smile he wore seemed a bit out of place on his face. She smiled hoping to put him at ease

“Well you have come to the right place then ...What type of flowers are you looking for? Something for a friend or a special lady ?”

Andre feels as if the sun rises with her smile and caress his soul, but seeing that she doesn't remember him, he decides to introduce himself, while he feels that it is only a fraction of seconds in which his contained desires are fired in true flight towards her magical eyes …

" I am André Broussard, do you remember me?"

Mortll drew a complete blank for a split second then her mind started racing trying to put the name to the face. She remembered the Broussards of course who wouldn't remember one of the largest crime families in the city, and maybe she had met this person before but she did not recognize him. Maybe she had one too many bullets to the head since she had met him before but she was drawing a complete blank. There was a look of complete expectation on his face... she was sorry to disappoint him but she just didn't remember him.

“I’m sorry Mr Broussard I am having trouble remembering where I’ve met you We are running a special on Roses this week and i have some wonderful new imports from around the world if you are looking for something a bit more exotic and unusual to buy for your occasion “

it wasn't often Mortll became a salesperson ... She was usually the one wheeling, dealing and haggling in the cut throat flower distribution world She often found it necessary to cut out middle men entirely and just cultivate her own stock. She put her best smile on her face but her eyes were still accessing the man before her.

Andre is disappointed for a moment and nods with a sad smile on his lips. But this is not the time to waste in regrets. All his dreams are born of disappointment, he knows that the fame of the Broussard family precedes him and that it is not the best letter of introduction, who has lost everything, has nothing to lose, Andre raises his head and looks directly at Mortll's eyes.

"I understand perfectly, it is very unlikely that a woman like you remembers a mere mortal like me"

Andre searches for the precise words to continue, but his heart is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, prudence gives in to anxiety and he is unable to contain himself, with a glow in his eyes, full of pasión.

"I am looking for the most precious of flowers, a flower whose thorns has been nailed in my heart for years "
After saying it André feels like the heavy load that he carried in his heart vanishes, for the first time in a long time he feels like the demons that inhabit and torment him leave him alone.

Mortlls eyes narrowed What the Hell! This guy was standing here in front of her professing adoration and “Mere mortal like me ?” she found her mouth moving involuntarily repeating those words.

“I think Mr Broussard we need to carry this conversation elsewhere “

"Oh… you don't worry, for me this place is as perfect as any other"

André smiles looking into her eyes.

Mortll was not too pleased if he had refused to accommodate her request for privacy she would have just moved the man herself, It would not be the first time she had to move someone that did not wish to be moved. Mr Broussard seemed to know way too much about her or at least suspected what she was. In her past experiences someone knowing too much about her had never turned out pleasant. It usually involved a trip to her Kitchen and they would soon be beautifying the world in a different manner with their knowledge of her feeding the flowers.

MORTLL'S APARTMENT

He is pleasantly surprised by the mixture of styles, harmoniously combined, something ethnic can be Moroccan, an oriental touch with the Japanese table, the range of colors perfectly displayed, the fireplace, making the room really pleasant and cozy. The amount of detail gives it that feminine touch that tells André's shrewd mind a lot about Mortll.
Andre looks carefully at each detail as if he wants to record them in his memory, without lowering his guard, he waits for Mortll to make her next move.The seconds seem to pass with exasperating slowness, thousands of thoughts run through André's mind, he has the intimate feeling of being in danger, a chill runs through his body as his skin bristles. She is a powerful vampire, despite the fact that her feminine appearance makes it possible to think otherwise, a weak mortal like him just has no
chance. "history was not written by cowards" thinks André,like a cliché from a bad class B movie, knowing that he is at risk makes him feel more alive than ever.

Mortll offered the man a seat on the cushions in front of the fireplace. She was never one to beat around the bush

Andre nods and sits in front of Mortll, he knows this is a crucial moment, he also knows that he cannot lose what he never had.
Andre looks deeply into Mortll's eyes, takes a breath before answering ..

"I came for you, ... I am the only human in the Broussard family and they seem to have vanished, I lived here for a while until I decided to move away, long enough to forget you...... Was a mutual friend who introduced us, if I remember correctly she was Scorpia"...
"I know well all this must seem crazy to you, I can see you do not even remember me, it is not your fault, time has passed and the unimportant memories are erased by the mind, they occupy a necessary space that are replaced with most significant facts"...

André pauses, searching the eyes of the beautiful woman for some kind of reaction, nervously he dries his hands on the legs of his pants.


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(The following is a Live Chat Role Play )

Mortll: "So Mr Broussard what brings you to Harper Rock ?"
Andre: Andre looks deeply into Mortll's eyes, takes a breath before answering ... I came for you
Mortll: "Coming after me Mr Broussard can be very hazardous to your health " She stared at him point blank ...
Andre: ... "I am the only human in the Broussard family and they seem to have vanished, I lived here for a while until I decided to move away, long enough to forget you"...
Andre: ... "It was a mutual friend who introduced us, if I remember correctly she was Scorpia"...
Mortll: "It has been a long time since Scorpia has been in this part of the World she vanished years ago ... She has either left the city or is buried herself asleep ... " She was not sure if she wanted to touch the part about forgetting her ... she couldn't remember him and he is wanting to forget her so maybe she misunderstood.. "I'm Sorry Mr Broussard if i did anything too horrible for you to forget me "
Andre: “Don't regret , you didn't do anything to me, we had a beautiful friendship, I was younger then and I couldn't help falling in love with you, I told my sister Abelle about it and she forced me to leave the city, she didn't want to I fell in love with a vampire, she feared for me. She wanted me to remain human.”
Mortll: Mortll grinned she couldn’t help it, Abelle Broussard now that was a name Mortll remembered. It wasn't everyday you threw someone off the top of West towers and they lived to tell about it. Mortll had scared the hell out of the young vampire before she ported them to safety so she could totally understand her fear for her brother's well being. "Ahhh Abelle, that name does bring back memories. She may have done you a huge service keeping you away from me. "
Andre: She may have done it, in any case it was not my own decision, I was taken away from the one I had fallen in love with, without having the opportunity to confess my love. And I couldn't get you out of my mind and my heart in all these years.

(The Following was a Live Chat Role Play )

Mortll: Mortll raised an eyebrow "Really now you hardly know me... You have an illusion of what you think i am ... that is what you are in love with not me. You are however Abelles brother so you are like family so you are safe with me I won't kill you over this little infatuation or the knowledge you do have of me you go telling the greater world that I am a vampire though all bets are off..."
Andre: Mortll's harsh words were the ones André expected to hear, he had come without any hope. In spite of everything he felt it was he should do.
Andre: "I understand, but I am one of those who do not give up easily, now I am here and we can meet, do not rush, there are thousands of possible actions, but among all of them, only one is correct"
Mortll: "The city has changed. Humans are not safe here Vampires are hardly safe here... Government checks and them wanting to cage us ... then there are the others ... Monsters are descending on the city faster than you can imagine... it's like we have awoken something and I don't know if it's good or bad yet. I just know you are not safe here, you need to leave the city. Abelle would want me to look after you when she cannot."

Andre: Mortll's words do not hurt André's spirits, it takes more than mere words to discourage him. He is determined to go to the end, life is meaningless if she is not by his side.
"If you say this to scare me, you did not achieve your goal, you think that I do not know the danger, I traveled from Argentina as an undocumented person, I crossed dozens of borders, on the way I stole to survive, police shot me, none of the difficulties could daunt me. Not only are you here, I also have old belongings that I plan to recover, I'm not willing to give up anything"...

Mortll: "Good do you have a place to stay in the city ?'

Andre: He nods " I think I still have one..." and smiles evilly

Andre: "I used to have an apartment in Tomkin Town"
Mortll: " I am going to give it to you straight I don't love you i don't know you well enough to love you ... at this point in my existence i'm not sure that i am capable of such a thing as love ... and i will give you a very stern warning it is not healthy for you have any sort of feelings for me anyone that i ever remotely however small care about seem to vanish " she smiled she wasn't going to tell him that she owned the building he lived in .
She paused hoping her words would sink in and have an effect " But I think I can help you."

Andre: Andre nods obfuscated, first his sister and now she, he really is fed up with others deciding for him "Mortll I sincerely thank you for your brutal honesty" putting emphasis on brutal ... "I came here for you, and there is nothing that will change my mind but I will listen you”

Mortll: "I am really not sure that i should do this ... But I think you can handle it ... you definitely seem to be strong of will ... and not very faint of heart ... You will need it for what i am about to offer you and i really won't be doing you many favors but it might help you survive in the city since you are so determined to stay here ... I am offering you the same as your sister received ...I will offer you the chance to become a vampire ... But there are warnings with this ... Not all turnings are good things. Some become deaf, mute, or transformations can occur that leave one disfigured or hard to conceal what they are. Some...." She paused thinking of her childe Seva ... " Some go insane ... so do not say yes right away, think about this offer. "

Andre: After everything that Mortll has just told him, Andre thinks that he should not miss this opportunity, as a human his life is short, she now offers him immortality and with it the time to conquer that icy heart. André puts on his famous poker face, hiding his emotions, with a calm but decided voice, he nods "I appreciate your offer, I promise I will think about it" Inwardly André smiles with pleasure, it is less than what he wanted, but more than he thought he would get.

Mortll: Mortll reaches under one of the cushions and pulls out a gun. She regards him carefully for a moment then hands it to him... "I will give you a week to think about it ... this is a one time offer if you refuse i will not ask again and please consider the consequences being a vampire is not easy... One week come back to me or i will find you."

Andre: Andre smiles satisfied and shakes his head in amusement, extends his hand taking the weapon
"Thank you very much, your threats are not necessary, I came to stay and be by your side, time will tell"


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Andre leaves Mortll's apartment annoyed, she was very bossy with him, he has never liked ultimatums, she gave him a week to come back as a meek lamb, ... " We'll see, I'll do something to bother her." ... André thinks with an amused grin. The weight of the gun in his pocket is a comforting sensation and a great help why not? First of all he has to steal from some fool, he is broke, in his pockets he only has fluff. He must also take back the apartment that belongs to him and a weapon can be very persuasive for that task.
The city may have changed while he was away but nothing changes so much for a clever rascal like him. In every city there are police, black market, unsuspecting humans, thieves and all kinds of people and he knows how to handle them. Perhaps he should activate his old ties to the underworld, it is always good to have resources and easy money. He's good with guns so maybe he can be employed as a hit man.

A memory bursts in, he remembers his sister Abelle wanted to keep him away from crime and get an honest job, she even bought a shop for him at the Riverwood Market "The Studio Broussard" he was very talented in decorating and designing all kinds of places. For a while he tried…he tried to be a respectable citizen, but that was very boring, he felt again the call of danger and adrenaline and ... good bye Studio Broussard.
One has to be very skilled being a simple human, to survive in a city inhabited by vampires and all kinds of beasts and monsters, and he was able to survive and feel comfortable in the city, everything was fine until he fell in love with Mortll. Abelle knew it and was afraid Mortll would turn him into a vampire, under threats of locking him in a dungeon sent him to Argentina half a world away.

Andre shakes his head attempting to leave those memories behind. He has returned to close the circle and nothing and no one is going to stop him.

The end or the beginning, who knows .

The deadline week had passed, he had not heard from her. He was very busy solving his affairs, he was able to recover his old apartment, it had not been usurped by anyone and it was not necessary to use violence, just to break the lock and voila ...easy and very boring.
His contacts with the mafia allowed him to recover Chocolate, a coffee shop at River wood Market. André smirks as he enjoys his Buffalo Trace, his favorite bourbon, comfortably laid out on the couch. He was thinking about her all this week, even sending flowers several times, without getting a response. André smiles while sipping his bourbon, she is a tough girl, better , he never liked easy things, they bore him to death.
André is about to take a momentous step in his life so far. All his brothers are or were vampires, since he was forced by Abelle to leave the city, he never heard from them, even Mortll confirmed not knowing about them. He knows very well about being a vampire, all his family was and he is not afraid, he does not want to show his anxiety, nor obey her ultimatum, they both are playing a game of poker, no one shows all the cards and he could swear that her threats are a bluff, however it will be what it should be.





Stalking is the term most would use for what Mortll had been doing for the past week. Ever since The man had left her apartment she had kept eyes on him ...Watched how he moved and conducted himself. She watched as he got himself a place and took over a well established business he was resourceful, given a little help he could be a force in this city ... Hell he might be one even without her help. That fact was not lost on Mortll it would be better to have him as a friend rather than an enemy. She was not however going to go down that road of having a adoring husband or lover once again ... it had been nice while it lasted but Enzo Dragomir had left off to chase a ghost and had not given her a second consideration ...adoring my *** Mortll took care of herself as always she was just fine being alone she liked herself.
So Andre Broussard was a bit of an enigma.... Was she turning a problem or was she turning a friend? Would this be a successful turning or would it be a total disaster with untold consequences. Mortll raised a hand to knock on the door. Three short raps and she waited ...

Andre is enjoying his bourbon, the week has passed quickly and has been fruitful. He could say that he has settled down. That is not bad for a simple human, André thinks when he hears three knocks on his door ... it seems that the moment has come, he smirks ... He rises from his chair and walks to the door, knowing that when he opens he will find Mortll ...

Welcome to my humble home…

Nods André with his best and radiant smile

Please come in, I was waiting for you…

Mortll entered the apartment surveying the room quickly. It was a very masculine space full of dark leather and wood it said a lot about its owner. “Hello Mr Broussard I hope you are doing well and have thought about your decision... You will be taking a risk ... you will become hated and a target if we proceed. “ she walked a short way into the room and stood waiting. Whatever happened it was not going to be in this place... if things went sideways Mortll wanted it to be in a controlled environment and this was his home ... associating bad things with the place you were going to rest was not a good idea. “So Mr Broussard what will it be ?”

Please make yourself comfortable …
He points to the comfortable sofa in the living room.Like a true gentleman, he waits for her to take a seat and then he does.
... My answer is yes, I have weighed the pros and cons and I am determined to do it ...
André looks directly into Mortll's eyes in an attempt to show her his determination.


“Ok Mr Broussard from this moment on there is no turning back. You must do everything i say when i say it. You hesitate or falter it can mean your life. You must trust me completely.” She was not sure if what she had planned would scare the **** out of him or set his resolve even further if he had a lick of sense in his head it would be a good measure of both. “Ok Mr
Broussard It's time to go.
She reached out, touched his shoulder and he vanished. She disappeared right behind him. She reappeared by his side. They stood on a trail just outside of Cherrydale that led up the side of the mountains. It was dark, the sound of animals and a nearby stream could be heard. The stars were bright in the night sky and the air was crisp and clean. She took a step ahead “Well Mr Broussard it's time we get going, the night is wasting follow me and don’t fall behind we only have an hour to get where we are going or there will be a fight on our hands .”

André feels the touch on his shoulder and instantly his apartment vanishes, suddenly the darkness surrounds him, and a mountainous landscape materializes in front of his eyes. A moment later, as if out of nowhere, Mortll is by his side. She does not give him any time, bossy as usual, she urges him to follow her, André shakes his head amused, she always threatens him, tries to scare him, always with that imperative in her tone of voice, without a doubt, the army has lost a good sergeant, he nods

... " Show me the way, I follow you" …


Mortll keeps trudging up the steep trail trying to not go too quickly so that he can keep up. She starts to talk as they climb and walk “There are things in these woods Mr Broussard things that humans never see ... They have an ingrained hatred of vampires of what you want to become if they sense that I am here and we do not reach safety in time... They will attack and try their best to rip me from limb to limb ... they usually do not attack humans but seeing as you are with a vampire and want to become one who knows what the Fae will do they are very ill tempered and nasty beings. “

His excellent athletic condition allows André to follow Mortll without difficulty, he listens to her warnings at the time he takes his hand in his pocket, the presence of the desert eagle cal 50, reassures him, nothing remains standing when she roars.

… "I can see life here is how it was everywhere, danger always lurks, no matter where, it is the natural selection of species, only the fittest survives, the rest are left on the road, their bones bleaching in the Sun"...


Mortll laughed “Something like that ''
They were making fairly good time but with her going slower she could tell she had misjudged the time it would take them to make the area the Ski lodges were located. She knew he was starting to get tired and slow a bit, No matter how determined he was to not let it show. They just were not going to make the Lodges before the Fae caught her ... Mortll turned to tell him she was going to have to shift into a different form to finish the trek, when she heard it. The woods were suddenly filled with howling rage. Trees were crashing and the brush was being trampled. She didn't have time to explain, only a fool would not be afraid in a situation like this but she could not afford to show it.
“Listen to me carefully if you are armed, take it out ... I will be changing ... follow me do not lose me run if you do straight on the trail the cabins are about half a mile that way”
she pointed in the direction of the ski lodge ...and then she transformed into a large black panther in front of him ...

The noise startles Andre and he instinctively draws his pistol, searching for his target, the rush of adrenaline sharpening his senses, as his concentration reaches the highest point.What seemed be a quiet night excursion through the mountains has suddenly turned into a very interesting situation, no matter how dangerous it may be.
He always feels like fish in water facing danger.
He nods and watches Mortll turn into a black panther, without starting, he's already getting used to dealing with her …
"You don't worry about me I know how to defend myself and I can assure you my baby" showing her the gun “scares anyone when I make her roar"





Mortll did not have time to be amused but she still found herself smiling despite the danger they were in The crashing and roars in the distance His male bravado was astounding but what was coming after her was going to be very angry when it found it could no longer track her ...She had never heard of the fae hurting a human but then little was known about them other than their fierce nature no one wanted to stick around to shake hands and gab a little with them if they lost the hand and the arm it was attached to. “Don't try to fight it only if it attacks you follow me!“ She practically shouted it into his head using mind speak hoping it did not disorreint him.

Andre hears Mortll's voice thundered inside his head, as he sees the beast emerge from the forest just a few steps away from them, Seeing the imminent attack, André without hesitation, jumps protecting the black panther, he will not allow anything or anyone to hurt her, even at cost of his own life.

... "Please baby run away, I'll cover you" ...

Andre unleashes a hellish shootout,
Astonished André looks up at the beast, not believing what he see, he failed all his shots
Held by his firm hand, his gun roars enraged again, spitting deadly fire, but André fails again. Seeing that there are no more resources, he warns Mortll
… "Run my bullets are useless against the beast"...


“Baby ... Baby who the hell are you calling baby ... and No **** your bullets aren't doing anything ... “ Mortll was livid and almost to the clearing where the Ski lodge was located. She turned hoping he had listened to what she had said .... if not being ripped apart by a raging fae might not be the worst thing that could happen to him tonight.

André's laugh is unstoppable, seeing her anger amuses him, beyond the situation they are experiencing, after all it was a few shots and a race to the lodge chased by a beast ... André looks at the panther
... "Don't be angry, if I called you baby ... is a way of saying, it is not so bad my lady" … André smiles… " We can stop arguing and go inside , it seems to be a bit insecure here."



Mortll’s large paws pad through the snow and up the steps of her lodge Mortll just kept telling herself he is Abell’s brother don’t kill him He is Abell's brother don't kill him .... The last person that had called her baby had abandoned her ... the one before that had dumped her .. flat on her *** and every single time she let her walls down to feel anything for anyone they ******* dumped on her... Now this guy shows up out of the blue calling her Baby and professing love. It was enough for her to just run him through with her sword and watch the look of surprise on his face as his guts fell all over his shoes. Instead she was here fixing to give him a chance to live forever they said she was out of her ******* mind she was starting to belive it.

She stopped at the door and turned waiting on him. He would have to open it until she had her hands again, door knobs were out. “If you don’t mind the code is 7119” spoke into his mind as she looked at the electronic keypad.

"Yes my lady, as you wish" he mockingly replies. Maybe she doesn't like men and she prefers women. Yelling at him for calling her "my baby" seems to be an exaggerated reaction and would explain it André thinks. He enters the code to open the door bows and says "Ladies first"...
Finally the moment has come, Andre is about to take an irreversible step, his pulse quickens, he takes a long breath and waits for the panther to enter and then follows her, looking over his shoulder to make sure that the danger has remained behind.


Mortll enters and starts to concentrate on changing herself back into something a bit more human like ... if she doesn't do it right her clothes and possessions will not reappear with her. She starts to transform, luckily she finds that she is still dressed. “Okay Mr Broussard welcome to my Ski Lodge hopefully this will all turn out well and you will not be buried here.” she motioned for him to make himself comfortable “ First is there anything you need to do appearance wise before we do this? Shave ? Trim your hair, cut your nails anything of that sort needs to be done now because once you are a vampire you will be doing it every single night for the rest of your life instead of now .” She pulled out a straight razor and laid it on the table.

He looks at his hands, the nails seem to be short enough, thoughtfully strokes his cheeks, going over his chin and down his neck, he feels like he needs a shave. "I think a good shave would be nice, do you think my hair needs a cut?"
He looks at the lady, ignoring her comment about being buried here.
"I want your opinion , If I need a cut you will have to help me, I am really useless for that "
André takes the razor and looks at Mortll. " At least I need soap and water to shave, in fact I have some questions, we can talk while I shave. "
He gives a nervous smile.

Mortll looks at him. He is handsome and neatly groomed “I don't think you need a haircut. I will get you the things to shave you will have to use a phone to see yourself ... I don't allow mirrors in my residence... Most vampires do not since we do not cast reflections.” She went and got a large bowl of warm water and a towel and some soap. Sitting them down on the table... “You will need to get undressed as well unless you want to get blood on that suit you can shave first “ she said dryly.

She sounds bossy as always, Andre shakes his head with a smile. She wants to make it clear who is in charge, he thinks, as he takes the phone out of his jeans pocket and hands it to her "Could you my lady help me with this, I'm going to need both hands to shave " he asks with a voice that is mockingly sweet as Mortll's dryness.
The request for him to undress leaves André thinking, it seems this is going to be a real bloodbath.
He takes the soap and dips it in the water, then rubs his hands making a foam that glides down his face, as he asks her "How are you going to do it , bite my neck, will it all happen tonight, or will it take longer? I would like to know what will happen"


“ Fair Enough you will have to essentially die ... I will not drink from you i have fed tonight already but i will bleed you dry and save the blood Right before you die you will drink from me take my blood then you will die ... if we are lucky and do it right you will come back ... if we don't and you just die It's been a adventure meeting you Mr Broussard and i will put some flowers on your grave “ She watched him as he shaved holding the phone steady for him ... he had dexterity this was good he would need it .

Shaving his beard with smooth, precise movements as Mortll answers him, holding the phone. Hearing that she is going to bleed him to death, does not alter André's pulse. He finishes shaving and rinses off the remains of the foam, the warm water, caresses his face. Checking that he has done it right, he smirks, and digs through his backpack until he finds his after-shave lotion, Eau Sauvage Extreme, he squirts some on his palm and gently strokes his face. "A gentleman never travels without his favorite cologne, I hate to smell bad" André smiles looking into Mortll's eyes,as he begins to undress naturally , he unbuttons the shirt, takes it off leaving it on the table, showing a well built chest.
He follows with the belt of the jeans, he bends down and unties his boots, all slowly without haste, he slides the jeans down his muscular legs, to the floor, does the same with the underpants, until he is naked, takes the jeans the boxers too, and leaves them on the table next to the shirt.
He looks at Mortll scrutinizing her stern gaze. "Well my lady, I'm ready, what do you think, let's start? "André says with feigned certainty. This woman just told him he can die, he is in love with her, he has traveled half the world looking for her and now she is in front of him ready to kill. He must be the biggest idiot in the whole world, but to die by the hands of your beloved, should not be the worst of deaths, André thinks, trying to encourage himself to overcome the doubt .

Mortll watches as he undresses he wasn't bad looking; he was well formed muscular and tan. She took note of the scars that were quite apparent on his shoulder and it looked like someone had tried to shoot him in the *** but didn't quite hit the mark . She could sympathize ... Her eyes fell on the tattoo on his bicep... Not a bad package if looks were to go on she would have no problems being with him but she did not sleep with people because of how they looked. Mortll never put much stock into a person's appearances

André realizes Mortll looks at the wounds on his body, he smiles softly
" The stab wounds were made when a drug addict tried to rob me while I was sleeping under a bridge in Medellín. The shots are from the Mexican police, when I robbed a bank in Ciudad Juárez, As you can see, getting here wasn't easy"
he explains rubbing his hip wound
"This one in particular still hurts, splinters were stuck in the bone, But we are not here to talk about my injuries, more important matters are waiting"
André never refused to face danger, he knows that his life is at stake and he does not want to delay the matter that brings them together
"When you want we can start my
baby" He smiles looking to Mortll's eyes.


Mortll snatched the bowl of water and dumped it; her hand had the razor in it before he could follow her movements. She grabbed his arm twisting it and the blade cut deep and fast into his wrist blood gushed from the wound and she forced his arm over the large bowl. She held it there watching the blood flow ... she knew he would be getting weak soon .. “Sit before you fall down this shouldn't take long” she watched a bit impatient at him calling her Baby once again.

He did not expect it to be like that, something so cold, so dispassionate,
he expected something more animal, a bite or something like that, but not this, he watches the blood flow from the cuts of his wrists and he feels a little dizzy and looks for the chair and sits as she told him.
"I am but do you know what you're doing?"
As the blood flows through the wounds and André feels the life leaving him, darkness falls on him, a voice murmurs into his ears, breaking the silence "you must die many times before you reach true darkness".
Few times has André felt so alone and without doubts André knows very well what loneliness means. Suddenly all his life goes by in quick flashback succession, until all is silence and darkness. A strange peace invades him and he lets himself flow into the abyss.
Free from all fear, "after all die it is not so bad " is André's last thought before the absolute darkness and silence surrounds him. Lud dum .. Lub... the last beat of his heart.

Mortll watches as the blood slows.. It is almost hypnotic. She breaks her almost trance-like state and puts her mouth to her wrist tearing a large gash and forces it to his mouth “ Drink Andre... the blood flows into his mouth she waits and hopes she did not wait too long ... How would she explain it to Abele “Oh by the way i accidentally killed your brother .... “ that would fly about as far as a lead brick .

A soft voice breaks the silence, Andre feels something warm wet his lips, unconscious yet.
He does not recognize the voice encourages him to drink and André, like an automaton, obeys.
A metallic taste fills his mouth and flows inside him, it is like a line of life that little by little returns him to reality leaving behind the beatific darkness.


Mortll watched as he died but she could tell when the blood had started to take effect .... Poor guy she thought to herself she remembered when she died the first time when she became a vampire lying and wreathing in a filthy crypt as Perry sat and watched her like a science experiment. The smell had been horrible. She did not envy what was about to happen to Mr Broussard .

While Mortll's blood fills André, he gradually regains consciousness, a sharp pain grips his muscles, at the same time with a gag he throws up the drunk blood, without knowing what is happening André tries to get up but his body does not respond to him, like coming out of a nightmare he reaches to see the silhouette of a female body "Mortll" he whispers

Mortll stepped back as the contents of his Stomach came spewing out ...So far so good he still needed more blood she cradled his head and opened the closing wound on her wrist once more “Drink Andre you are going to need to make sure you don't totally die” She said as she pressed her wrist to his lips once more.

Andre feels how Mortll cradles his head and a strange peace invades him, reminds him of when his mother held him. When Mort's wrists touch his lips, Andre tastes the blood and he drinks greedily, while her blood fills him, it is an electric discharge that goes through his entire body awakening each and every one of the cells, he is aware his bowels relax, letting the waste flow. His muscles are loosening, regaining their usual tone while the pain gradually goes away.


Mortll holds him there a bit longer until she starts to feel weak. She has given him as much as she possibly could; she pulls her wrist away and grimaces at the mess. She wished dying wasn't such a messy affair but it was never pretty. “Andre, How do you feel ?”

Andre is in shock, he does not know how or what but he feels that something has changed, he slowly regains control of his senses, as if they had received an update, clearly he hears Mortll's voice and answers "I have never felt better in all my ******* life my baby " looking at her with a smile.
He tests his muscles and with satisfaction he checks they work perfectly, just now he is aware of the mess he has left around him and he feels ashamed "let me clean this and please forgive me".
Despite the shame he feels happy everything has gone well.



Mortll smiles “ If you want to keep feeling that way, quit calling me Baby Mortll is just fine ... and you need to drink” ... She motions to the bowl of his own blood ... “You will need to feed and drink every night ... but for now this will do you can shower and clean up after you are full and we might have to take you to get some blood bags just to make sure I am glad that you survived Andre “ She did not know why she was suddenly calling him by his first name maybe it was due to the fact no matter how exasperating the Baby crap and his bravado was he was now hers. One of her offspring, childer, spawn whatever you wished to call it, maybe even family he was now part of it.

André notices the way Mortll speaks to him, increasingly convinced that she likes women, he shrugs his shoulders, as if responding to his own thoughts.
"So now I'm a real vampire"
He shakes his head funny, "I will drink my blood with pleasure, my ba ... Mortll" he takes the bowl sipping with relish to the last drop, feeling a sudden injection of energy.
"Now I'm ready for a good bath, could you help me rubbing my back please" he says mockingly, looking at Mortll with one of his best smiles, knowing her answer.


“You know it's comments like that ... that make me think i should have just let you **** your pants” ....Mortll smiled “ Go get a shower and put some more of that cologne on you really need it right now ... you stink “ she pinched her nose and feigned displeasure. “We can either rest up here or head back to the city Your Choice ?“

He laughs at her saying.
"I would like to stay here for tonight, too many changes to assimilate"
He shakes his head thoughtful and takes a deep breath, He's finally a vampire, he owes it to her, a vampire
covered in **** and blood.
"I will take a bath and put on a little of my cologne , so that my presence does not displease you my lady "
Andre leans his forehead against the wall, his eyes closed, as he feels the warm water run down his body, washing away the dirt and with it the remnants of his former humanity. He always reflects in the shower, he feels strange, different, hard to explain.
His senses have been sharpened, the sounds come to him amplified, the smells more penetrating and a state of euphoria, as if a new power had invaded him.
Although he is alone in the shower, he senses Mortll's presence next to him, the ties that bind him to her are stronger than anything he had known before. They are not the bonds of love, they are much more powerful, he does not know how to explain it,
it's something physical, it goes round in his mind.
André closes the shower and takes the towel, he dries himself vigorously by rubbing his body, feeling paradoxically strange, alive, as this was the first minute of the rest of his unlife and he should fully enjoy it, he takes a deep breath the air fills his lungs and walks back into the room looking for Mortll