Thread: A Former Love :: Relix/Zexy

It was true that her name wasn't anywhere close to the women he knew and loved ages ago, maybe Zack was on the right course of her being someone just looking like her. Well, it is very nice to meet you Aaliyah. Vincent nodded as he listened to her speak her question. Of course, his basic answer to himself was scent. He could smell no scent native to the surrounding area on her. How should he answer it? Quite frankly, Vincent didn't know. Usually people just dropped it.. well, usually the people he's said it to, he never saw again. Her on the other hand, this is their third meeting. Watching the waiter bring two glasses of water, the male nodded softly. Thank you, kind sir. Softly before picking up the glass to take a small sip. He was just thinking about how he should answer this said question. Usually he never had to think about it, might as well just be up right with her. Placing the glass toward the center of the table, next to the glasses of wine. Vincent cleared his throat softly, After leaving in this area for nearly my whole life, you begin to develop a keen sense of smell of the area. Fragrances to colognes, wines to other alcoholic beverages, this food to that food. Vincent paused momentarily, People soon begin to familiarize themselves onto you, locals all smell the same which turns the scent dull. So, when someone such as yourself, a tourist, comes into town. You can smell they are from out of town. This was only with Vampires, of course, normal people had this same sense of scent but not as heightened as a vampire. Now, don't get me wrong. Its nothing bad or anything, you smell really amazing. It just something I was able to pick up after bumping into you the other night. Zack doesn't know a damn thing since all his senses are usually at nothing around this time of day. Stopping for a second to take a breath. So, yes, simply put. I could smell that you were someone new in town. You and all your friends. You, in particular, remind me of a woman I once knew. Vincent passing a mental sigh while he paused, You two smell exactly the same. I can't put my finger on what it is.. but, the fragrance that you are wearing is the same exact thing she wore. Truth of the matter was, Victoria never wore anything. She just smelled that way, it was strange. Vincent couldn't ever figure out how, either. Even asked back in the days of those two being together what she wore, she simply answered with nothing. But yes, apologies about going back into a bit of history of my own. The woman I was talking about was my late mother. She passed while I was young but her scent follows me around from time to time. Vincent shrugged softly, indeed, that was a lie but didn't want to seem like he was talking about another female with the Aaliyah. Seemed rather rude, another lie wouldn't hurt. Plus, who was to actually think these two would be around one another often? Vincent didn't. He still had a thought that she was Victoria but her name seemed to put a hard stake through that idea. Vincent's real mother had died way, way, way long ago. The male couldn't even remember the date that his mother died. She was a vampire, yes. Could she still be alive now? More then likely. She was burnt at the stake for being considered a witch. So, the male ran off with a friend of his mom and never spoke of it since. The restaurant had random uproars of laughter, usually coming from Zack's table. Everyone in the restaurant looked but Vincent, he knew what will happen. He's been around long enough to know that Zack will sweet talk all three of those girls to see if he takes one or all of them back to his apartment. Vincent wasn't staring the whole time at the girl, he just... looked whenever she wasn't paying attention. His eyes never going down past her chin, not that he didn't notice how her body and bust was shaped. He wasn't a pervert like his buddy in the middle of the room was. If I'm correct, Zack will stay at his table for the rest of the evening while we all are in this restaurant. He's gotten all your friends deep into his stories, so, he'll leave you be. Vincent felt he should explain the ways of his comrade because he felt like he needed to. Vincent didn't have 'fun', not since Victoria. Ever since he needed to explain why this was happening or why this person did that. Soon, the female's meal came. Vincent only ordered something little that they gave to him quickly, he explained that he only ate small amounts because of his doctor's orders. Which wasn't correct either, the male fed off human blood but didn't do it as much as of late. He didn't want to arise suspicion. Normally, he'll go twenty miles away from Paris and yeah, he'd feed. The two held minor conversation as he ate, Vincent watched his friend the whole time Aaliyah ate. Felt rude to stare while someone ate, especially someone who you barely know. Watching the group of four leave, the male let out a silent sigh. Waiter coming up with the check. Yep, as assumed. Another big bill that Vincent was supposed to pay. Vincent shook his head lightly, wayy to many drinks for four people. A huge meal that seemingly wasn't eaten. Letting out a sigh, the male leaned over some to pull out his money. Shouldn't have thought less of you, Zack. The male mumbled audibly as he pulled out enough money for the bill. Between the male and the female in the booth, their bill was barely 15... add another 215.89 on for the party of four. Well, whenever you are ready to leave. I would like to see you home. Not that you really need my company, I'm just not the one to leave a female, not saying you can't defend yourself, alone in Paris. Around this time of night, the weirdos come out to play. Vincent laughed softly, That is as long as you will let me follow you to the place you stay. I know how bad that can look as with everything thats happened. The awkwardness of me showing up if you do follow would probably sky rocket for you and make you believe I am a stalker. Chuckling softly, the male placed down three 100 dollar bills. More then enough to cover the bill and the tip. Standing upslowly, Vincent stretched some, shirt going up a tad. Waiting for the female to move in front of him, he followed behind slowly. It was proper that he carried over from old times, where men let women walk before them, held the door open. Such little things. Vincent walked behind slowly, his eyes staring at the door in front of the female. Allow me. He spoke softly, pushing the door open for her. Ladies first. With those saying he spoke in a low tone. Not many people were used to hearing those types of saying during this day and age. Feeling the wind pick up some, the male smiled softly. The wind was a nice thing to him, makes the scents of the town more alive. So, have you came to a decision? I would like to see you home safely.