Third Time's a Charm - locked to iamsexandcandy

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He was an idiot. That's all. Complete and utter idiocy. He was out there, standing in the middle of some fucking vamp bar, staring out at the crowd of fang bangers who were begging to be bled dry while he watched for a head of red hair. Fuck it... he was an asshole for even showing up.

He groaned to himself and shook his head, glancing down at the bar and waiting to see if any of this was going to make any sense here in a minute. It wasn't going to, he figured out. He was just waiting... hoping that something was about to change. Something was going to make him feel like he wasn't the asshole even though this drink in his hand was telling him that he was.

If she didn't show in the next five minutes, he was leaving. No looking back. No trying again. He wasn't going to keep fucking this up.

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Jess hadn't been going to Fangtasia for the sheer fact that she had not wanted to run into him again. She has driven past there on a few occasions though, had even sat outside the bar for hours on a few occasions just to see if he would show his face again. He didn't seem to be around, so Jess thought that it would be a good time to go back now. Sh was hungry, and she wanted to eat. Figuring that tonight she could run in, find a mark, entice them, get them to the bathroom, glamour them, and then leave. Yeah, that is what she hoped would happen.

Walking into the bar, she had on a white men's top that was button down, and tied at her belly button, with a pair of low-rise, acid wash, darkish blue jeans, a pair of black low-cut boots with a 4 inch heel, and her hair pinned back on both sides of her head. Just with the right amount of makeup on her lips, and eyes to get that deathly cast to look a lot less deathly. Once inside the bar, she began to look around for that petite, hot blond guy she had flirted with before. Not really looking toward the bar, not yet anyway.

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He was mid-drink when he saw her. He swallowed it down and clenched his jaw, waiting to see what she would do. She was looking for something. She was on the prowl. Jessica was easier to read than most vampires, but mostly because she was fairly new, he figured. He thought they probably lost that human emotion eventually towards the later years of their existence. For now, she was still too human to hide it all.

And so he waited, not interrupting, not calling her over. If she was there to feed, he was going to wait because he knew better this time than to go in and get in the way of a hungry vampire, especially her with all that emotion running around in her head. He was doing the best he could at remaining quiet.

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Jessica was spotted first by the guy she had been looking for, and as he walked up behind her and put his hand on her back in an intimate manner in order to get her attention. Jessica did her best to let all the annoyance with him touching her without an invite drain from her features. Turning slowly once she felt she got her face under her control. Jessica smiled at him, licking her lips as she noted that favorite vein of hers right on his neck. Stepping into him a bit, she put her own hands on his hips and began speaking to him. Glamouring him easily. A moment or two later they slipped into the bathroom all over each other.

Hands, and mouths were all over the other person as the managed to walk awkwardly into the bathroom of the bar. Having walked into plenty of people on their way to there. After about fifteen minutes though Jessica stepped back out of the bathroom on her own. Looking refreshed, and more alive than she had when she walked into the bar. A couple of moments later the kid walked out a bit dazed, but he didn't appear bit, or sick in any way. Jessica knew better, and had been drilled by her Maker about making sure that if you drink from a human that no one knows it, nor do they catch you at it. Since drinking from humans is illegal and will get you the true death. So, that was one thing that Jess was good about making sure no one knew about when and if she did do it. This time was no different. Once out of there, Jessica was feeling less grumpy, so she decided to hit the dance floor for a bit, getting out the last bits of her annoyance of the previous days out by just shaking what the god lord gave her.

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He watched the exchange with a passive expression. He wasn't holding her nature against her. Not this time. She was what she was and even though he seemed unnecessarily worried about her, he was going to let her to her own vices. When Jessica emerged from the bathroom, the man in tow a moment later, she looked a little pinker than she had before. That was partially his cue.

Without intruding completely, Wylie downed the remainder of his drink and stood to wait at the edge of the dance floor. He didn't approach her and he didn't try and catch her attention. He just watched, hands tucked in his jeans and eyes on her. Finally, he spoke, his voice no louder than usual, knowing that she'd be able to hear him even over the music. "Jessica... I wanna talk," he said.

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At the sound of that voice, Jessica's head spun around quickly to eye the person that that voice belonged too. Her eyes tightened, and narrowed, but she said nothing in reply to him. This time, this time she would give him nothing to use against her. Nothing to throw in her face, nothing to turn into something abusive, and this way she wouldn't have to stoop to that level and abuse, or yell back at him. Biting the corner of her lip, she took a step toward him with a faint nod of her head. That was all she would give him in regard to his words.

Then Jessica turned back toward the dance floor, cutting across it to front of the bar and then out the front door as she waited for him to join her. The humans that were out there taunting her, yelling, screaming, trying to get her to come at them couldn't even get a simple rise from her tonight. She had shut them all out as she waited for Wylie to join her, that way they could walk to wherever might be the best, most quiet place to go to and 'talk' like he had wanted.

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He took his cue from her and followed. She was tight lipped tonight, which he assumed was going to work out to being a good thing. He wasn't sure he could handle having another fight with her, not when it was so grossly outmatched. He was nothing compared to a vampire and he knew that. There was no reason for him to feel like he should have to defend himself if he didn't give her anything to be upset about.

Wylie followed and once outside, continued to walk out past the crowd and around the corner of the building. It was standing at the back entrance that he realized that it would be quiet enough for them to talk without being interrupted even though part of him thought he shouldn't be allowing himself to be alone with her like this. Who knew if she held grudges or not?

"Are you well?" he asked first, not sure where to start exactly.

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Jessica didn't look at him, but once she heard his foot falls heading toward the back of the place, Jessica began to follow. She could sense he was a bit hesitant about this just by the heightened beats of his heart. He wasn't in panic mode, but he was feeling a bit edgy that much was apparent. Jessica liked that too, liked that a lot to be honest.

So, once he made it around the back, Jessica followed him and stood across from him with her hands shoved in her pockets.

"I'm fine, don' I look well?"

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"You look great," he replied, his voice even and steady though part of him would usually say more. He was here for a reason, he knew that. It wasn't just to bug her or pick a fight and maybe she wasn't going to get that, but she wasn't mad at him yet. That could all turn around in a second if he said the wrong thing, which was a bad habit of his.

"I came to apologize," he said finally, voice still steady.

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Jessica smiled at that comment, she too thought she looked pretty damn good this evening. That wasn't the point though, was it? She watched him with a critical eye, waiting for him to yell at her again. Call her something bad, something trashy, something worse than all of that. What he said next made Jessica's head snap back with a surprised look on her face.

Truth be told, she was sorry as well, but she was really surprised to hear it from him first.

"I...uh, thank you," she said tentatively. "I got reason ta say I'm sorry as well," might as well bite the bullet here too. She didn't move though from where she stood. Her hands were still in her pockets as she regarded him.

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He nods as she apologizes too. He wasn't going to argue that both of them needed to say they were sorry at some point, so he took it where he could get it. For right now, he was doing his best to be humble and continue to be as gentlemanly as possible, though that was a feat in and of itself.

"That was it. I didn't want to interrupt or disturb you tonight, I just wanted to say I was sorry, so..." he tugged his hair as he brushed a hand through the unruly locks before looking at her again, giving a half shrug.

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"Right...well, I can say tha' ya ain't interruptin' nothin'. I mean, this place is a public place. Ya got every right ta be here, an' with me around as well," she looked around. Feeling awkward then and there.

"Truth be tole, I was jus' goin' home. So, ya ain't gotta worry about gettin' in my way. Plenty a hot people here ta go around," she was flailing at having something to say. Not sure what to say in a situation like this? She looked as awkward as she felt just then too.

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"Oh, okay..." he nodded against and rocked forward once onto the balls of his feet before settling back again, shoulders hunched forward making his impressive height look much smaller.

He nodded again, as if to assure himself that yes, it was fine if she decided to leave him there, but then he realized fuck that, he was Wylie Kerns. "Can I take you home?" he asked, knowing full well that she was faster than anything he could get there with.

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She watched him with her head down, taking a deep interest in everything he was doing. He seemed to be really trying to not rock the proverbial boat with her in it and it felt weird. Yet, she wouldn't say anything about it. Gotta take what you can when you got it, right?

So, she registers more surprise when he asks to take her home. Her head snapping back once more, eyes going wide. "Yeah? Ya wanna? I mean, sure...we can, I mean you can," she grumbled and looked down. Biting at her bottom lip a moment. "I mean, yeah, I'd like that!"

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He waited to see if there was going to be an answer in all that babbling of hers and when she finally did answer and agreed he gave a half smile and waved her off towards his bike. Yes, that is again what he drove out here because that was all he owned at the moment. He brought her with him, pulling out the keys and climbing on, patting the rear seat for her to get onto. There wasn't much of a seat given that it was a sport bike, but she was stroke and steady and she wouldn't have a problem sitting there.

"Let's go," he said, not quite as cheerful as normal. "Tell me where I'm headed."

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She followed after him, and was admiring the view shamelessly as they did walk. Once he got on the bike, Jessica slid onto it right behind him. Pushing her front up against his back as she wrapped her arms around his middle. Then she had a thought, so leaning more forward in the seat Jessica pressed a tender kiss against his cheek. Whispering in his ear,"thank you, Wylie."

She nodded to his question about where to go, and Jessica smirked to herself. "King Bill's house. Make a right outta the parkin' lot, then go down 'bout a quarter-mile to the highway. When you get there, we are goin' south on the highway. I'll tell ya when we get close." Lazily she rubbed her hand over his chest and belly as she sat there.

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He followed the directions she gave him, consciously ignoring the way she ran her hand over his chest. Driving her back didn't take too long at the speed he was going. He did eventually find his way there and pulled up in front of the house, stopping and holding the bike up, figuring she'd jump off and he'd drive away. Right now he wasn't even sure where he was going, but that didn't matter.

"There you are," he replied kind of sweetly, but not too over the top.

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Jessica got off his bike, then just stood there staring at nothing in particular. Her feet seemed like a really good place to start. She was biting her lower lip, holding both of her arms behind her back as she rocked back and forth, just looking at him for a bit.

Then she kicked herself into gear. She felt a bit nervous, and worried. Yet, she was happy to see him, have him close by. It had really felt nice being close to him on that bike. So, Jessica swallowed her fear, and pressed on.

"So, uh Wylie, would'ya care ta come in? We got beer, wine, other stuff ta drink. It'd be nice ta jus' sit down an' talk to you. Only if ya wanna though, no harm or rush," she added the last part rather quickly.

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He wasn't expecting that. He wasn't sure what he was expecting actually. He stared at her, head tilted to the side. He shrugged, climbed off the bike and hit the kick stand. Tucking his hands in his pockets and glanced down at his feet, much like she had and then nodded. "Sure."

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She smiled, kind of seeing that flicker of may be surprise? Something that let her know he wasn't expecting what she just asked of him. That made her happy. She liked Wylie, and truth be told. The last time they were together was insane. It was like neither of them knew what was happening, how to handle it, or how to talk to one another. Jessica was still getting used to all of this, with people, with affection, and especially with her vampiric nature.

So, she was beyond chuffed that Wylie even showed back up. That he wanted to talk to her, to apologize. She knew, somewhere deep down, that it was a good thing and meant that there was hope between them. Whether it be friends, lovers, or more.

He just stared at her, and she couldn't help the tender smile that graced her lips for him. When he shrugged, and climbed off his bike. Jessica had no choice in the matter, he was too freaking adorable for words right then. Leaning in, she gave the side of his lips a quick, tender kiss.

Then she pulled back, with her hands still behind her back and waited for him to walk with her into the house. Past all the guards, who patted him down."Uh, sorry fer tha'! I kinda forgot tha' we had them now," waiting for them to be over with their pat down. She held the door open for him. Letting him into the now opulent Compton Manor. It was all shiny, with chandeliers, and to her it still held lots of the charm it had before he became King.

"The kitchen is this way, then we can go ta my room? Only if ya wanna though? Or we can sit in the livin' room, ya let me know? Um, are ya hungry? I think we got food. I mean, Bill has lots of humans workin' for him, so we got beer, and cold cuts, bread, and some such. If yer hungry, I can make ya somethin' ta eat!" She was doing everything in her power to be nice, and to take care of him. She wanted to show him just how sorry she was for that day.

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It wasn't the first time that Wylie had been patted down. He didn't even care that much and didn't say anything in response to her apology. He understood why they were doing it. All they needed was some punk human showing up with a stake. She gave a few options for what they could do and he let her finish before raising an eyebrow and smiling softly. "I don't need anything. I'm fine, thank you though," he said it evenly, trying not to wonder too much about what her room consisted of. He was curious to see it.

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Jessica kind of watched with mild amusement as Wylie got pat down. In the back of her mind she was sort of wishing it had been her that was patting him down. Just because it looked like it could be both fun, and an easy way to feel him up. She then snapped out of her reverie, biting her bottom lip pretty hard at the thought. If she could blush, she would have done it.

"Ya are more than welcome, hon. I want ya ta feel at home here, so the kitchen is right down this hall here at the back a' the house. I can show ya later if ya get hungry or somethin'. or I can jus' make whatcha want for ya," she hated how food smelled, since it was just dead, rotten flesh to her that she could barely stomach. He was her guest, so she didn't mind helping him out.

When he said no to all the stuff she offered, Jessica shrugged but smiled. Leading him upstairs. Once up the stairs, they went to the left. Bill had them take two of the rooms upstairs and rebuild them to make her room. It was one big room, and one of the smaller rooms that they took some of the walls down, and reorganized the dry wall to make the walk in closet, and to add in the bathroom. Making her room a little bigger than she was used to, but she loved it all the same!

(ooc this could change as the seasons progress, but so far this is from my imagination and something I thought Jessica might enjoy for a place to rest her head. And something nice that Bill put together for her to show that he actually did start to care for her now with recent seasons. I hope this all makes sense! XD Sorry for he length, I got kind of inspired~!)

She finally got to decorate her own room, with Bill's help. He had some human decorator's come in to do it. Jessica wanted some dark colors, with an exotic flare since she never got to have anything like that before. The walls were a deep burgundy with an ornate design threaded through it. To her it almost looked like henna tattoos, (they told her that the wallpaper was inspired by the sari's of India )but in dark copper. There was a deep burgundy spread on her bed, which was a four poster, wrought iron deal. It had pieces of burgundy, and dark, muted cooper very diaphanous material hanging down each post, and they where threaded together at the top of the canopy. Around the sides of the top of the canopy were pieces of wood that were covered in the same wallpaper as the walls.

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There was a fireplace in the room that was made with very dark stones and it had a wrought iron set of tools, and a very beautiful grate on the front of it, with an old mirror above it that looked distressed and was surrounded by a dark copper frame. the mirror took up the whole top of the wall. All around the top of each wall were little lights in a dark red and copper that alternated in length. There was two ficus trees in distressed muted copper planters on each side of the door. Held back at the side of bed were thick, velvet curtains in a dark burgundy color that looked like blood, held back by copper wire with leaves on the ends. The same copper leaves were threaded around each post on her bed, and the burgundy and copper material were threaded through them in alternating patterns. The rug was a dark color,which was very plush, and thick. The bed was also very thick, and very high, it had a couple of small stairs that she had to use to climb onto the bed. There was a walk in closet next to the bathroom door, and next to the fire place was an armour that was hand painted, the paint was distressed, and the same leave like pattern mixed with the pattern in the wallpaper that was hand painted on the front of the door. It matched a small chest of drawers across from the bed. Then there was a very opulent makeup chair, and table made of the same wrought iron as the bed had been made out of, and on the seat was a dark burgundy silk material to cover the seat. It had a brush and mirror set on the top of the chest of drawers that looked very old fashioned, and were made of copper, they were made for her specifically, there was also a jewelry box next to it that was made of a very rich, very dark mahogany and inside was a bunch of bangles, some rings, and a couple of necklaces given to her by Bill, or Hoyt for birthdays, anniversaries or what have you. Bill even had a very ornate metal hair comb made for Jessica out of copper and gold, and white gold all mixed together. It was hammered out with pieces of each metal curled, then twisted around one another. It was delicate, fragile looking and Jessica was so scared to wear it for fear of losing it, but she left it out on her dresser to show off.
She had a giant flat screen in her bedroom, with bookcases on each side with both books and movies. Two things she loved now since she was out of her house. She could read, or watch whatever she wanted now. Bill even bought her her own Wii to play on, so she could play with him and so she could practice with it. The television was on the wall, but under it was a cabinet made of copper that held her game system and all her games, plus her remotes and anything else she needed to hide. One each side of her bed were bed tables made from wrought iron, with lamps made of wrought irons that had copper leaves wrapped around, and through the base of each lamp. Since each lamp was not solid, but made of three bars each, with a metal bar around the center, and bend to look cylinders, on each lamp were shades made of burgundy sari material with copper threading through it.

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Imported from India, the decorator's made the lamp shades just for Jessica. And last but not least were a bunch of hat boxes that had depictions of Indian gods, goddesses, dancers and other things like elephants on them with copper inlaid that was hammered out, and then cut to be very ornate around the lid of each. Each box was smaller than the bottom one. Inside the top one, which looked sort of more worn than the others since she used it to store anything she found to be special. Pressed flowers, cards, trinkets, and so on that she kept from Hoyt, from Bill, from Sookie, and so on. The other ones held clothing, or whatever else she needed them for, she had a desk that was wrought iron, with a small red lap top, a few notebooks, her journal, each notebook was decorated like a journal would be, since she liked using them than using boring, old notebooks. There were pencils, pens, scissors, a stapler and whatever else someone might need very neat on the desk. The phone was one of those cool princess phones that was a dial phone.


The bathroom had black and gray tiles with black and gray towels that were very plush, a black shower curtain with intricate gray designs in it. There were black and red candles decorating the sink counter, and the candles smelled like blood, or so they said. There was a giant mirror over the sink, and the actual sink was a cool, dark metal color that looked like it was scalloped, the knobs were made of wrought iron and had a burnished look to them. The wall held a few lights on it that dangled right above your head in the same colored metal as the sink. The tub was huge, and had clawed feet, it was specially made...since Bill had one too, to be a Jacuzzi as well. There was a window inside where the shower was, and she had a bunch of bath salts, beads, creams, lotions, bath oils, shampoos, conditioners, face cleansers, scrubs, shaving creams, deep conditioners, etc, etc. She had stuff for dry hair, clarifying stuff, cream cleansers, face soaps, scented bath gels,scented liquid soaps from all kinds of expensive companies like Sephora, Philosophy and other places, and cheap stuff from CVS too. She loved all of her products, but they were all organized and the bathroom was kept sparkling clean. The rugs were a dark, charcoal gray and was the cover to the toilet. She had a wrought iron metal shelving unit that fit over the toilet that held her brushes, a basket with folded towels in it, a metal basket with rolled up wash cloths in it. She had another metal basket with all of her hair products in it. There was a shelve over the sink with all of her lotions and creams, her face products and anything else she might need. All of her supplies were underneath the sink, or in the small closet near the door to the bathroom. Behind the door hung two charcoal gray fluffy robes to be used by her and any guests she might have over.

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Is everything okay? I haven't heard from you at all. Our post is silent, so I replied the other day to your smutty post and I imed you once or twice when you were on and got nothing. Did I do something wrong?