Falling for the unknown *OPEN*

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Rosalie pulled up to the mansion. It was huge, white, while almost resembling the look of a palace. That fact hadn’t really surprised Rosalie as it was located in London England. She was a realtor from the United States and had been hired by her company which was regional to sell this mansion. It shouldn’t have been hard to sell after all, it resembled a palace. What rich snob wouldn’t want it?

Rosalie got out of the car and pulled out the keys to the mansion. She walked up to the door and unlocked it looking around. It definitely had potential, though it was slightly dusty. It would be a huge fixer upper since it didn’t seem like anyone had been there for centuries. Rosalie walked up the stairs and ran her finger over the staircase. The dust was caked onto the railing. She cringed her nose in disgust.

A huge fixer upper.

She took a look around the room, seeing what needed to be fixed that way she could probably calculate how much the buyer would have to spend, if that person were to ask. As she walked back down the house she recalled the reason this house hadn’t been bought. One of her co-workers was a major gossip and loved scaring people.

It had been because this mansion had been ‘haunted’ some might say. They weren’t legible sources, but anyone who came into the house never came out alive with strange bite marks on their neck as proof why no one should come inside the building. Vampires, her co-worker had said.

Rosalie, being the realist she was scoffed at the idea of the house being haunted by vampires, no less. It was preposterous! As she looked back at the old staircase she grinned.

She was still alive, wasn’t she?

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He slept on the very edge of death. Everytime the sun broached the horizon, he slept the timeless, dreamless sleep that was the gift of his sire. But the sun was still in the sky when he started to stir. The low, seductive beat called to what was left of his soul. The even, dull thump that grew louder, more powerful in it's call dragging him away from near oblivion that he dwelt in.

His blue eyes snapped opened, his ears straining to hear the call that brought him to this sluggish wakefullness. He slowly raised himself from his bed, willing his diminished heart to work, moving the pool of stolen blood through his outer body. The years of practice paid off as his deathly white pallor darkened to a more natural one for a Anglo-Saxon. He walked to the mirror, and saw that his light brown hair was no mussed at all. He then walked to his wardrobe, and selected his suit. Navy blue trousers and jacket, light blue shirt and a dark blue tie. His feet were placed into black socks and black leather shoes that shone in the dim lights of his safest sleeping quarters.

He carefully left his room, making sure that he made little noise. It was then that he heard the sounds of someone else within his haven. He smiled, thinking it would serve the intruder right to awaken him earlier. They would serve as a nice refreshment, before he began his nightly routine.

It didn't take long for him to find the intruder, and the person he saw surprised him. She was a beauty, even attired in what passed for clothing these days. Still, he decided he would enjoy her company for a while, before using her as his meal for the day.

"Good afternoon."

Rosalie turned quickly, nearly jumping from fear at her earlier thoughts. She laid eyes on the handsome man before her wearing dark blue. She hadn't really been expecting someone so soon, so it had been a huge shock for her.

"Good afternoon. I'm Rosalie. I'm sorry I hadn't really been expecting someone so soon."

She paused as she pulled out her pen and looked at her clipboard at the information. Then Rosalie looked back up him after he introduced himself. "Are you interested in looking at the mansion then?"

Rosalie gave a brief pause as wind blew through the window causing her hair to sway in rhythm with it. "I could show you around, if you'd like."

"Hello, Mistress Rosalie. My Name is Reynolds, Mister Archibald Reynolds. It is a pleasure to meet you."

He took his time to look at her, and assess who she was. He realised that she was another of those real estate agents coming to sell his haven. Now, after a long and careful process, he could finally take ownership of it, and stop these irritating interruptions.

"I am very interested in this abode. I have had my eye on it for quite a long time."

'For about as long as you have been alive, my dear, maybe even longer.'

"Of course, I would be delighted to have you show me what this place has to offer." She was healthy, with would improve her taste immensly, as long as she was not too extreme with her diet. But before he finally took her, he thought he would see who well she performed certain tasks. He had been lonely, and didn't have anyone around who could fulfill those special needs he had.

'Yes, I think she will do quite nicely.'

If they were in the United States, Rosalie would have found the way he spoke odd with words such as abode but they were in England and she assumed thats how most englishmen spoke. She didn't mind it however, in fact she wished that guys in the U.S spoke in such a manner. She nodded at his mention of being interested in the mansion.

"Alright then, it's a bit of a fixer upper." Rosalie said, waiting for his response to that. When he showed that he was still interested, she started up the stairs, then looked down at her papers. "It has 10 bedrooms. 5 of which are guests." Though she couldn't figure out what people had that many guests. After all, this wasn't the 18th century any longer.

She showed him each and every room which were all dusty from lack of care.

Archibald followed Rosalie around his haven, noting that it was in need of maintenance. But that would be handled later, after he dealt with this most delightful of intruders. Even though she was American, she did have a certain charm to her. So much so, that he would definitely keep her around for a while.

"Well, Mistress Rosalie, all of the best things in life require some effort to obtain, and get into the proper state to enjoy properly."

They reached the entertaining room, which was the cleanest room in the haven. That was due to his visiting the room each night before he did anything else.

"Excuse my possible ill manners, but what is an American woman doing selling an English property?"

She smiled at his words about the best things needed to be cared for before they actually became the best. If only American guys could be so patient, American men always wanted what they could get in that instant, whether it be the perfect property.

She was of course, shocked by his question. It hadn't offended her though. It was sort of odd that she, an American girl came alllllll the way to London to sell a house. "My company is regional, so sometimes I travel from the U.S all the way to Italy."

Rosalie smiled, "Strange, I know. And though there are real estate agents here in London, they trust me the most."

"My apologies for offending you. I didn't mean to cause offence. Though it is good to know that I am in such capable hands.

"So, what are you thoughts and opinions on this place? Would you enjoy living in such a place as this, once it was properly restored?"

While her eyes were elsewhere, he looked at her, imagining her neck pressed against his lips. He also wondered if this one might turn out to be a leg girl. His gaze slipped to her legs, noting the firm toned shape. But he ensured that his gaze was back toward her face when she looked back at him.

"Oh, you didn't offend me..." Rosalie said with a smile. "Its a perfectly normal question, like I said I know its very odd to have real estate agents that work here in London but someone from America is doing the work. I totally understand and probably would have asked the same question."

Then he asked about her ideas for the place. To be honest, she'd never been approached like that before, as though she were going to buy the mansion, "Well, I'd probably have some work done on it, the floors are really creaky as you can here excluding the entertaining room. That might be dangerous for any guests you might plan to have here." She blushed at his next question, would she want to live there?

"Me? I, well if I were looking for a place to live, I suppose I would rent it from you, if I were the customer." She decided that he was asking her what she thought of the place to see if it was actually worth buying. "Assuming you did buy the mansion." Rosalie finished.

"I'm afraid you have misinterpreted the nature of my inquiry. Whenever I acquire any property, I always ask the opinions of the Realtor. I find that someone who actually likes the abode they are trying to sell tends to do a far better job on the sale.

"But, you have actually prompted an idea. Do you actually have a residence here in London? If not, I am more than willing to make you an offer to reside here once I have all the necessary work done. That is if you are actually looking for somewhere to stay."

Archibald looked around his haven, thinking of how it would be having someone staying there, even temporarily. The idea had some appeal, and a new direction started to form, one that had much greater appeal than his original plans.

"Now, Mistress Rosalie, what is the asking price for this establishment?"

"Oh, it was just a hypothetical way to answer you." Rosalie said, with a smile. "I didn't think you had any intentions of renting." She said, then paused thoughtfully at his next response. "Yes, I do actually. The Hilton hotel. " She grinned playfully, "That would be nice though, I'm sure you'll do great with the renovations."

She paused and once again looked down at her clipboard that was full of information. " The asking price is 100,000.00 dollars." She wasn't sure why it was so expensive other than the fact that it must've been very historical or something. That was the only reason, she knew why it would be expensive.

Archibald's eyebrows lifted at the quoted price. "One hundred thousand... I think that is a respectable price to pay for such an abode. Consider the deal complete, Mistress Rosalie."

Archibald waited for Rosalie to look at him. The human mind was a malleable thing, and he knew that he could command anything of this mortal, and she would do it as if a puppet on a string. But it was akin to breaking an egg's shell with a hammer. It lacked the necessary finesse, as well as marring the subject too greatly. No, subtlety and a gentle touch made for a much more pleasurable experience. When his chosen gave up their lives willingly to allow for his continued existence, their taste was far greater than if simply commanded like a drone.

"Mistress Rosalie, when I have this place in a suitable condition, I would be most pleased if you will live here with me as opposed to staying in a hotel. It is the least I can do for you.

"Now, shall we organise for the transfer of the title and funds?"

Rosalie looked surprise, this guy must've been loaded or something because not many people would buy a house or mansion for $100,000.00 they'd at least look at their options before considering the deal complete. This man, Archibald seemed confident and sure that he wanted the mansion though and normally she would try to convince the buyer to at least shop around before jumping into a deal however, Rosalie didn't do this.

Instead, she said "Alright."

She smiled at his suggestion, his strong suggestion that she live with him the moment the house had gotten its renovation.

Rosalie nodded, "I'll consider it and thank you for the offer. Yes, we should organize the transfer of funds and title."

"It has been a while since I have done something like this. The last few properties I have acquired have been through personal agents and representatives who were more well versed in the process than I am.

"Now, what currency does the seller prefer? Pounds Sterling, US Dollars or Euros? I can easily accommodate any of the above choices. And the funds can be transferred within 24 hours as well.

"The other matter of note for me is how long will it take to the title to transfer? The main reason is to effect the repairs to the property as quickly as possible. If I can have a date for when the property will be actually, and legally mine, then I can have workers in as soon as possible after that date."

Archibald walked over closer to where she stood, but to look out one of the windows.

"Have you heard the childhood tales of horror about this place? I have heard grown folks say that this place is haunted, or that it is home to a vampire of all things. Where on earth do people get such strange thoughts from?" He turned to look at Rosalie. "Please, tell me you haven't entertained such foolish notions as well?"

Rosalie pushed her dark brown locks out of her eyes as she took another glance at her clipboard. "Uh, the seller since he is from england, he prefers euros." She stated, it should take 7 business days for the title to be transferred, that's not too long is it?"

Rosalie couldn't help but grin at the mention of the horror tales about this very mansion. "Yes, I do believe some of my friends and co-workers tried to warn me that there was some kind of haunting placed on this mansion, but being the logical girl that I am, I don't really believe such myths. After all, if this so called ghost or vampire or whatever it was, is indeed here..than why are we still alive? Right?"

"Now, Mistress Rosalie, when it comes time for me to sign any documentation, I will only be available during the evenings. I hope that will not be too much of an inconvenience for you?"

Archibald smiled, thinking of the fact that she was still alive, at least for now. Until such time as the deeds for his haven came into his possession, she would be safe.

"Indeed. The fact that the creature has done nothing does lend credence to the point of view that it is all just a fanciful tale.

"Pardon my being forward, but do you have any plans for the rest of the evening? I think some form of celebration is in order, and I feel that you should enjoy the spoils of your efforts as well."

"Now, Mistress Rosalie, when it comes time for me to sign any documentation, I will only be available during the evenings. I hope that will not be too much of an inconvenience for you?"

Only able to be available during the evening? How...odd, perhaps he worked all day, that must've been it. "Oh, its fine, whatever time works for you." Rosalie said, "And you really don't have to call me mistress, just Rosalie is fine." she insisted.

"Indeed. The fact that the creature has done nothing does lend credence to the point of view that it is all just a fanciful tale.

Rosalie nodded in agreement, but didn't say much afterwards, because she hadn't really wanted to talk about such fairy tales and myths. They weren't real and she wasn't a child any longer.

"Pardon my being forward, but do you have any plans for the rest of the evening? I think some form of celebration is in order, and I feel that you should enjoy the spoils of your efforts as well."

"I don't have any plans actually. I was just going to go back to the hotel room and rest, probably watch some television. Why do you ask?"

"And you really don't have to call me mistress, just Rosalie is fine."

"As you wish, Rosalie. It is just the way I have been raised. It is deemed impolite to use a person's first name until given permission. Until such time, I would refer to them by the family name. Since I did not know yours, I referred to you as 'Mistress'. And since you have honoured me to use your name, please call me Archibald."

He gave her a charming smile, thinking of the evening ahead. He might even manage to get a taste of her too.

"As I said, Rosalie, I believe that a celebration is in order. I was thinking of inviting you out do dine with me. That is, if I am not being too forward. Afterward, I will happily escort you back to your hotel. But, please, do not feel obligated in any manner to accept."

He wondered if she would accept, without any interference. He wanted this woman, to taste her life.

'No, not before I can make up more of the salve. I must not leave any trails to be followed.'

He stopped, momentarily confused. He was thinking of a long term companionship, rather than another meal. Not that it really mattered. If he changed his mind, nothing would be lost. Once more, the thought of drinking her brought a smile to his face.

"As I said, Rosalie, I believe that a celebration is in order. I was thinking of inviting you out do dine with me. That is, if I am not being too forward. Afterward, I will happily escort you back to your hotel. But, please, do not feel obligated in any manner to accept."

Rosalie smiled at Archibald, he thought she would feel obligated? What nonsense! OF course she wouldn't feel obligated, besides the fact that he was very handsome did not dissuade her from wanting to have a nice dinner with him, if not more...

"I don't feel obligated at all. I would love to join you for dinner, thank you for the offer." Rosalie said with another sweet smile, "When did you plan on going? I mean, I'm free at any time."

"I don't feel obligated at all. I would love to join you for dinner, thank you for the offer." Rosalie said with another sweet smile, "When did you plan on going? I mean, I'm free at any time."

"You are most welcome, my dear. I know of a nice little place where we can dine. I was thinking at about 8PM this evening. Also, if you are interested, there may be some dancing that we can do as well. Not the modern club style dancing, but something much more... stylish.

"Do you mind if I meet you outside your hotel? At 8PM? It will be a nice walk from your hotel to the restaurant."

"You are most welcome, my dear. I know of a nice little place where we can dine. I was thinking at about 8PM this evening. Also, if you are interested, there may be some dancing that we can do as well. Not the modern club style dancing, but something much more... stylish."

She had to smile at that comment about how modern style dancing was less fashionable than whatever he had planned. It actually interested her to see what sort of dancing he'd meant. Rosalie loved dancing and had even dabbled in different cultural dances like salsa, so any type of dance was exciting to her, like a challenge.

"Sounds fun."


"Do you mind if I meet you outside your hotel? At 8PM? It will be a nice walk from your hotel to the restaurant."

"That is perfect, it'll give me a chance to get ready." Rosalie smiled then looked at her watch. It was already 5 in the evening but in London, it was already dark as though it were 8 in the U.S. "Well, I should go and get ready. I'll see you at eight then?"

Archibald smiled, and took Rosalie's hand and gently kissed it. He felt her natural warmth, the beat of her pulse and the subtle smell of living tissue. He even savoured the briefest of tastes of Rosalie herself.

"I shall see you at eight." He released her hand, and walked towards the front door, quickly and quietly detouring to his place of rest. For one who had existed for as long as he had, the two hours he needed to wait was a mere blink of an eye.

His one addition to his outfit was a deep blue cloak that stopped at his ankles. He arranged it so the clasp was in front of his right shoulder, allowing his right arm the freedom of movement. Pleased with his appearance, Archibald walked to the hotel. He drew looks from passers-by, including a number of compliments. He thanked those people, smiling at the thought that his attire was still viewed in a positive light.

He arrived outside the hotel with five minutes to spare, and casually waited for his dining companion to arrive.

As soon as Rosalie left the mansion, she remembered that she had to go buy a dress, she hadn't exactly come prepared for a night out on the town and by the looks of Archibald, he didn't seem like the kind of guy to take her out for fish and chips. Once at the store, she found a very lovely yet flirty but also sophisticated red dress, it outlined the curves of her breasts along with her figure perfectly.

After purchasing the dress, she went back to her hotel and for the next hour, prepared herself for the 'celebration'. 5 minutes before 8 o clock, there was a knock on the door. It seemed that the english weren't exactly late. Brushing her hand through her hair once more, Rosalie took a deep breath and answered the door.

"Right on time." Rosalie flashed Archibald a smile, "Please, come in."

He decided to actually go to her room, and it didn't take much effort to have the young girl behind the desk inform him of where Rosalie was located. When he arrived, he knocked on her door, and was admitted almost straight away.

Archibald was very surprised at what she saw when he walked in. Rosalie looked stunning. He let his eyes slowly roam over her, admiring the dress, and how she filled it.

'Why do I care how she looks? She is nothing but my next feed.' He frowned slightly as he was once more caught up by how she looked in the dress. Like he was interested in her the way he would have been before he... changed.

He returned his normal expression while Rosalie got herself ready.

"Might I say, that is a wonderful dress you have on, my dear. I know I will be the envy of many men at the restaurant for having such a wonderful looking dining partner.

"Whenever you are ready, my dear." He offered his arm to her.

"Might I say, that is a wonderful dress you have one, my dear. I know I will be the envy of many men at the restaurant for having such a wonderful looking dining partner."

Rosalie gave him a small smile and headed for her room, he followed behind her as she grabbed some gold earring and started putting them on. "Thank you, that is so sweet of you to say that."

She grabbed some perfume and sprayed it all over her body. It was the scent of flowers, Lilacs to be precise.

"Okay, I'm ready..." Rosalie said

"Whenever you are ready, my dear." He offered his arm to her.

Rosalie for some odd reason, found herself blushing. It was odd because she'd hardly known the man. She took hold of his hand and let him lead her out to his car after locking the door behind her.