Dom decided to just turn off the TV, and hang out, maybe read another one of his long overdue library books, or just go out on a walk. Being the lazy person he is, he decided to just read one of the books. Getting ack on his couch and pulling a blanket over himself he started to read, but he felt a bit off, as though he should go apologize to that girl again. But he decided against it, "She'd probably try to murder me or something if I did."
Valentina who was just generally a cold person, was now in an even worse mood. One. Now she has to find her key and soon, though at this point with all her stuff still floating around at night, she wondered if she should just get a new one. She couldn't have just anyone barging into her apartment, what if it happened during the day while she slept? She'd be dust in an instant. And two, which was probably worse, there was a friggin werewolf living RIGHT below her. She never liked werewolves. Luckily, she went to a private all vampire college, paid for by her parents. That made things easier for her. She told the story again and again to her colleges, since she really didn't have any friends,and spent most of the night discussing what to do.
Dom just felt restless, after finishing the book he stood up and went to his balcony, it was late and the city seemed to come to life. Well, what could he expect? His apartment was near a lot of the clubs and such, although he never went, so he saw a lot of people and such every night. He had wanted to go out and perhaps even party along with them, maybe just once. But he was too scared to, what if someone found out the truth about him? Just the thought of being around people sometimes scared him. And the way that girl looked at him, he was honestly terrified, maybe it was time for him to move again, after all he had always wanted to live out of the city, perhaps he could get a nice house out there or something.
As the sun started to rise Valentina flew back hurriedly, having spent too much time after class, all of her colleagues and her still discussing what to do, with other small subjects of interest sprinkled in between. In the end she just ended up telling herself to lock the door if she could find the key in time before the sun fully rose. She flew straight forward, and thudded. Into the wrong window. That is, the window of the werewolf. "SHIT!" She then flew up, and hopped in her window, shut it, and closed the thick heavy red velvet curtains so no sunlight entered what so ever. She slumped against the wall panting, and after she gathered her bearings, went about finding her key.
Dominic had woken up early in the morning, planning to go out on a walk. He pulled on a hoodie and stepped out into the hallway. He had stayed up all night thinking and wondering what to do, and eventually decided to go on a walk. Not that many people would be out this early in the morning so he was sure that no one would spot him. Even still he pulled the hood over his head hoping that his ears wouldn't peak through. Once he exited his building he just began to walk with no purpose of spot in particular, he just needed to get some fresh air. Eventually, he made it to the lake in the middle of a nearby park. He decided to sit down at one of the nearest benches and just enjoy the breeze. After a few minutes of just sitting there, he felt safe enough to let his hood down, and his wolf ears popped up.
(Ahhhck. I wanted him to see her smack into the window and be all like 'what the fuck that was too big to be a biiiird. Oh well)
(OOf, sorry. . .)
(It's aight. I'll work with it still)
(Bump?)
(I'M SORRY I WAS TIRED STRESSED STUPID AND FORGETFUL FORGIVE ME!)
((oh don't worry about it?))
Valentina, loved sunsets. It was a guilty pleasure of hers. She would hide behind her thick velvet curtains and watch them right before going to bed for the day, watching her room become awash in the vibrant colors of a new day. And while watching this, she saw the werewolf, and now she knew he was a wolf with the ears that poked through the thin hood of the hoodie. This ruined her sunset, so she quickly threw the curtains closed and went to bed immediately, secretly hoping he'd move out.
Dominic closed his eyes, enjoying the light of the early morning. His ears twitched ever so slightly, and he heard people walking towards his direction. His ears lay flat against his head, and he pulled the back over his ears. Then he realized the pointed stares they were giving him, Somethings wrong, I need to get back home. He stood up and startedto walk away from the bench, hurrying home, hoping that they weren't following him. After a while, he figured that he had lost them, and he hurried into his apartment building running up the stairs, then into his apartment. He closed the doors behind him, then locked them, making sure that every single door and window were locked, "Good lord, what's going on?" he hoped that nothing had happened, and that no one had figured out what he truly was, and if they had, that they would leave him alone.
Valentina couldn't sleep. He was on her mind. If he wasn't a werewolf he'd totally be her type but nonetheless, those ears just put her on edge. They were slobbery messy beasts who tore apart cities and were ungraceful and indescreet in their kills. She'd seen them, when she was young. They could hardly survive without a pack, so they were weak. But he had charming eyes and a bear hug sorta look, and seemed like a shy gentleman. She kept tossing the coin back and forth in her mind. Then she remembered. She moved here because her family disowned her. Because she wanted to move out and explore the world. So in retrospect, her family was fucked up in the mind. This brought her a conclusion, so she grabbed a black piece of parchment paper and wrote out in spindly spider writing. Dearest Dominic. For the strangest reasons I have found myself running you in rewind through my mind. Those big deep eyes have drowned me in your oceans and I dare say that little smile of yours makes me want to smile back. If you can figure out which of the tenants in this building has sent this to you, then it proves you are at least smarter than I figured as well. And brains ahead of beauty. She then signed it. With expectation, from someone you think you know but never truly will. She then slipped it into a plain white envelope, and headed down the stairs. Did she honestly love him? No. But. Anything to mess with her family. (For now) She took a breath, slid the envelope under his door, knocked on it, and was up the stairs and into her apartment in the blink of an eye.
He had just finished locking all the doors and barricading it out of nervousness when he heard a knock on the door, Good Lord, who the hell could this be? He waited about ten minutes, hoping that whoever it was would just go away, or would knock again if it was serious. Not hearing anyone else coming or going, he began to move the boxes and chairs out from in front of the door, then looked out the peephole. He didn't see anyone, so he figured it'd be alright, but just to play it safe, he reached for his pocket knife. He slowly opened the door and popped his head out, looking around, not seeing anyone, and closed the door again. He started to walk towards the kitchen to make something to eat, when something white caught his eye. He stooped down and picked up the envelope, turning it over to see who it was from. But the front was left blank, he shuddered a little bit, thinking about what that could mean. But his curiousity got the better of him, and he quickly opened the envelope. He skimmed over the contents of the letter and his jaw dropped, "A love letter? Who the heck would send me something like this?" He mumbled to himself, thoroughly confused and weirded out, at least more than usual. He walked over to the couch, still clutching the letter and reread it. I don't really know anyone in this building except the doorman, but he's old and straight, his wife, but again, old and hates me for no apparent reason, the landlord, but again, he's straight and happily married, and. . .I don't know anyone else except. . . Oh dear Lord, it couldn't be. He reread the letter again, and a lump in his throat formed, his cheeks turning a shade of pink, "That girl upstairs? But she hates me. . ." He mulled over what to do for a couple minutes before coming up with a decent idea, I'll just avoid her at all costs from now on. Then he remembered what he was, I was always called the runt of the pack, the omega, it's time to fix that, time to be a man. He stood up, checked how he looked in the mirror, then headed up the stairs towards Valentina's apartment. Then, he stopped in his tracks, No, I should probably bring something, like a gift. He quickly rushed to the nearby flower shop that was down the block and then rushed bac to Valentina's apartment, now properly armed. Just knock, just start a converstion, be a man.
Valentina, had drawn all the curtains closed. The heavy curtains made everything pitch black and since she was a vampire she could see in the dark. Currently she curled up in her favorite arm chair, reading quite a thick book. She didn't think he'd ever figure it out. There was many a mystery in this apartment building and it was fairly large. The only noise that could be heard was the crackle of an old gramophone playing orchestra music. It was slow and baritone, and very haunting in nature. Of course she listened to music like that. She wore pajama's, which was a thin silky black nightgown. It was meant for more sexual purposes but she liked the softness of it, and how easily the wind went through, so she wore it casually, humming along to the music.
Dominic quietly knocked on the door, hoping that she would respond and that he was right with his guess. He could hear the music playing quietly in her apartment, and was sort of enjoying, although it was a bit scary, not exactly his type of music, but it was nice all together. Not sure if she had heard him knocking, he gently knocked again, waiting to hear footsteps coming towards the door. Nervously, he adjusted his hoodie, fixing it to cover his ears, even though they were lying flat against his head. "Hello?" He called, in hopes that she would hear, "Uhm, it's me, Dominic, the guy you yelled at yesterday?"
Valentina got up, and headed to the door, completely forgetting about what she was wearing. Her finger was stuck in the place where she left off in her book, which dangled down at her legs as she opened the door. "Oh. It's you." She now how to play it like she didn't like him, see if he'd be fooled and run off of her trail. "What's with the flowers? Need help charming a girl?" She now wondered if he had figured out what SHE was. That thought alone buried deep in her skin. Would she have to move again? She hoped not.
Dominic saw what she was wearing and a dark blush rose to his cheeks, Yeah, if she's wearing that, there must be someone else.. . .But, it's worth a shot, you didn't just pay twenty dollars for some stupid boquet. Taking a deep breath, and keeping eye contact with her he started to speak, "Uhm, a little while ago I-I got this letter." He started to mumble a little bit, then his voice raised again, "And I was pretty sure it came from you, although I'm not sure why." He handed her the letter so that she could read it, "If it's not you, then I've probably made things terribly awkward between us and I apologize, but if it is, I'd just like you to tell me why you feel that way, or what you even see in me."
She looked at the flowers and grabbed them, smelling them. "Mmm…roses. My favorite." She said softly, before walking into her apartment. She flicked on a light so Dominic could see, not really sure the abilities of a werewolf when it came to night vision, and she set them down on the table right next to the chair. "Did you not read the letter?" She asked, trying to buy up some time to come up with a few reasons.
The slightly frazzeled man nodded still standing outside the apartment, not really realizing that he had been somewhat invited in. It took him a second, but he soon walked into the apartment, and just stood there, feeling very awkward and extremely nervous, "I-I did read it, and I was very confused." He took a breath, trying to mantain his composure, "I-I just wanted to know why you sent that to me, especially after how I behaved yesterday. I shouldn't have walked into your apartment." He added hastily, noting how the objects were in a different place from where they were the day before. "And, I'm also not used to this sort of thing."
"I like your doofy nature. While yes treading into my place like that bothered me, it's been swept under the rug." She still had her heavy Victorian accent as she spoke. "And you're cute, and you seem awful sweet. I do apologize for being so rude as of late. I've just been stressed with my studies." It was best to not reveal her hatred and what she knew, deciding to lay under the radar for now.
Dominic was blushing heavily as the woman spoke, Me cute? I'm just an idiot. . . He sighed softly, not knowing how to respond to what she was saying, "T-than you? Y-you seem r-rather nice yourself. . ." He started to walk into the apartment a little more, "I just uhm. . ." He looked down at his feet, "I appreciate it."
"Well I'm glad. I do everything with a very pointed plan to it. I'm an exact nature sort of person. I don't think I'm nice though. Cruel and vile, not nice. But thank you nonetheless." She smiled and sat back in her chair. "Is there another reason you came up here?" She asked quizzically as she opened up the book, and looked at him.
Dominic could definetly belive the cruel and vile part, he had seen so much of it the day before, but it almost seemed as though it was simply a facade, that she wasn't that scary. But he wasn't for sure, and he didn't want to find out that he was wrong just yet. It seemed as though he had been dismissed, so he began to walk away, then he heard her voice once more, "N-no, not really, I was just curious, but, curiousity does have its risks." He said as he fixed his hood again, "Would you like me to leave you be now?"