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[LOLA ARDNULL]

is there anybody going to listen to my story,
all about the girl who came to stay?

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Lola’s eyes moved over the many tables, taking in the crowd. She had just woken up from her eight hours of sleep—something Lola had just adjusted to. Her internal clock told her it was time to sleep when the clock reached 9 A.M and then woke her 8 hours later at 6 P.M. Naturally, she took her time preparing herself for the night ahead—after all, she had all the time in the world!

Her hair was left hanging in waves around her shoulders, framing her face. She was wearing a nice red dress that cut off at her knees and showed a moderate amount of cleavage. Yes, she dressed fashionably enough for the time, one thing Lola had always managed somehow. She may be old but for a vampire she was young. She had been born as things were changing and things continue to change more and more rapidly through her extended life—so she was adjusted to the way things changed.

She inhaled deeply taking in the scents of her own bar, giving her an idea of some of the people present tonight. Some scents were just familiar to her by now—and she knew the regulars the moment they entered, by their scent, voices and appearance. This bar was the best thing Lola had ever done with herself and she prided herself in its creation. It was a location where vampires were forbidden to kill or harm one another—or her staff of course.

Her staff consisted of vampires for security, and humans as serving staff. Naturally she had to select carefully but she preferred humans who were slave or friend to vampires already. Now, the slaves had to be willing as she had been a slave herself in life and didn’t intend to put anyone in that place or support anyone putting people in that place. All the slaves she borrowed for employment were slaves to vampires because they wanted to be, not because they were forced to be.

Lola took a quick inventory of her staff, being sure they were all doing well and then moved at a saunter down the stairs into the main bar area. Her over-seeing balcony was a recent addition to the bar’s set up and it was proving useful. She began immediately socializing with the individuals who had arrived already and catching up with the ones she hadn’t spoken to recently. Lola eventually found herself at the bar and parked herself, motioning the bar tender over.

It was a human of course—seeing as the real value in a vampire bar was in the blood of the staff. Naturally that meant that there was quite an extensive number of employees—and their shifts were short but they were paid very well. When he came over, he offered his arm, which had clean, smooth skin—not what you would expect of a frequent snack to the bar population. She put his wrist to her lips and took a drink before letting him have it back. She didn’t like feeding but she had discovered if she fed a little every day—it minimized the need for large quantities and she was less likely to harm someone when feeding.

She pricked her own finger and let her blood mingle with the now open wound on the man’s wrist and it heal, as vampire blood had that effect in small quantities. Though—take more blood and give more vampire blood and it would turn the man. That was why this bar was such a dangerous but also strictly run facility. One rogue vampire or one disrespectful new born could ruin the reputation she had built for her bar—hence the vampire security. To say Lola was proud of her bar was an understatement.

The bar tender went back to making small alcoholic drinks (most of them in shot glasses) and serving them. For vampires, a shot of alcohol was more than enough to get a buzz. She went back to scanning the crowd and socializing with her fellow vampires, enjoying every moment of the social contact. Lola had always adored socializing and gossip—this was ideal for both.

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[YASHA DMITRIEV]

lola, 733, david gilmore.
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His hands fumbled as he got ready, fingers disobeying his brain’s orders to do up the buttons. “Come on, work,” he whined softly, scolding his hands for not going fast enough. He had to get to work. He didn’t want to disappoint Lola or his Master. His hands fumbled with the last button, the grey shirt covering the striped one he had under it. His jeans were already on, held up by a brown leather belt. Yasha was only ever dressed this nicely when he had to go work at the bar. Usually Yasha would throw on whatever was available, which generally meant old pants and a tee shirt. If it was chilly out a general jacket was provided as well. He didn’t look sloppy or poor, he just didn’t look very elaborate. He didn’t want to look fancy and over dressed. He didn’t deserve it in his eyes.

He finally managed to get his buttons done up and raked his fingers through his thick tresses, coming out any tangles from the days work. When he removed his fingers a few of his blonde locks bounced around his face, something he had always found annoying. Countless girls had cooed over is thick locks, but he never got the attraction. They were annoying and got into his eyes when he was working. The thick tresses couldn’t stay under a hat either, and were too short to be tied back. He wasn’t about to cut them either, since people seemed to like it, and Yasha needed approval.

A lot of what Yasha did and how he acted centered on appeasing those he worked for. He was afraid of disappointing such powerful and beautiful creatures. He was afraid of being worthless. If he made these preternatural beings happy, even just for a moment, or at least made their lives easier, than he was worth something. At least, that’s how he saw it. If he had stayed in Russia he would have been worth the pay check he brought home. That was it. At least here he had the opportunity to be much more than just a pay check. He was someone to talk to, free of judgment. He was a companion, a worker, and an admirer. Not just some kid working in a sweat shop. Doing this, working for Cleopatra and helping Lola out at the bar, made him happy. Or at least content.

He stared out the window of the car with his hands folded neatly in his lap, only half listening to the driver’s story of his day. He was too engulfed in thought to pay full attention, and almost forgot to answer the questions he was asked. His pale blue eyes gazed out the window and watched the buildings rush past, his mind wandering and ears barely paying attention. Finally the driver asked if Yasha was paying attention, ripping him from his thoughts of where his life currently stood. “I’m sorry,”

[/color] he said in his soft, timid voice, looking down at his feet. The driver thought nothing of it and just ruffled Yasha’s thick hair, stopping the car so the boy could walk the rest of the way.

He had always asked the driver Cleopatra provided to stop a block or two away, walking the rest of the way to the bar. He was never sure which of the humans his Master employed knew of her true nature, so he did his best to avoid implying any such thing. Where Yasha went at night was a mystery to the humans he knew, but more than enough vampires were more than aware. It was no secret who he worked for, and no secret that he didn’t mind being a vampire snack. He was used to it, simple as that. He was so used to working for a living, being around vampires, and walking down this shady and kind of spooky alley to get into the bar.

His eyes remained lowered when he entered, sensing the power and presence of all of the vampires but not daring to look at them. Habit. He shuffled past the vampire security, saying nothing, and took his place at the bar. He looked nervously at Lola, still keeping his gaze lowered, focused on a spot on the wall behind her hips. “I can stay longer tonight…if you need me,”[/color] he voiced, his voice low and his tone sincere. [/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[LOLA ARDNULL]

is there anybody going to listen to my story,
all about the girl who came to stay?

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Lola’s eyes glided over to the golden blond head when she heard the words. It was easy to see they were issued at her seeing as there was no one else to speak to this closely with such a tone. She took in the golden locks and the decent attire—it was Yasha of course. Lola found him both peculiar and interesting. She found him oddly…beautiful in a few ways but also awkward and unnatural Amusing really considering she was clearly the unnatural one here—not the human in front of her.

See—Yasha had wanted to work for her. He had known what she was doing long before he had decided to hop on board. Most of her employees were desperately in need of good pay (which she usually paid extra to them if they needed it and when they needed it). However, there were a few that were vampire fanatics that wouldn’t think of giving away their secret to humanity for fear of looking ridiculous or stupid—but they enjoyed the job they had, feeding the beings they looked up to. Half of them had even requested she turn them, not that she ever would. Lola didn’t see herself ever making a vampire underling of her own.

But Yasha…he had requested that he be able to work her of Cleopatra—his master. Oddly enough it didn’t seem like a big deal to most, but Lola understood the courage it took to ask something of a master—after all she had been a slave once herself. This boy wanted to be a vampire treat, not for money, or even for the hype of being around vampires—he did it because he wanted to work and this was an opportunity to do that. Lola valued him highly as an employee and like all her employees she considered him a friend.

She gave him a smile, realizing she hadn’t said anything for a time—normal though, considering she had all the time in the world Lola often answered questions or statements slowly. She had no reason to rush. Her eyes lit up with her smile, her natural charm kicking in—her unnatural one didn’t need to be triggered here—only when hunting or when she wanted something from someone that she couldn’t just ask for.

”I will let you know if that is necessary. I think you will find yourself a little dizzy by the time you shift ends so it may be better that you don’t…I am expecting a busy night, then again what Friday isn’t.” she answered. Now, normally she would have told him that he could raise his eyes, not to worry, but part of their job was to keep their eyes averted because many vampires were easily angered by humans who thought themselves bold enough to meet their eyes. Lola had rules here though—and her humans could do as they please. Sure—she shared some of them with their official masters, but in this bar, she was in charge!

All the same, Yasha was a vampire’s slave, not a normal human. So he was used to the downcast proto-call and she knew it wouldn’t make a difference to say anything. So instead she inquired of him, as she did most of her staff at some point in the night, ”How are you doing tonight by the way? Everything sitting well?” Her smile was always genuine and it was just as genuine now as it had been any other point tonight. Unlike the before mentioned vampires who fretted of human’s being bold, Lola loved talking to humans. She saw them as equal—young, but equal.

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lola, 544, david gilmore.
on and on,
back through the twilight
we're home
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Yasha had always been rather fond of Lola, though she did make him a little nervous at times. She treated him as a friend and as an equal, something he was far from used to. He didn’t quite understand why she was so nice to him, but he accepted it. It was most certainly a nice change from working with Cleopatra, whose temper could be a force to be reckoned with given the chance. Yasha worried much less about doing something wrong when he was working with Lola at the bar, but that didn’t mean he should slack off. He wasn’t used to it though. Yasha hadn’t been working there long enough to grow accustomed to Lola’s much different attitude, so he often grew uncomfortable when she was so nice to him. She was above him, she shouldn’t treat him as an equal.

The vampires he was used to thought themselves above most others. They were more beautiful, more intelligent, and more superior to the rest of the vampires. Being around them for so long had imprinted those thoughts into his mind. Cleopatra was the most beautiful of the vampires as far as he was concerned. Even so, he couldn’t help but admire the flawless skin, bright eyes and immense power he could see in the other vampires. He liked how the legends said all vampires were pale with marble skin, yet here Lola was with her caramel complexion. She was not what the myths said vampires looked like, thankfully.

He wasn’t bothered by her long hesitation, his eyes fixed on the wall behind her hips. While he knew Lola wouldn’t mind him looking at her, he had gotten into the habit of looking away the all vampire’s faces. Working around beings like Cleopatra imprinted a lot of discipline into you. He saw her smile in his peripheral vision, letting his vision raise so he looked at the bottles of alcohol that sat behind her shoulders. He wanted to see more of her smile, but didn’t want to offend one of the older, stronger vampires who may be watching the exchange. As far as vampiric abilities went, Yasha didn’t know much of them. He knew each vampire had one to themselves, that they were for hunting, but he didn’t really spent much time trying to figure them out. In Yasha’s case all you had to do was ask him to do something, and he would scurry off to do as you asked. No ability needed.

He gave a small nod when she spoke to him, his blonde curls bouncing around his face. “Okay,”

[/color] he spoke, maybe a little disappointed that she suggested he do otherwise. “If I’m not too dizzy,[/color] he thought out loud. “Then maybe I can,”[/color] he finished. Yasha’s tone was always rather soft and quiet. Why bother being loud when vampires had such keen hearing? He couldn’t help but smile when she asked how he was doing, looking around quickly and nervously before answering; like he had to make sure no one was watching. “I’m good,”[/color] he answered carefully. “Productive day; I got a lot done,”[/color] he nodded gently, no doubt a little proud of how his days work. “How about you?”[/color] he inquired with a light tilt of his head.[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[LOLA ARDNULL]

is there anybody going to listen to my story,
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Lola had discovered quickly, at a very young human age, that being nice to someone meant so much more than fear or intimidation. Fear and intimidation could be used to scare someone or force someone to do what you wanted. But when you asked them…that was when someone really could shine. When you praised them, rewarded them, they came to enjoy what they were doing. That was one thing Lola could offer here. A place where her employees were loved, respected and treated like humans—how humans should be treated—and not like slaves or pieces of property. Though to the vampire population, many of the employees working for Lola were owned—or if they weren’t they were considered Lola’s property.

Sometimes Lola really wondered about the humans who were slave to vampires. Did they enjoy what they were doing and how did they see themselves? She remembered the sense of pressure that doing something wrong was the worst thing that could happen but also the knowledge that she was below her masters and as such she was not allowed to speak or look them in the eye without instruction otherwise. She really wondered if it was different. She knew that she didn’t enjoy the experience, but was the sense of awe enough to keep them feeling good about it regardless of being slaves? She couldn’t see that happening, ever, but she had been a slave herself—just to normal humans who held no awe. Would that have made the difference?

Lola, did notice the slight raise in his eyes, probably redirecting to something behind her that was higher up than he had been before. She knew he wasn’t looking right at her, as was usual—but she couldn’t help but feel a little shaken when it happened. Luckily, years of pretending to be what she was not allowed her decent control over how she appeared to be feeling. In fact, no matter what the circumstances, Lola had a knack for making herself appear happy through it all. Another trait carried over from humanity no doubt.

She smiled, knowing how he had wanted to be here. ”Of course, if you are still physically able to stay, I won’t force you to leave. You know that…I have no qualms about paying any of the staff to stay if they want to.” she offered happily. Naturally, Lola had plenty of money. Most vampires did. But being in her position, she had no reason to buy anything through most of her life, but again that was in the case of most vampires. Compare to most, Lola was pretty poor amongst her kind—but she didn’t mind. She still had all the money she could ever squander!

She smiled what would be taken as a proud smile—okay, Yes, Lola saw Yasha as, well, like a child to her. Lola had always wanted children—just by the right person. And she never had the opportunity, though she had had sex for the sake of having children, though not entirely by her own will. So she did see many humans or even younger vampires as her children in ways. Lola’s maternal nature was certainly dominant in her. ”Good to hear. I am sure Cleo was pleased…” she offered, knowing it would be taken as encouragement. ”Seeing as last night went well, I slept marvellously today. So I would have to say we are up to an amazing start tonight.” she offered.

”How is the weather out today?” she inquired, having not been outside. She lived below her bar so there was no time over the day she had been outside. Seeing as she would most likely have be outside at some point it would do her well to know how it was outdoors. Although, it must sound like bland talk to ask about someone’s day and then the weather...but it was honestly what Lola wanted to know about. ”Also, have any preferences for the grill tonight? I was thinking of making chicken,” she offered. That may have sounded odd, but any regular would know by now that Lola cooked for her staff. Partly because she loved cooking in her human days and missed it and partly because food helped her staff with the physical demands of the work they did for her.

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