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Subject: .:. Zeth isn't an apple. .:.


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Zeth
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Date Posted: 18:34:50 07/29/09 Wed
In reply to: tarot 's message, "don't tempt me" on 19:41:21 07/28/09 Tue

(dom, did you read the thread?)

He heard the door of the apartment opening and the keys jingling in his wife's soft and pliable hands. He heard his name before he even bothered looking up to Alicia. His silver eyes, the original copy of his son's, drifted over her. Then his neck twitched and his eyes were on the clock on the simplistic beam mantle. It had always run slow but Zeth knew it wasn't slow enough to justify her late entrance. It was the middle of the night and she'd be gone for hours. He arrived hours before with Tarot and had, understandably, missed the note in the bathroom. Who left a note in a bathroom? It was especially odd since the loo was not a necessity for the vamp. (reread that sentence and see the irony). He'd waited for her to come home so he could introduce their new guest. But, she hadn't showed. Tarot had shuttled off to her room, striped herself of clothing, and fallen asleep. Zeth had finished off his whiskey. He had enough time to feel the spledor of his drunk stupor. He'd stumbled to bed. He'd slept hours. He'd been woken to an empty bed and a missing wife and now she just casually walked in like he was the one that had explaining to do.

His eyes flew back to her frame as she passed him; the brown bags following obediently. His eyes went back to Alicia and they paused in certain places too. He checked her buttons to make sure she'd done them up correctly. He checked her neck for marks. Suspicion was seeping from his rib cage.

But Alicia spoke and Zeth thought it best to let the matter lie dormant for a while in front of their company. He hated biting the argument back into his mouth. He redirected his concern.

A job proposal. Interesting. "Son, you do realize I'm living comfortably." Comfortable was Zeth's way of saying he was loaded. He was also referring to his new car-- the one Alicia was never allowed to drive. He'd buy her one, if she wanted. But his VW was his VW. Discussion closed.

He heard Tarot's question about Bri bloodlines and raised his eyebrows to Lucian. The brow arch seemed to suggest not to mention the name of his mom again now that Alicia had entered. Tarot would just have to ask Zeth privately at breakfast.

His eyes didn't want to go back to Alicia for fear he might being interrogate her of where she'd been for the last five hours. He spoke to her without his eyes resting on her. Instead they landed back to the bags and mentally prodded to see what was there. Nothing that justified hours of shopping. cheating whore! He wanted to scream it but knew he was being rash. He breathed. It was human need and he remembered it use to help. There was no change in his worry. "Alicia, this is Tarot." he gestured to the girl. "She'll be staying and seeking sanctuary with us for an undisclosed amount of time." then his thumb jerked in the male's direction. "Lucian." Zeth didn't need to say anything else. Surely Alicia could connect the dots on this one. "And this, lady and gent, is my wife." His eyes fell back into Lucian's matching pools. That arch again warned him to stop fantasizing about his mother-in-law. Creeper.








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$ No he is a pickle $Alicia Baslazari19:40:28 07/29/09 Wed

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