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I have nothing against Amelia and that's saying something since I have a long well versed hatred of vampires. I was 13 years old a long long time ago before I stopped mortally aging and just aged in years. Centuries have gone by without my opinion of vampires changing and I've never made a friend in their kind until her. I don't know how it ended up that way but I don't regret meeting her. She hasn't changed my overall opinion of vampires but at least I know she's not bad. She deosn't act like she wants to drink my blood anyway and that's saying something. The dress does a very good job of showing her off. I never ask for a woman to dress provocatively to hang out with me but it is nice to see what they're working with. What? I'm a guy and I have eyes that like to see that kind of stuff. It doesn't mean I'm going to be a pervert and imagine what she looks like naked for the rest of the night. I'm not so desperate to do that. Instead I'll show her what it's like to be with a gentleman. I open the door and help her into the car, making sure none of her dress is stuck outside the car before I start the engine. She tells me where to go and I nod before pulling out into the road and heading toward downtown. "So...any special passcode I should know to get into this place?" I give her a light smirk, eyes twinkling mischeveously. I have to admit, I'm a little surprised she's so ready to go out after what happened. My face softens. "How are you doing? You okay after everything?" I raise a brow in concern. |