Miss Me?

I never roam for long and I know - I know....believe me I know by all the private messages left me that I need to get back to telling you all about Simon. I will get to it but ... well there is that vampire I have to deal with. ;)

Right now I am heading out to the pub to dance a few jigs and have a couple pints. ;)

Happy St. Patricks Day to ya.
  • Current Mood: mischievous mischievous

What Keeps Me on My Toes.....

“Please Daniel…” Simon’s exasperated voice comes through the cell. “I can’t do this any longer … I can’t Daniel I will loose my fucking mind. I can’t fucking stay here - I have to get out…I just have to.”

The sound returned to him was my heavy sigh His constant calls and messages had put me so on edge I swear I was about to pace a hole right through Armand's Persian rug. That should go over real well, hm?

“I have been here for…for…Oh god it feels like forever!” Simon continued on with his turmoil.

“Simon…” I spoke calmly. “It’s only been  several weeks.”

“Several weeks?” He annoyingly chuckles. “Several weeks too long!” He huffs then grumbles something into the cell that he thought would be inaudible to me but it wasn’t.

“You forget I have excellent hearing.” I say flatly.

“What? No…no I didn’t forget that…You just don’t get it do you Daniel?”


"No you don’t…well let me tell you ok? I am not exactly well liked here. Basically I am on the bottom of everybody’s shit list and I swear…” he growls the last  word  through gritted teeth. “I swear if I hear one more person…just one more fucking person…tell me how I should straighten out my life - in more than one department - I am going to scream… no better yet kill…yeah…scream and kill.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes with such dramatic remarks. Meanwhile I was scanning  the house for Armand - who was still about but for how much longer I was unsure. “Perhaps you should listen - you know the saying heed their advice.”

It's no advice….Daniel.” he grumbles again. I was very well aware of exactly what Simon wanted. I knew exactly what he was feeling and I also knew that he wanted me to make a bee line to him and swoop him away into the night. The thought of me being his knight in shinning armor…or rather - knight in a beat up brown aviator jacket appealed to me for a moment but I knew I had to deny him. Although  he had not been so straightforward with the words it was only a matter of time before they spilled from his lips through the airwaves and to my ears.

“And - FYI - I have listened - I have tried…time and time again but you can’t exactly change who you are just to please everybody else…shit Daniel.”

I could feel Armand was near, I could also feel his annoyance that I was once again on the cell and not devoting all my time to him. Jesus the guilt was starting to build in me. I knew for sure now that Armand had no intention of sticking around tonight. No love fest for us. Damn…

“All right Simon…” I said swiftly “What is it you want of me?”

“What …? You mean you don’t…” The hurt at the sudden realization he had annoyed me washed over Simon's voice but still he continued on with his grievances.

I sighed …Armand was gone. His presence had left me and I could feel that ache for him begin deep in my core. “Shit…” I whispered… Quickly I looked out the window and down, just below the veranda, stood Louis gazing off into the night. For a brief moment I watched as he paced slowly - hoping Armand would suddenly appear but it wasn’t long before Louis took a seat on the stone bench, gazed up at the star blanketed sky then toward the window where I was looking down. His eyes instantly locked to mine. Those damn emerald jewels of his - so fucking hypnotic….

“Daniel? Daniel? Are you even listening to me?”

Abruptly Simon’s voice pulled me out of my entranced state. Damn Louis…I whispered in my mind. “Yes … yes…” I said clearing my throat turning from the window.

“Jesus Daniel…where the hell did you go? Oh…” He chuckles. “Wait … you’re preoccupied…shit Daniel.” Heavily he sighs. “So I am a nuisance?”

“Jesus Simon -no. I am not preoccupied.” Little did he know that my preoccupation had decided to leave me high and dry for the evening. “And as for being a nuisance…well hasn’t that been your plan with this flurry of phone calls and messages?”

“Oh great…” He quickly snaps. “You think the same of me now as everyone else. Sorry if I am bothering you but if you recall you are the one who placed me back in this hell. I didn’t want to come but you - you insisted didn’t you Daniel?”

“Hold on there Simon.” My defenses reared up as well as my temper. “I was doing someone who cares for you a favor and not only that - if you recall…you’re not too popular on the street right now. So favors weren’t the only reason…saving your ass is as well.”

“What a sweet vampire you are.” He hissed through his teeth.

“All right Simon - enough. I know what it is you are aiming for and I have told you a million times -- it can not happen. It just can’t.”

“Why? Why can’t it happen? I am all ready in too deep Daniel.”

“It can’t.” I said firm and steadfast but I knew he was right.

I had dragged him in too deep and this attempt to send him back where he came from hoping he would make a connection and forget about me was so far off kilter. What the hell was I thinking? No... wait - I wasn’t thinking - it was all wishful thinking on my part. This mortal boy was mine now…like it or not. The ties had been made … they would not be so easy to break and this time away from me had only sent him into a panic. I should have known…shit.

“I can take care of myself Daniel. I have for quite some time.” Simon’s voice had become cold.

“Simon…I know you can.”

“You don’t have any say in what I do with my life any more than anybody else does.”


"I don’t need your permission to leave here if I want to. I don’t need anyone’s permission…not a soul. “His voice had now taken on a hard defensive edge.

“Simon … listen…”

“No Daniel. I am done fucking listening. How dumb do you think I am? I have basically been acting like your bitch, trying to get some response from you, some reaction beside -- go away. Obviously the interest is just not there.”

“Simon please…” His name leaves my lips in such a pleading manner it stuns me. This was not going to end well and… Instantly my fingers ran through my hair, a heavy sigh leaving my lungs as he continued…

“Sorry to have been such a burden to you but I have been on the streets for some time and I know there ways better than anyone, you don’t have to be concerned for me in that department either…I have plenty of places I can crash. PLENTY…” He put emphasis on the last word and I knew it was another attempt to stir something in me but the desire I had felt for him was not there this evening. Armand was too heavy on my mind and the ache in me for him was gnawing at me but I was somewhat responsible for what Simon was going through now… he just couldn’t take off… not now.

“Simon…listen… listen to me. Stay put. Give me a few more nights and then I’ll come for you and we can discuss this further and come up with a much better solution…Simon? Ok?”

Silence on the other end. My heart lurched. Damn it Armand wasn’t the only one stirring the desire in me tonight. Fuck the kid had gotten to me.

“Yeah…” he said softly into the phone. “There are plenty of places. Look -- thanks. I at least owe you that - thanks for everything and hey…I’ll see you around…Daniel.” Again he sighs. “Maybe…”

End of message.

Shit Simon - shit!

“Simon? Simon?”
Well what he had attempted to do he had done with success. I had to get to him but first… I had to find Armand and …damnit Simon…yes first I have to find Armand…I can’t just leave without some form of explanation but…hey there is Louis and ….

Armand first…Simon second…

Hell…it is going to be a busy night.

  • Current Mood: rushed rushed

His Name is Simon...

His name is Simon…and he is lounging sleepily upon my sofa, his lengthy limbs tangled in a blanket, his walnut eyes groggy and half open… The grayish light from the television screen bouncing around the room as I silently enter. He does not notice until I clear my throat and he jumps with a fright, his hand gripping the blanket and pulling it tight to his chin. I can not help but chuckle…ok sue me for small thrills.

“Jesus Christ!” he exclaims a breath of relief leaving him as he realizes who it is.

“Not quite.” I smirk flopping lazily down the opposite side of the sofa.

“Ha, ha…not funny…so not funny.” he says with half hearted sarcasm. “Do you do that to everyone you bring here?”

“No… and I don’t bring many here…only a chose few.” I stretch back, raising my arms and lacing my fingers behind my head.

He is silent for a moment, his big doe eyes have shifted back to the television. “So … how many are a few?”

“I don’t keep count.” I say flatly. His lips turn down as he glances quickly at me from the corner of his eye and then back to the tv. “There are not many…are you packed?”

“Yes. “He answers coolly. “You know this is not something I am exactly looking forward to. In fact I am dreading it and…I don’t know why you care…I don’t - what is the big deal.”

“It isn’t a big deal…but I am not going to be here and …” I sigh not in the mood to have this conversation again.

“And? You have to be with whoever it is you have been with. I know….you all ready told me. Look I have no shackles on you …I can just stay here….”

“No…” My voice is abrupt and strict. “Jesus … haven’t we all ready have this conversation?”

“Yeah…but I don‘t get why you have to be with him so desperately?”

I sigh bringing my hands down with a slap upon my thighs. “Because I do and - shit- I knew better than to do this…making it so fucking complicated. You have no idea Simon so just go home for the holiday and leave it at that.”

He sits quiet, his fist gripping the blanket he has now pulled over his mouth. “I know what you are…”

“I know you do and that is dangerous for you…” My voice softens as I turn my body to him. “This is dangerous for me Simon…I am not sure which way this will go and I would rather you home with people that care for you then back on the street. I don’t want you on the streets.”

 A smile spreads broadly across his lips as he turns to me his eyes bright and wide." do care."

“I let you stay here didn’t I?” I grin back knowing that in the back of my mind I shouldn't care. What the hell is wrong with me? I scold Armand for his time with Louis and here I am...ah shit.

“What if he doesn’t approve?” Simon's eyes walnut eyes darken into a deep brown, almost black and the smile fades from his lips.

He is not who I am worried about…it is others that….” I let my voice fade. “Look I need to go back…you have to try and understand this …NEED…I have to be with him and….besides once you are back home you may just want to stay.”

“Is that what you are hoping for Daniel?” He questions with a raised brow.

I sigh pulling my lower lip in before I answer. “Yes… Simon…I am. Now it is …” I glance at my watch. “It is seven, your flight is in about an hour…grab your bags and we’ll get you off to the airport…”

“My flight is at nine. I have plenty of time.” He lets the blanket fall and slides a little closer to me.

“You’re not going to use your charms to get out of this Simon now let’s go.”

He stares at me for a monment, his lips turning from a frown into a pout then with disappointed reluctance he pulls himself from the sofa, heads to the bedroom for his luggage, then returns the frown once again on his face. All I can think of as I usher him out the door like a reluctant 2 year old is how to explain it all, how to … well I guess I have started. -smirks-

 *     -     *      -    *     -    *

Note - I have been in Armand’s company for the last few nights. Needless to say he did not like the way I introduced Simon into our lives and … well he is brooding about the matter, which I expected, I hope it is only brooding anyway. Louis stopped briefly but has since - well …I don’t where Louis has gone he seems to have many things on his mind but when has there ever been a time he has not? -chuckles- As for Simon… well…let’s just say… Well let’s not say anything fully yet. I will tell more of the story in weeks to come. Right now I shall reserve all my energies for/on Armand…-winks with a grin-

So … that is it for now… I hope all you lovelies have a wonderful Thanksgiving. Give someone a kiss on the cheek for me…-wink-

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Motown Night

I think I have driven Armand to the brink of insanity tonight. I have spent a good part of the early evening blasting various Motown artists through the speakers of the stereo. He has asked me numerous time to play the damn music through that little contraption called an Ipod (I had to remind him what it was called). Now I could have done as he asked knowing full well that Armand is more of the classical music kind of ...vamp..  but I was enjoying the look of exasperation on his face way too much. I just kept dancing around the room, singing at the top of my lungs, pretending I didn't hear him.

Now he has stormed off somewhere... (looks about the house)... around here... (sighs)

I suppose I should go find him. Kiss and make up. I wonder if he is still glad I am here? Well now that I have annoyed him sufficiently ... I will be on my BEST behavior the rest of the evening. (wink-wink).

A taste ---

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