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Another lost scene...
Originally, after Rhys finds Viviane at Notre Dame, I had Cressida steal her away because she had intentions to keep Viviane very close to her. This is a little snippet between Steve, Simon and Rhys, after they realize Viviane is gone and track her to a night club where Cressida is hiding her... (again, unedited)
The club was not open to the public, yet a bouncer had staked out territory at the back door. Rhys studied him from behind the shaded window in the backseat of the Mercedes. Not human, but couldn't be vampire for he didn't wear sunglasses against the bright daylight.
Vampires could go out during the day, but not for extended periods, and the first thing to burn was their eyes. A vampire who had not been aboveground for so long, such as Viviane, could not risk even a moment.
"Demon?" Simon prompted from behind the driver's seat.
"What?" Steve fidgeted on the seat next to Rhys. "I just want to go home. I want to sleep and wake up from this nightmare."
"Do you really want to risk sleep again?" Rhys said slyly.
"You mean I can't? What did that faery do to me? Oh man!"
He was completely free of the glamour, but Rhys had no intention of releasing the boy from worry until he was finished with him.
"Likely demon. They can scent any paranormal. I can risk it, because I know I can take him, but let's think this through first."
"You're sure she's inside?"
"I can sense Cressida's presence. The air is alive with her essence. And there's something darker, dull. Bloodless."
It pained him to imagine Viviane may be suffering. Hell, she may have become a vicious killer by now, thriving only on blood from a wicked kill she could have no morality over whatsoever.
"Dude, I didn't think vampires ate food."
"They do not," Rhys snapped.
"Yeah? Well she was snarfing on the croissants something fierce. And then she ate the pickles from the fridge. Well, she dumped the pickles out and drank the juice. Like a pregnant chick, or something."
Disturbed at the comment, Rhys flickered his gaze across Steve's face. The boy shrugged and looked out the window.
Pregnant? Could she be…?
Impossible. She'd only been out of the coffin a day or two.
He slapped his hand about Steve's neck. "Is there something you need to tell me, boy?"
Originally, after Rhys finds Viviane at Notre Dame, I had Cressida steal her away because she had intentions to keep Viviane very close to her. This is a little snippet between Steve, Simon and Rhys, after they realize Viviane is gone and track her to a night club where Cressida is hiding her... (again, unedited)
The club was not open to the public, yet a bouncer had staked out territory at the back door. Rhys studied him from behind the shaded window in the backseat of the Mercedes. Not human, but couldn't be vampire for he didn't wear sunglasses against the bright daylight.
Vampires could go out during the day, but not for extended periods, and the first thing to burn was their eyes. A vampire who had not been aboveground for so long, such as Viviane, could not risk even a moment.
"Demon?" Simon prompted from behind the driver's seat.
"What?" Steve fidgeted on the seat next to Rhys. "I just want to go home. I want to sleep and wake up from this nightmare."
"Do you really want to risk sleep again?" Rhys said slyly.
"You mean I can't? What did that faery do to me? Oh man!"
He was completely free of the glamour, but Rhys had no intention of releasing the boy from worry until he was finished with him.
"Likely demon. They can scent any paranormal. I can risk it, because I know I can take him, but let's think this through first."
"You're sure she's inside?"
"I can sense Cressida's presence. The air is alive with her essence. And there's something darker, dull. Bloodless."
It pained him to imagine Viviane may be suffering. Hell, she may have become a vicious killer by now, thriving only on blood from a wicked kill she could have no morality over whatsoever.
"Dude, I didn't think vampires ate food."
"They do not," Rhys snapped.
"Yeah? Well she was snarfing on the croissants something fierce. And then she ate the pickles from the fridge. Well, she dumped the pickles out and drank the juice. Like a pregnant chick, or something."
Disturbed at the comment, Rhys flickered his gaze across Steve's face. The boy shrugged and looked out the window.
Pregnant? Could she be…?
Impossible. She'd only been out of the coffin a day or two.
He slapped his hand about Steve's neck. "Is there something you need to tell me, boy?"
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