Louise ("LT"/"Elle") Thompson (elle_tee) wrote in btvsal,
It was true, she'd seen him with other women on occasion. Had it made her jealous? Well. It had made her feel...something. But neither one of them were innocent. She couldn't judge him.
The elevator doors opened and she turned, contemplating what she could and couldn't (or didn't want to) tell him. "I'm a vampire," she reminded him with a grin as she tossed a look back at him over her shoulder and stepped into the plushly carpeted hallway. "That's kind of the main thing about me."
Still, she was thinking. Pulling her keys from her small clutch, she led him down to the end of the hall and then turned right. Hers was the last apartment at the end. A corner apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows in the living area probably seemed like a waste, considering what she was, but she liked the view at night.
Closing the door behind them, she locked it and then tossed her keys on the small side table in the open foyer. The drapes were pulled back and looked out across an expanse of glittering lights in the city. The place was nicely furnished with gleaming hardwood floors, black leather furniture, glass and iron tables and book cases, and soft rugs of swirling black and white patterns. It was all very modern, very sleek, and impeccably neat.
"Would you like a drink?" she asked, motioning to the small bar area. "I don't spend much time here." Why she felt the need to explain, she wasn't sure. "It's just...a place." She leaned against the black granite island in the open kitchen, which looked fit for a gourmet chef, but had never been touched - aside from the blood she kept in the refrigerator and the microwave she used to warm it up.
"I've done some traveling. I got to see some of those things we used to talk about...but...not quite the same way we would have done it." She'd stood alone at the top of the Eiffel Tower and stared down at the City of Lights, but she'd never get to see Paris basking in the warmth of the sun.