Luke Jacobs (aka Lucian Iacobelli) (luke_jacobs) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-10-25 18:41:00 |
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Current location: | The Jacobs estate |
Current mood: | hungry |
Entry tags: | bella mcconnell, lena jacobs, place: la, ~damon braddock, ~louise thompson, ~luke jacobs |
Into the Lion's Den
Who: Luke OT Lena, Damon, Louise, Bella (and NPCs)
Where: The Jacobs estate
When: Saturday night (October 24)
The lights outside the estate cast a golden aura around the palatial mansion that was set in the midst of a densely forested land that overlooked the rocky Pacific coast. Technically, the house was located in Malibu, and although it had been rebuilt and renovated a number of times, the land itself had been "in the family" for hundreds of years, which ensured a level of privacy above and beyond that which money could buy in this day and age. Over the last few decades, Luke had received numerous bids to buy up the extraneous areas surrounding the estate proper, but he didn't need the money as much as he needed the security of knowing that no pesky neighbors would be overhearing anything of particular interest.
The white marble floors of the dining hall gleamed beneath the recessed lighting and the flickering dance from the candles that lined the long table. The drapes had been drawn back from the windows to reveal the pristinely manicured grounds behind the estate, the stone terrace and eternity pool, which led down toward the formal gardens and, beyond that, the tennis courts, stables, and a myriad of romantic courtyards hidden among the outcrop of orchards and natural wooded areas. It seemed a bit much for a vampire, perhaps, but Luke prided himself on enjoying the best this world had to offer. The same could not be said for all of his kind, he realized, but there was no reason not to live life to the fullest, as far as he could see.
Sitting at the head of the table, he gazed down its length, taking in the mixed company before his eyes met Lena's and his lips twitched into the half-amused smirk that often graced his features. The table was impeccable, boasting what would have been a mouthwatering array of French cuisine, had his palate not been cultivated to a particular type of delicacy. The twittering of a few of the more bold females among the group verged on inane babble, but soon enough they would be silenced, if only for a while. Their party was almost complete, save for the two empty chairs at his right and left hand. Those were reserved for his guests of honor, of course.
Both of whom, judging by the silent appearance of the black-clad butler just beyond the threshold, had arrived. Rising in one fluid motion, Luke gave a nod toward Lena and started across room. He cut an imposing figure, despite the fact that his build was long and lean – more athletic than brawny. It was in his carriage, which spoke of breeding and privilege. That was something he'd picked up even before he'd been turned. As such, certain proclivities continued to suit his tastes more than others. For instance, he followed very little about fashion, could not have named any of the more "popular" labels, and yet he looked beyond reproach of even the most critical eye in his midnight blue dress shirt and inky black trousers, because he still insisted on having all of his clothing tailor made.
When he spotted Damon and the young woman he could only assume was the sad creature his friend had fixated upon, Luke's smile widened slowly. It was the look of a predator if there ever was one, and yet he still made it seem charming. His gaze ran up and down her body, taking in the dress she wore, but more interested in the parts it didn't didn't cover.
"Mm," he murmured as he inhaled her scent even from a few feet away and his amused gaze turned to his old friend. "Delectable."