Week Two: Friday
Who: Vale, and Vivian Where: Heaven and Hell. When: Friday night. What: Vivian is seeking employment.
Only a week had passed, but everything seemed to be finally falling back into a livable rhythm for her. The months... hell, it had almost been a year, spent with Henry, had felt as if someone placed a pause on her life. Vivian had been living in his life, doing as he said, doing what he wished to do. It had truly felt as if she were his pet. At the time, she believed that's what was expected of a childe, to their sire. She hadn't known better, but now she did. There were so many vampires here, who had not had their sire there, immediately, to take hold of them. To control them, as they saw fit. Yes, one might feel a bond with their sire, but that connection did not have to determine how you spent time with them.
Some, it seemed, loved their sires. Wished to be with them, even. Others had placed a great amount of distance between them, and their sire. Vivian now wished to do the same with Henry. He had certainly chosen the wrong women, to have, and control. That was not a role, which she would fall into willingly. Yet, she was terrified of him. He had always seemed to anticipate her every move, doing things to prevent her, before she even came about to do them. When they saw each other again, would he still have the upper hand?
As long as she remained at the school, she had some sort of say over how things happened. Her writing had picked up once more, and she was even in talks to publish a novel. Not poems, not short stories, but a true novel. Twelve chapters had all ready been completed, and yet there was still so much story to be told. Gregory, the man she had been dealing with at the company, for over ten years now, was wiry of taking on this type of story. He claimed that no one would be interested in this sort of story, written by a woman. She had to remind him of the hugely popular series, written by Anne Rice. Yes, she hadn't made a cent off her vampire books, had she?
Vivian was determined. The money wasn't an attraction, nor the prospect of popularity. She wouldn't even be able to attach her true name to the book. Knowing that if there was some sort of success associated with them, that she could not afford to have people come looking for her. V.R. Bladen would be the one to receive any sort of praise, that came from the book. A book of her experience with the super natural world. It was almost therapeutic, to revisit those moments through her writing. Even though many proved to be gruesome, and quite disturbing. Though, she felt she understood herself much better now. She'd been a wild bird, caged, and now was her chance to take flight.
Hopefully, by this time next week, she would be riding her bike to the club, as the new tender. Rather than taking a taxi, as a patron. Vivian was fairly confident that she had the skill required for the job. She'd been a bar tender, off, and on for over four years. Though the Dood Perd (Dead Horse), back home, was a bit different from Heaven and Hell. A club was a club though. Just as a pub, was a pub. People always gathered for the same reason, and carried the same expectations of what would take place within the building. Vivian decided that visiting Hell right off, would likely be her best bet, at finding the owner. Razvan, she believed his name to be.
After asking one of the employee's, whether he was present or not, it seemed he was. So, she asked the man to give Razvan the heads up, that she was looking for him. She'd look for him in return though. Vivian began to search the crowd. This wouldn't be the type of meeting, were you set up an appointment. He didn't seem the kind to use an office, for anything that didn't involve truly explicit acts. The kind you didn't do out in the open. Though here, she imagined that the list was rather short. Something she could appreciate.